WELCOME TO THE CARNIVALE FREAKSHOW! CHRISTENED AS A CLOWN:I BID YOU TO WITNESS THE WORLD THROUGH MY FIGURATIVE PERPETUAL VOUYERISMS.TRAVERSE ABOARD MY CAROUSEL OF SUBLIME PAIN. HITCH ONTO MY NOT SO MERRY-GO-ROUND! I IMPLORE YOU TO LOOK PAST MY RANCID INTERJECTIONS; MOREOVER, ILLUSTRATE EMPATHY TOWARDS MY DEMENTED SENSIBILITY.DROWN THROUGH MY PAGES WRITTEN AND DRENCHED WITH LIQUID CHEMISTRY.ENTER MY SOUL'S SOLILOQUY...AND TAKE PLEASURE!

Monday, December 27, 2004

Blurred Revisions

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Blurred Revisions


The same brick wall I build which once shielded slings and arrows,
Now floored upon me with all its concrete illusion.
The same dreams that once infinitely the Sandman
Abetted me to swank a sound slumber,
Now befell to be dreadful nightmares
Each night I try to break away from.

The same solitude I at one time envisioned being my Zion,
Now disentangle to be this crammed full Hades.
The same goddess which I once sited in a pulpit;
She who opened my eyes and wiped my tears,
Now morphed to be this Frost Queen
In whose slight touch, freezer burn!
And the constant raison d'être for my drowning eyes.

The same shadows I persistently stumble upon narrow alleys
and dead ends
Which at a point served as my only company,
Now even in the brightest of days no sight.
The same quill and parchment I used to draft my traverse
In this cosmic string theory,
Now became quill darts
That struck me bulls-eye where it hurts the most...my soul!
The scripts on parchments expunged.

The same source of strength I once called upon for fortitude,
Now grew to be the reason for my deteriorating circumstance.
The same perspective of life,
I once frequently sketched on a blank canvas
To boast having this perfect equilibrium,
Now I've erased for it's a three dimensional
Flawed masterpiece.


The same mask I perpetually sported to dispel
Other peoples duplicity and as well as mine,
Now glued itself into my mortal coil.
A permanent fixture to me,
Yet just another quintessence of human dichotomy.
These same eyes which once gleefully dumbfound
Life's miracles and mysteries,
Now see only blurred visions.
True meanings of what once were figurative truths
But in reality are only artificial optimisms and false certainties.
A second look...these are my blurred revisions!

3 left the carnivale an epistle:

Blogger Leyla so eloquently stated...

hi. my name's leyla; i'm 19. you don't know me, but i came across your blog and found it interesting. i like your lifestyle (sort of similar to mine!), and i like your poetry. i write poetry too; some of it is at my blog. i thought you might want to take a look: lencoma.blogspot.com. this is the first time i've ever given this address to a stranger, but what the hell...you seem like an open-minded guy. it's just about my life. anyway, keep writing! you have a lot of good things to say. i loved the line "i popped a pill / so to tempt death". if you ever want to email me, direct it to leylacoleman@hotmail.com.

December 27, 2004 4:58 PM

 
Blogger Lothario Art so eloquently stated...

Leyla, much obliged for entrusting this meek me to read your soul and invite me to your world. Just finished drifting away through a couple of your pages ‘twas quite a surrealistic head trip and found me another muse I could yet to feed on.
As we traverse this fucked-up enigma, we both arm ourselves with only our quills. Sobriety or in toxicity; to each his own, right! You have blood for ink and Kudos to you!

December 28, 2004 8:05 PM

 
Blogger Amie so eloquently stated...

hi! good job done on the poetry and the artwork! Happy New Year!

December 29, 2004 1:08 PM

 

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