Lovely words from a talented poet.
Day: May 21, 2014
Aborting Genius
True, so true. I took a few creative writing classes at FSU several years ago, and there is so much emphasis on following rules. Even my classmates were intolerant whenever I tried to do something different. Weird.
“A Bit More Pressure Can be Good for You”
Painting by Alan Firmin
From “Be Fearful of Mediocrity” at afirmin.com
exquisite raw feats of
sure genius
by uncommon autistic savants
serve to illustrate how much
pure genius
human intellect desperately wants
to unleash of potential
poor genius
starved by schools focused on the mundane
who will manage to damn well
cure genius
before it takes root in the brain
Heartless
This is a great poem. Love the art work!
“Conflicted”
Painting by Bob Brown
From bobbrown.com
glad and sad
tenants in conflict
share one room
one bed in my
studio brain
each awake when
the other is not
they have nothing
in common this
smile and these tears
no words pass
between them
I’m glad for that
otherwise I
would go crazy from
combative conflict
transferred from
their mutual bigotry
foisting their
chauvinist insolence
into my too often
cut apart heart
never healthy
enough to hold
properly fully
one simple emotion
but two such as
these oppositional
sentiments duking
it out oh my God
they would burst
through old stitches
scarred seams
would split open
and I would be left
neither peacefully
glad nor depressingly
sad just a sorrowful
sack cold and heartless
Love is Cruel
Profound thoughts, as usual. Love is indeed not for the faint of heart. It rips us to shreds, then sits back and laughs until it cries.
O’ Seeker of secrets
Traveller of the untrodden path
Do not retreat in your footsteps
When you face the cruelty of Love
Love does not announce her presence
She forces you to seek door to door
Until you discover her hiding place
And understand her priceless worth
Love comes in the darkness of the night
Splashing water on those who sleep
This is when she undresses
Long before the rooster crows
Love ties knots inside your stomach
The Lover loses pleasure of food
For pleasures act as dusty veils
Blanketing the beauty of Love
Love carries an axe and hammer
Tearing apart all that you know
Your foundation must be broken
So you may be resurrected anew
Love has many stages
Blocked by obstacles of fire
Your dirt calls for purification
If you wish to climb her ladder
Love pushes you to your limits
That moment you scream no more
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Stumbling along the sidewalk 