POETIC JUSTICE: love

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REVISITING A MANIACAL MELODY

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O! Love at first sight in bleak day.
You’ve life’s gallant sun.
The arid tempest swoons;
Love. Hope. Joy. Doubt. Lust. Slaughter.
Blood’s staining authority.
The silver gorge croons to her,
Breathing deep, conjuring worship;
The grubby toothed grin of casualty.

“My love, may I have this dance?”
“Tis my honor most valiant knight!”
“Take my hand, my dear, and we shall.”
“Yes, my love.”

O! Life’s embittered perfection,
Love’s wish filled stain,
Let go this; your dreadful date
And curl your arms `round eternity
Heeding the smothered breath of thy god;
Hatred. Contempt. Red. White. Blue.
Blood’s staining authority;
The solvent spirit’s bloody weight!

© 2006 mrp/thepoetryman

PLAY FROM YOUR HEART

-Zoe Keating @ La Boule Noire Paris Oct 23, 2008/Amanda Palmer cabaret show.

Play from your heart

What's the point of anything if you don't?
What’s to stop us from staying in the middle
While hate’s tangled up in a half-baked peace
And love’s tapping out some half-hearted beat?

Love’s not a liquid flowing between worlds-
It’s now!
It’s the curve of her neck as she turns to gaze at her children.
It’s the teetering laughter heard over the howl of thankless men.

Love’s useless if it only moan’s like a lamb-
It’s loud!
It’s the whispered roar of goodnight as he watches them sleep.
It’s the fearless torrent of immeasurable expressions of grief.

It’s not war… It’s peace.

HANDS

(A Poetic Justice Photomontage)

Michelle,
I sought a peace and a grace as bright as this world's beginning, as astounding as nature’s
might.
I sought a truth hidden away and stayed for it to kiss my ready mouth.

I sought the lover’s song with its pursed and famished lips; I wandered the earth for her
lair
Like an angel in search of brilliant wings to pin upon a lungful of air.

I looked where I thought angels dwelled, hoping to glimpse their hands opening up the
sky,
I even peered into those spaces where I knew an angel would never fly.

I heard their enchanting music; bells ringing ever so quietly in that dimness of another
world
Where I imagined us soaring forever in a multicolored sky of birds.

I sought a love and a soul as bright as imagination, as astounding as the world’s red
Dawn.
I sought a veiled truth and lingered there for it to kiss my ready jaws.

I wandered down the streets and the alleys in search of the key to unchain forever’s
door
Like some weary worn god scouring universes to find his evermore.

I sought all of these things as if I lived in a fairytale of magical creatures that couldn’t
be,
then you, with wing-draped hands, reached down and rescued me.

With true love,
Mark

AMEROTICA...

(A Poetic Justice Photomontage)

Of this moment what is it that you want?

Her gallant nakedness clutching at flowers

and shaking herself upright again.

Her margins and chest filled with grand laughter

at the things she’s most ready to do.

Her eyes reading wonderfully tall and magnificent letters

dispatched from all points of her reach.

Her lips coursing a voyage over freedom with a blazing hope,

shaking the limbs of all dread-filled faces.

Her émigré colors moving together; loving, holding

one another in luscious, tender whispers.

To witness her thighs draped over our ready shoulders

as we seek out her yielding flesh.

The winged creature with her supple neck bent down,

smiling upon her just desserts.

Her rebellious shape hovering over the people’s hunger,

steadying herself for eager tongues.

That she rise up now, and with her flesh, wet and yearning,

Touch upon those most in need.

Her long and loving hands opening up to us in freedom,

lifting our sleepy faces to the sun.

Thrusting America's Love Outward

MY LOVE

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Michelle,
There is a grace
As smooth as supple hands,
As easy as dreams
Lifting away
To you.

Beautiful you are;
Your lips, your eyes, your soul.

There is a song
As gorgeous as the heavens,
As stirring as hope
In the eyes
Of you.

Beautiful you are;
Your lips, your eyes, your soul.

O, my best friend,
Where my mind travels
I find you waiting there,Waiting for me
In you.

Happy First Anniversary

Love always,
Mark

THRUSTING AMERICA'S LOVE OUTWARD

I compel you to love your country.

To draw her into your arms ever so tenderly,
To embrace her softly, dearly to your heart,
To huddle close, near together her masses,
And sense her least sustained yearning.

I compel you to love your country.

A nation that lifted the breast of humanity
Caressing it tenderly toward equality’s rapture
With gentle fingers of selfless, searing desire
Exploring over her ever toward paradise.

I compel you to love your country.

Freedom lovers damp in stiff-limbed writhing
Stumbling kisses upon red-barreled bravery,
Softly probing her robust and supple liberty,
Heed now her cries of woeful sovereignty!

I compel you to love your country.

Between her Trail of Tears and Mount Misery
She still waits upon the coupled plains of affection
Ready for our design and mastery of this worlds love
Panting heavy expectation upon her shape.

I compel you to love your country.

Perched upon the shore of Rolles Creek she waits
With Mount Pleasant in reach of her willing fingers.
With expectant sounds of closure now within her folds
She lunges forth with an expectant mouth!

I compel you to love your country.

O! Gentle sleep now beckons to her languid pink flesh
As the rogues tongue laps at her ebbing shores of joy
And beckons her let go of her valuable love’s embrace
Lunging forth behind her eager lips!

She counters not… for she is the boiling hunger we seek.

What a devoted worship we’ve had with the motherland.
Many a great poet has written their songs upon her flesh;
Their bright and shimmering waters lapping her shores
In ardent freedom’s want of hopes howling, dripping heat.

I compel you to love the world!

On this day of days let us remember her youthful glow,
Her ripe fruit of wonder, her drowsy ache of emancipation,
Her most alluring burnish upon our exploring of her skin.
(The burden of immense throbbing now falls upon her heart!)

I compel you to love the world!

America, carry your waves to all shores. Hope, not savagery,
In your goodness, not in impudent desire to control destiny.
Leave not the naked child, but your desire alone on the road.
Shelter not your intentions, but those most needful and hungry.

I compel you to love the world!

We have been witness to our dove, crippled and flailing in terror!
We’ve been onlookers to our expectations emerging fruitless.
Watching unmoved while our oily desire bleeds into the waters
And the cold white eyes of death tread progressively before us.

I compel you to love the world!

Come now, peace. Come now, warriors, lay down your guns
To witness the beauty at your hands as she lays down your sword
And with dripping red lips envelops your craving to possess her.
Do you not hear the night voices calling you with an angels whisper?

I compel you to love the world!

To open the door and step out into the bright sun, desire can wait.
Take notice of the many tender, breathing, soul-caked living.
Gaze upon the world’s most unbendable faith in humanity.
Gently touch her skin, delicately massage her furious soil.

I compel you to love the world!

Enter her sculpting space and weave a covering made of lifeless war.
Paint upon her face a gentle art made of your temples sweat.
Scribe a love song upon her back with the eagle’s most willing blood.
Erect in her a tower of light for all to see that they might weep.

I compel you to love the world!

The masses of age lie here and we should not be so ready to die
Like confused animal’s hooved in selfishness, deficient and artless.
The world is full of freedom lovers damp in stiff-limbed writhing
Stumbling kisses upon red-barreled bravery, tenderly probing liberty.

I compel you to love the world!

Amid her supple lands and majestic mountains she waits our affection,
Ready for our desire and design embracing her most ready warmth
Needing our hot hope upon her shape, wanton as wide-eyed first love.
(Heed now the world’s hot desire for freedom pulling us in.)

With hopeful whisper's within her waters, she leans forth, expectant.

Copyright © 2006 mrp / thepoetryman

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