Showcase of the Sentimentalist - Part Two

15 of them begin the emotional ritual attired in silk & sequens,
they maneuver miraculously one after another on burning coals glowing violet,
the dance steps are heartbeats, curved & compassionate, their majesty is inviolate,
their Art is to suffer for Hope wrought from the ribbon of Reality's casualties,
fifteen to infinity the ladies become shooting stars
lazered through a constellation collapsing into a single sphere of suspense,
the crowd claps, cymbals chyme and a sorcerer's symbols
rain in a fury of subconscious superstorm, confusing chaos
and charming candor as relics vouchsafed in this cosmic cavern,
the Eye of Providence appears annonymously, winking with Blessings
on the forehead of a girl crooning for Roman gifts of iron roses & opium doses
as she poses prettily on top of the Arch of the Covenant
where angels scorch alms and demons dine on delirium,
a flame spitter and sword swallower run to the forefront
as the music deepens within the skulls of saints,
they confront each other with pride, mortal misgivings alight in their eyes,
a contest between Altruism & Misanthropy,
which will prevail, fire or steel, which to survive, love or hate,
one gets stabbed, the other burned, wagers wave through the theater,
lots of chatter, banter & bravado, the wounded continue with character,
Innocence tries to exit but is not allowed by Wherewithal
as the two forces seem to be fatally struck
a curtain closes ceremoniously and all that remains,
endangered enlightenment echoes, and echoes like thunder
while a beautiful candle glows, not yet bent or spent
and everyone in attendance calms and knows,
in absence of love, nothing but misery can be achieved  -

J.A.B.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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January 16, 2014 at 6:09 PM
Justin, coming back to this one again:) I like the expression you have marked on this second part. I also noticed many lines of alliteration. I LOVE IT! I'm endulgingd reading this fine epic romatic ritual, the character is excessively sentimental in every note I read from part one and two. WOW, I'm just too impressed right now... HAHA, and that being this your poem is not about Rainbows. However, I find beauty struck in everyline. Justin, Air is precious to me and you've stolen all of mine. ~always LINDA
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January 17, 2014 at 2:58 AM
We'll share the air of life Linda. I stole it only to give back more sweetly for you lol. Alliteration is one of my favorite techniques, thanks for mentioning it PD. J.A.B.
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January 16, 2014 at 6:10 PM
With both parts of your poems.. Linda
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January 14, 2014 at 3:15 PM
Justin you are a very talented writer taking our craft in a refreshing new direction. You clearly express yourself very well and feel every line with a passion. I find you not only a very intelligent person and writer but a total inspiration. I look forward to reading more in the future, and will fav you for my list of fav poets.take care thank you for sharing. Pete.
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January 14, 2014 at 8:46 PM
What you state is one my goals Peter, and I believe that I will succeed with the support of Providence, and minds like yours, thank you. Your work appeals to my intellect too. Poetry can be a viable teacher, a conduit to true enlightenment. J.A.B.
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January 14, 2014 at 1:00 PM
Justin... I have to come back in a few hours... Linda
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January 14, 2014 at 8:40 PM
Always welcome Linda. J.A.B.
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January 13, 2014 at 10:32 PM
An amazing poet you are. Each word is so beautiful, Justin. I am in awe of this piece of work." where angels scorch alms and demons dine on delirium" I adore that line, and each other one. Love your conclusion. Another masterpiece! Always, Laura
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January 14, 2014 at 12:42 AM
Yes Laura, the culminating postulation I know to be true, it is the essence of the struggle. I am pleased greatly with the tone, message and imagery of this composition. I'm sure Carl Jung would be thrilled by it. My favorite part is the girl. Your praise is heart warming and so motivating Laura, thank you.
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