Habit forming pain killers
King's oath taken by mouth
Forgetting love
Becoming free
An intercession into divinity
Royal servants evolve mankind
From enamel dust to golden ashes
Over gardens and on
The backs that carry lashes
Face to face
Soul, too
So full,
I wish for half a heart
Not this loyal chamber of shit
Heir to the throne
Disfigured
Compared to
Ancient busts
Of the messiahs
Of the temple
Let peace be
With the maker
Devour the blood
Of the killer
©2012 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.
24 comments:
I wish for half a heart
Not this loyal chamber of shit
ouch...
thumping man, got the beat, and nice concrete form as well...also like...
Forgetting love
Becoming free
An intercession into divinity
"Face to face
Soul, too
So full"
That is wicked cool.
Bringing some rhyme to the dance tonight, I see. I felt a beat here, as well as a beating. I can't say you're getting angrier out here, but you're definitely bringing serious verbal firepower. Peace, young friend. ~ j
I wish for half a heart
Not this loyal chamber of shit
Intriguing write.
wishing for half a heart
Not this loyal chamber of shit ...sums it up for me...tight images as always anthony
A psychological deconstruction of the ethic of responsibility and loyalty and its intrinsic conflict with freedom. Both must balance to achieve a destiny and the missing ingredient is harmony. Well written my friend!
those last four lines tore right through my heart...
"Heir to the throne
Disfigured
Compared to
Ancient busts
Of the messiahs
Of the temple
Let peace be
With the maker
Devour the blood
Of the killer"
A strong, imaginative write. Great job.
Oo intense, yes chamber of shit, been there, and we should produce rocking fucking tshirts you and I. Why aren't you published boy, get your arse in gear before I set Colin firth on you!
Intense, cool, I like it.
I really like the opening lines...Painkillers King's oath...we all have had our chamber of shit...I bow to your talent.
'backs that carry lashes' is powerful.
the last four lines rocked me.
Quite deep and I loved it...fluently written
Marvelous and fine words. I must say, you took me very deep.
Thanks for sharing
S.
The power in your words always grips me tight when I read here.
"Royal servants evolve mankind
From enamel dust to golden ashes
Over gardens and on
The backs that carry lashes
Face to face
Soul, too
So full,"
Wow.
Not this loyal chamber of shit - OH NO! - buried treasure...
and those pain killers man - purple pills makes me ills...
sick!
:D
Pretty cool the way your poem looks like a cross. A great idea given the poems content. Very creative, Anthony.
I like those two lines outside the form of your words ~ Intense writing ~
Many wonderful ringing sounds from this poem:
Over gardens and on
The backs that carry lashes
It speaks to me of the struggle between the beauty of the moment and a painful history.
All we're missing is a crown of thorns, my poet messiah! Anthony...your words always just vibrate with the energy of your pen...seriously, how old is your soul! So much wisdom coupled with fearless writing equals a win every freaking time...
Like a chemical burn, soon I'll have to bring a first aid kit along for reads :).
Loving the reference to painkillers as something 'regal', ruling mankind.....maybe something about drugs being god ....especially with the cross reference n your form (which I loved) ...intense....strong....loved
Whew! Powerful stuff here. "backs that carry lashes" "half a hear" "disfigured" - so much pain here, anger. Raw.
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