Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Solace



The calluses on my hands could've 
Saved a man from a stray bullet 
Standing as tall as the hair
On the back of my knuckles 
Dutch courage on the tips 
Of my fingers death dripping 
Down my palm across my lifeline 
My hand is slightly pressed against 
My nose I inhale the scent 
Like a lonely drunken soul 
The morning after cheap sex 
With all my demons 


"...And when they rise,
They rise above you 
As if you were 
Born into 
Dust..."


Old spiritual talk 
From the black man 
hanging on a rusty rail 
We caught eyes
I took a sip of liquor 
He hands me a bible 
My touch of blood 
Burned the pages 
So I poured liquor on it 
The black man said 
I'm going to hell 
By the hand of God 
If I continue to pour 
My liquor on those pages 
Will it take this pain 
From my throat
I poured liquor on that bible 
To consume what killed me 
And what Jesus is still dying for
Seized by a temporary 
Fixation I believed was 
An epiphany yet 
Unequal to my darkest figure



©2012 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.


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29 comments:

  1. damn dud...vicious imagery of the man hanging on the nail...and that moment of truth for yourself as well puring liquor on the bible...and that closing epiphany...well done man...

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  2. A powerful and good write...I poured liquor on that bible
    To consume what killed me
    And what Jesus is still dying for....nicely done!

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  3. damn powerful and tight write...like bri and ayala the liquor poured on the bible is a frickin strong image

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  4. Really strong and notably dark! Hello Mr Desmond remember me? Next time I'm going to London, you are coming with me, even if I have to fly you over myself! Ok back to the poem, what an epiphany at the end. You never, ever disappoint!

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  5. Wow- that pouring is bad bad and good good- Could Jesus help? With a little help- yes!
    Great write Anthony!

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  6. Vivid imagery and powerful symbols. The image of liquor spilling over the bible really grabs attention.

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  7. how lost one can be... nice capture of this point

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  8. Wow! Brilliant artistry... sorrowful, sacrilegious, with a surprising epiphany. Dark... and powerfully rendered.

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  9. Very powerful- almost vitriolic. This piece conjured up feelings of someone wrestling with their internal demons- maybe religious demons. I loved the rawness of your words when describing waking up and smelling of cheap sex and booze and then this- compared with the religious spoutings resulting in booze being pourednonnthe bible, even at the threat of hell- was very powerful- almost vitriolic. Love poetry like this - challenging and uncompromising

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  10. Yep...have to agree with all of the above! Brilliant writing, AD ...challenging and powerful...good stuff.

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  11. Always cutting edge, Anthony. It's interesting to me the way you take on religious themes from "another" angle. Always feeling a way to your own way of understanding grace and redemption. Well done.

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  12. we embrace Life so much more clearly with death as an arrow of guidance... crippled by brilliance, your eyes reveal the path traveled....a very concise and approachable read...thank you

    Peace

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  13. Damned tight write. Loved this

    "My hand is slightly pressed against
    My nose I inhale the scent
    Like a lonely drunken soul
    The morning after cheap sex
    With all my demons"

    I thought I was the only one to do that. Excellent.

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  14. This is an awesome poem, as usual. Every week you continue to amaze....

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  15. To consume what killed me
    And what Jesus is still dying for
    Seized by a temporary
    Fixation I believed was
    An epiphany yet
    Unequal to my darkest figure

    Superb!

    @AudreyHowitt

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  16. Mr D (emon) writer of war and all else holy - she says to me "you write that shit about the lord coz you a sinner" - i say "thats why he love me more than your ass... bitch - coz u dont give him another thought (outside the obvious)" - we made love...

    you made love to my brain with this beast (in a Manly non - physical way you understand :)...

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  17. good plays of the word/sin, not too intricate and compelled to keep reading.

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  18. Whew...what vivid images...I like these lines best though what struck me is Jesus is still dying for...food for thought ~

    I poured liquor on that bible
    To consume what killed me
    And what Jesus is still dying for

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  19. Such depth in this...Old spiritual talk From the black man hanging on a rusty rail... great work!

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  20. Superb words here, really glad I stumbled upon you from dVerse! Powerful stuff!

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  21. You're dark today. This one makes me want to cheer you up. But look what wonder this mood has wrote; so I'll leave well enough alone.

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  22. hanging on a nail... whoa! This is dark and compelling. I found myself reading faster toward the end. Wonderful work.

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  23. A tainted tapestry painted in dark hues...loved it

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