Soothing Fundamentalist
Interwoven in primordial passions,
scathing hypocrisy douses an olive branch with gasoline;
An inferno will adjudicate this dilemma.
Earth moans in ecstasy cultivated from its warm soft core.
Nucleic acidity rivals popular neurosis.
Phallic astonishment laments a guilty pleasure;
pulsating gyrations erode a thinly projected exterior,
illusions are thrust deep into the world at-large.
An original sin raises much like a phoenix from the ice-age.
Progressive demolition;
Ecclesiastic rebellion.
Convenient isms taunt the natural way of things.
Social re-conditioning will luckily free us into slavery.
Isn’t this what we ask for?
Salivating sensations emitted from a feminine neckline;
A tawdry imagination liberated from human guilt,
anticipating a loving indecency ripe with contradictions.
That sensual arch is worth killing for.
A lifetime of promise is worth dying for.
A thermal mentality is often smothered in regret.
Passive frigidity is difficult to warm.
On a shared plane, springs cushion the essence of peace,
Reconciliation is propped with feathered comfort;
A gentle touch demands a penance it gladly receives without compunction.
All the while, an individualistic blanket keeps us in loving comfort.
9 Comments:
Great poem. It kind of made my thoughts wander...
While reading this, I thought ...
Sure wish he'd post just a little something about what inspires these poems and just a little something about his creative process.
You know, if you want to. :)
Freeing us into slavery. An amazing way to define the goings on of the present!
Whaddya know. I see it completely differently now. Cool.
It's actually really obvious now but for some reason when I read it the first time, I expected a different message, so I saw a different message. Perceptions are a trip.
Thank you, sir.
I just realized my last 2 comments were posted at the exact same time 2 days apart.
What does that mean? I think you should write a poem about it. :D
Ah, Nos...
"All the while, an individualistic blanket keeps us in loving comfort"
I think that is where we lose ourselves at times. At least I do. I get so involved with being mom, daughter, sister, ex... That I have forgotten me. I actually have a post drafted that I talked about losing myself and such. It was inspired by another of your poems!
Thank so much for sharing this with us.
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First, I apologize for blowing up the comments on this post but I just thought about something else.
This may seem silly but the whole having two comments thing at the same time stuck with me. You read my blog so you know I don't believe in coincidence. But I had to come back because it just dawned on me that 8+11=19 and 19 is my favorite number.
Ok, I'm done.
Blessings to you, beloved.
@ jd_janelle:
Glad you enjoyed the poem. If it made you think, then I know it was worth posting.
@ aisha t:
Sometimes I wonder if some of the open-mindedness many of us try to practice is in fact curtaining our ability to think seriously about other things.
@ blondie:
Life is a balance. It’s tough to temper “selfishness,” which is bad, with “self-interest,” which is good. We shouldn’t betray ourselves, but we can betray our obligations either.
@ goddess:
C’mon now Goddess, you should know by now that your comments are well-appreciated and highly valued. And on this blog, you can show as much love as you want.
Peace and Love
(((Where's NTG???)))
An appreciative audience awaits.
(Ah, check out that alliteration!)
lol
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