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The Pull

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The Pull

I sought a soul akin to mine;
Like Zeus’s Athena
And Alexander’s Hephestian;  
In oracle and verse-
Transient of continents
From the warm breath of the New World 
to the Whispering sands of the old, 
so Ancient and archaic-
I consorted with shimmering stars and
Conversed with the deepest of seas…

Drowned in back alleys, shadow dancing-
carousing rathskellers where the living are dead 
and the dead wouldn’t dare to go;
Yet I felt the pull-

I stared into the eyes of a giant beast
The magnitude of Gibraltar Rock;
He stared and said to me -

"Who you seek is not in me. 
Search the world over
And you will fail,
Until you relinquish the quest
and listen inside-
try to see”

Confused- I kissed him 
and told him goodbye-
The monster sighed and swam away
The pull is stronger-

I met an Angel, so beautiful and bright.
His androgyny was my bounty on life.
I existed in the perfect creature 
of Gods and Man-
His integrity beyond the understanding
Of my wretched ideology…

Alone-knowing myself
In pure agony, on I suffered
The pull never wavering-

Deep from within a
Blackness I have always known;
I met her.
She, feline in grace and form
Lips sweet and Divine, only
Narcissus could deny;
Put her arms around me…

In the smell of honey, I bathed in her scent;
In tears she told me I was too fierce 
and she would leave
The pull began to choke me-

I sat upon the rooftops in the land
Of selfish Ancient God’s 
of death and betrayal;
Pondered where to go
On the rage of the pull I felt-
Now killing me, so I followed
It to a place so cold…

Searching through a fierce terrain 
of pine and snow, I saw the 
footprints and heard the scream...
The smothering of the pull-

In the dark I saw his eyes
His amber moons met my wonder and craze;
Alas, the pull began to seize
His lithe and perfect form I saw in a haze
Of crimson and cold

The smell of blood and life caught my lust
I followed him like a love struck puppet
So loving now this pull-

I descended into a carcass of gore with 
breathless fervor-
For him I licked the iron liquid from his face
The yellow eyes looked at me
And we knew upon this meeting we each has found
Another like themselves-
Screaming into the sound
Their wildness united with the copulating 
under the Beams of the moon…

Their hatred of their own kind found them
Another (love) akin to their soul.

(Unfortunately I can't name which contests I won with this one, there were a few and generally i delete when wining. Used to post at bottom but quit doing that)

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  1. Date: 3/27/2014 11:46:00 AM
    Hi Amy, Congratulations, on your own favorite poem. Stay Xool *xox* Forever LINDA

  1. Date: 3/22/2014 11:09:00 AM
    I don't profess to fully understand this piece but I'm pleased with the ride. Great imagery in this nightmarish write, Amy. Congratulations on your win. Ruben.

  1. Date: 3/21/2014 8:40:00 PM
    Congratulations on your many wins with this intriguing poem. Love, Joyce

  1. Date: 3/21/2014 7:24:00 AM
    It was a pleasure to read your best and favorite poem. Congrats on the win, amy

  1. Date: 5/9/2012 4:13:00 PM
    This piece just pulls you in....very good write.

  1. Date: 5/9/2012 12:21:00 PM
    what sheer pleasure to read you, amy... when i first came around, you took a sabbatical leave from soup.. glad i found my way back to you!... a collage of myth and imagism that light my fire!... shine on!..:) huggs!

  1. Date: 5/9/2012 12:33:00 AM
    Amy, I remember the original of this poem. It is probably your best one....or my favourite one of yours. I almost figure that for people to fully appreciate the ending, one must have come across a Maheegan Lupus. Not seen behind bars, but out in the wild. Nothing in-between.