Strong
"STRONG"
A child finds strength
in the holding of his hand
The Beatitudes in his mind
repetition 8 times cast
whispers the loneliness
in a Man -
Who held his hand?
Like Bede, venerable,
he's counting beads dropping
like blood drops,
steel hard, cracking marble floors
like lightening rods
it’s understood daily -
Before mirrors
Life in Latin Computus
In time, perhaps the days
of The Beatitudes will be understood
Counting all the days, one by one
life draining in the dreams
then the child walks away
the child in him forever stays
he turns to her
she turns away
Huddled and afraid
Where is Love
when drunk
on the turning of the
chalice upside down
empty then stolen is the Golden Grail
Treasure taken swift and sharp
by her absence
doors slowly close inch by inch
The Beatitudes fade on the
setting of every pretty romancing
pirouette and wanton bow of Sun
Mouths and minds are stitched
Eyes unforgiving turned away
Ripe lips and tongues for kissing done
His dreams washed away
Her dreams washed away
Swallowed and kissed
once on a floating punt
that this would never
be their way
When other's lives had been bled
through marriage dry and stale
no, never theirs,
they would still have their loving wanton ways
in their wedding bed
The woman crouches
in a corner face hidden
crying oceans of high tides in tears
black into buckets of pale
then who speaks of
the days of Rosy Crucifixion?
Sexus, Plexus, Nexus
ripe lips for kissing
writers bed romance
Maestri collaboratore
conducting symphonies
sheets, wet music notes
turned burning blue
hearts and skin planted
on a soft grazed cheek,
slow dancing thighs and hips
1-2
1-2
Where is the Warrior
named
LOVE
when God
has his way
Inside the burning heart
The poet takes up his quill
recalcitrant he writes electric
his vendetta romance
hellfire becomes the Chapter
and in his wager he
writes his part
Yes, poets are romantic
It’s all of love and heart
John Donne pulls the strings
of her corset
She is a cursive sentence
in a cell
Poets' hearts
are Black as Hell
And Strong
The poet writes
to tell his tale
He is a dark symphony
strung in gallows rope
Defiant
and he is
Strong
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
Depeche Mode Should Be Higher Blondish Remix
https://youtu.be/NQe_69NrbEk
"Storm(Tormenta)"/Antonio Vivaldi
https://youtu.be/zwoRsqkEKws
"Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot."
D.H. Lawrence
"All my Calvaries were rosy crucifixions, pseudo-tragedies to keep the fires of hell burning brightly for the real sinners who are in danger of being forgotten."
Henry Miller
1. The Rosy Crucifixion
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Rosy_Crucifixion
2. Beatitudes
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beatitudes
3. Bede
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bede
4. He can also = She
(be very certain of that).
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2019
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