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Death of the Poet Destroyer

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Death of the Poet Destroyer

~The Untold Fatal Attraction Poem~

Mid-morning she sees the sun ahead
Her death flowed in a messaged bottle
Gazing into her brown eyes upon all open sores,
Her conscience dark and gray a never-ending war!
A giant cyclone of a thousand thoughts swirled around this little girl.
Inflicting away the pain, through the comfort of others pen
The way she twisted and twisted life’s perception was out of her control
Inside she knew the glass slipper was never hers to show off
 
She is baring nothing but a tainted pen, walking throughout eternity’s sand
A prosecutor of misdeeds, accomplishing what, without knowing the way
Departing from her fractured self, she begins to slip into a righteous form,
Twirling her twilight's pen like a baton, spinning it to one final stand
 
She awakens in a dream, where her sadness does not allow the light to reform
Her body is weak and pale against the birth of her undying sun
Staring down into the deepness of every-bodies abyss
Inside all souls is where she felt lighter, than the retarded sun gives
A crimson sky follows her just to reveal her diminished soul,
A life of shunning out the city glow will always dwell deep inside her
Sleeping under society as one, insulting the taste of innocent blood
Forgetting the vengeance, in a dimension where the pen is mightier than the sword
 
How did she let it come to this?
In one feeling she fell in love with the spirit of the living rhyme 
Watching from a cave, with a diabolical look
Refusing to grasp the self - nature and kill off the destroyer's will
A price beyond this enigmatic world, craving to be just like them
Condemning her meaning to a blasphemy of white butterflies
Destroying her poetic meaning that was destined to dance a tangle of endless rage
In love with the essence of her deceased will
She clings on to the dimness and brilliance at the same time
All corpses lost beyond the girl in question,
Sympathetic in a bizarre language, she mutters out sweetness
Her heart mended, recognizing all the adoration and poetic addiction
Exchanging the real terror, fixated by the life force of her poetic destruction
Giving birth to a new revelation
Now she will never deceive her love for the making of true art,
Not wanting to belong in this wretched world with her destroying criteria,
Her soul sails looking for a new era where love will no longer generate
As she loathes the love and decides not to destroy this generation with hate

At last, longing this one day with the angel of death
With a closing teardrop, one last thought
My death will not be the end; only the ascension~

by;pd

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  1. Date: 6/19/2014 12:26:00 AM

    I am speechless

  1. Date: 2/3/2014 6:25:00 PM

    :-)

  1. Date: 1/29/2014 2:58:00 PM

    A metamorphasis unto terrifying tutoring, a teriffic and resplendent wing span of purpose rediscovered my Sphinx! Born to reshape Letters - I ache for your Ascension! J.A.B.

  1. Date: 1/18/2014 11:55:00 AM

    When Kahlil Gibran wrote the famous book Tears And Laughter, he included a strange and mysterious poem in that book, titled A Poet's Death Is His Life. The fate and destiny, and the hallucination of a dying poet, have never been expressed more satisfyingly than by Gibran in this particular poem. First I was startled at the title dear Poet Destroyer selected for this poem, then I remembered, a poet has to pass through many births and deaths in his life. The mystic Gibran also meant exactly this.

  1. Date: 7/6/2013 7:27:00 PM

    Love cuts deep. Keep seeking and loving. Your pain is deep but our love is strong. Men are lonely. They only know how to take. Give it time and it will be lonely but you already know that.

  1. Date: 6/22/2013 10:49:00 PM

    This is quite a fantastic picture painted. Almost sounds like a daunting destroyer angel who can decide with the flick of her pen the fate of humanity. Classic lines " Inflicting away the pain, through the comfort of others pen.The way she twisted and twisted life’s perception was out of her control. Inside she knew the glass slipper was never hers to showoff." So many brilliant lines that one can reach a number of conclusions. Mystical :).

  1. Date: 6/10/2013 3:51:00 PM

    WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  1. Date: 5/27/2013 9:59:00 PM

    I heard you and Nathan, worked on this poem. My fav of all your poems. miss you. Siddy

  1. Date: 4/25/2013 1:26:00 PM

    what legends are mdade of- Finn

  1. Date: 4/24/2013 9:46:00 AM

    Girl I'm glad you didn't die. I could not go on without your evil grin lol. Interesting write this, 'Watching from a cave, with a diabolical look', lol. I think I can relate to that. Thanks for calling by, I've been busy, work has picked up, so not much time for souping, I'm not missing poems, just you lol Take care, Richard

  1. Date: 3/17/2013 4:05:00 PM

    One word sums it up for me... awesome!

  1. Date: 12/4/2012 12:57:00 AM

    awesome,,, thanks for reading "My brother Bill" I think you should stay,, I enjoy reading from you ;}

  1. Date: 11/29/2012 9:19:00 PM

    Poet, you are a Poet indeed. Thanks for bringing and sharing this wonderful master piece with me. I will read it again. I love it!!!

  1. Date: 11/14/2012 3:45:00 PM

    You never cease to amaze me, there are no words to describe how talented you are. I am humbled by and appreciative of your gift. You are beautiful beyond what my meer words are capable of describing.

  1. Date: 10/12/2012 7:16:00 PM

    Love The poem very much ,check out my other ones including the List,an Angles in Heaven

  1. Date: 9/17/2012 11:26:00 AM

    The Moby Dick of imagery, Ahab and the white whale conflated into the substance of genuine art. When the poem probes the poet there is no finality like death, except the final knowing that truth has no beginning. I love the Freudian entanglements, it is indeed a very great write. Congratulations and love

  1. Date: 9/16/2012 8:51:00 PM

    great poem it made me feel strange inside! for some reason I felt like there should be more? somehow your true purpose would be revealed? warm thoughts, Ralph

  1. Date: 8/30/2012 6:08:00 AM

    written when i was away, so just got here, over a thousand hits ago, oh boy harry you are slow. what can i say p.d that has not been said yet about this inspiring poem, only that i just love this.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  1. Date: 8/16/2012 9:53:00 AM

    Did you just say death? I say it's rather a deep leap to the deep blue sea catching the depth of the ocean you dive to drive home a deep poetic insight to be cited... Thanks for your kind notes on my poems.

  1. Date: 8/15/2012 3:55:00 AM

    Wow, our poetry is a little similar some great words in your poem, I have another ohe , a gut wrenching ohe which is biblical, its called Judas Iscarriot. I will post it soon on here, or could send it to you. its ohe of my best poems and I am sure would win a competition. carrington

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