Tuesday, December 19, 2006

i seek different energy

Tuesday, December 19, 2006
a gentle and enchanting soul left the following comment:

"A soul withers in the intensity of despise! The fornicator tramples love, rapes faith as ever. But Faustus , do not sell your spirit to Mephistopheles. Do not let hate take over your reins. Go and pluck yourself a blossoming dawn from the deepest stalk of darkness."

in response to the following poem, of mine:

your grace crumbled
into grotesque flakes
as your fingertips slashed
my tender silken face
with rage and vengence,
that drench my frail child-spirit

steeped in self-loathing,
you infected me -
my gauzy soul
on your poisoned barbs
of hatred and lusty greed

once, i loved you -
worshipped you, adored you
and darkness
eviscerated my heart
as i watched this adoration stream past
your inert, stoney heart

my trembling eyes splinter
into a thousand tears
when i look upon your face -
my reflection - in the looking glass
you, who deserted my child-trust -
remain, achingly, ever present

this dark riverbed of adoration
that flowed in my viscera for you
has dried up; my heart --
which once glistened sublimely inside yours,
now lies in eternal anguish:
dessicated, petrified, searingly denuded

your grace crumbles
into grotesque flakes
of grief, rage and greed,
soaked in the brine of remorse
you beg, like i did, for a morsel of mercy
but -- i will STARVE you of forgiveness