What can be worse than the complete agony of being in love? Yet what could possibly be a more enriching experience? Some of these entries arise out of the euphoria of first love and the rape of innocence; the rest reflect the musings of a more mature poet: one who is compelled to accept the absurdity of the transient world, but has the courage to romance it nevertheless. At times it is not even poetic... too brutal to be so. But therein lay the catharsis: purgation of life’s follies.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
L’ABATTOIR De L'AMOUR
With words we duel Beastly lord and me, nightlong. Pitiless passion
Tired submission. And the beast evanesces His oestrum sated
Tattered I lay On the shores of a moon-sea Caput mortuum
As they say--the battle's over. The war's not;-) All the best!
a surrender to bliss
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