A French poet
once called it
“the miracle of balance.”
While traveling around the world,
Jean Cocteau
observed that in this sport,
the strongest does not always win.
He marveled at the essence of this contest,
saying:
“The rikishi are
pink, youthful giants,
as if they have stepped down
from the ceiling frescoes
of the Sistine Chapel,
a rare race
of people.”
Somewhere between
the Edo period
and the future,
today as well,
on the dohyo,
the rikishi strive
to keep their balance
and to topple
their opponent’s.
They wrestle endlessly,
forgetting to return
to Michelangelo’s
ceiling.
i am
sure she
sees beauty
in my beast
as i
see her
bestiality
in my beauty
but for both
we are animals
of the human kind
insanely not humane
she has
a camel toe
and i have a
cocteau
Haunting,
Guitar cries,
Pink orange red,
Angelic voice exhales,
Chilling.
Inspired by the Cocteau Twins song Pink Orange Red. It's one of the songs on my Desert Island playlist.
When poetry is written,
it mainly comes from the heart.
It's triggered by emotions and thoughts,
composed by the mind, written by the hand.
Poetry states a fact and reveals opinions,
it's music and art mixed into a concoction to touch souls.
Poetry can be written by a liar,
but be so true and honest.
The words can hurt, sting, or burn,
they can melt a heart, warm a soul, or bring out a smile.
Poetry comes natural to a real poet,
if not the art does not flow and may miss a soul or two.
When poetry is written,
it mainly comes from the heart.
It's triggered by emotions, thoughts and experiences,
composed and pieced together by mind, written and revealed by hand.
Poetry states facts and reveals opinions, out there to connect,
it's spoken music and written art, used to touch souls,
*inspired by the quote:
"The poet is a liar that always speaks the truth."
-Jean Cocteau