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Post by LonelyForsaken on Nov 26, 2013 11:40:34 GMT -5
A child's dream seeping of seduction labors of love and God's approval … but it is her benediction I need Well enough she should turn away ever looking elseware stumbling in the shadows of empty thrones almost remembering I built them with my own hands Mourning love's wretched rise our thrones ever empty She howls at the man kneeling under too many demands as sacred dreams twitch like dogs in sleep forgotten children left lying underfoot Is it suit to love my slayer I will die at her feet not as her king but her poet priest of nothing … Perhaps this is what she came to see Lonelyforsaken
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Post by windfog on Nov 27, 2013 0:24:30 GMT -5
Hi, my friend! I think you embarrassed a lot of people with such work ... Text and photo are great and they are show a "child's dream" very good. But, well, our official moral would be killed! Ha-ha! Rest in peace, dear moral! It's a great work! W.F.
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Post by twistedangel on Nov 30, 2013 4:57:01 GMT -5
this is sooo sooo sad..actually very nearly brought a tear to me eye TBH am not a fan of poems with pics..it kinda steals me own imagery ..but it does fit the piece very good write
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jekyll
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Post by jekyll on Nov 30, 2013 16:50:29 GMT -5
"Poet priest of nothing" -Felt that way. I connected with this piece and it was well done all around. Thank you for sharing.
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Dec 14, 2013 1:00:12 GMT -5
Thanks my friends Jekyll – This is inspired by a poem I have been working on that I titled; “Poet Priest of Nothing.” The problem I have with that title is that I did not think of it first. Stevie Nicks of Fleetwood Mack used it in an interview when asked what kind of men her lovers are. Her explanation is a little different than my own interpretation but the phrase hit bone. Angel – Sad is what I was going for Ris – “Rest in peace, dear moral!” LMAO! Morals have nothing to do with this write but I have to admit that as I get older and more experienced my moral ideals are not as polished as I once kept them. LOL But it is this tarnish that allows me to connect to the desire/surrender that inspired this painting. “Rest in peace, dear moral!” Children’s dreams are so shiny with bright ideals of how things could or should be. It is a sad part of reality that a child’s dreams lie trampled, barely twitching, and all but forgotten at the end of a lifetime of experience. But even that is only a small part of what I try to express. What of dreams of the soul? As this developed it became an exercise in wording more than anything else. The wording in the other poem reminded me of this picture. Freeing myself of the original inspiration but applying the idea to the double edged relationship in this picture the words just flowed in that way we as writers love to experience. It was just a bit of play on words that took only a few minutes. I put it away for a few days and I have to admit I was a bit surprised when I read it next. Not bad eh? LMAO!!!
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Post by fourtimefelon on Mar 12, 2015 16:18:48 GMT -5
"but her poet priest of nothing" OooOoOOooO! No he didn't! Nice!
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Mar 12, 2015 16:25:02 GMT -5
I thought you’d like that line.
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