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nothing left to say(truth)

Contributed by iodinelove on Friday, 17th December 2004 @ 11:22:23 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



There is nothing left to say
no future
to cast before the endlessness
the inevitable silver hairs
the uncontrollable salivation
dripping on a dish
of red and blue

i see a painter
painting black painting
the recklessness of youth
painting the young sea's
storm

even it is far from truth

black is a color that i can see
red and yellow ribbons
on green and white cars
violet obsidian velvet
vermilion horses
running through a golden field

i can imagine

the abstract vision
the impractical
the illogic
of my verse

so i repose

there is nothing left to say
the world is a bitter face
a fecal stench of love
and money
worth the rot
of all of my poetry

the truth is

the truth is in the bag
the truth is a dead child
the truth is a dead friend


or more the truth
is in the living
living to be dead

Chernobyl's children
dreaming dreaming
dreaming
twisted and burning
in their toxins in their bed
twisted and burning
and lets see whats on TV

this is the truth

write your poetry
your empty
love your casualty
write your apathy
your despondency
your need

there are Russian children dying in their schools
there are Iraqi's dying on the street
Israelis
Haitians
Cubans
the Africans
my beautiful lions
dancing and watching
the bloated bellies
the barren, scored throats
and running noses
on the street

and we buy and buy and buy
and we tack and nail our tree
and we laugh
and we laugh

and we laugh

and we will never stop laughing

the truth is the only poetry
the only unloved
ill cared for

unopened raw kindled
words
upon the gash and blade
of page after page

we write romance
pain
sorrow seclusion and anger

we are liars in our bed
on our pillows
boxes of books
mildewed and closed
away forever

we are fools
bathed in fools blood
in wretched love of life
and deceit

the cars pass by
the cell phones never stop ringing
our daughters are whores
our sons are junkies and perverts

our sons are junkies and perverts
our daughters are whores

again i repose
a need to fill the empty spaces
the empty lies of my lies
of my heart
written in my own urinated
denial

more truth

love is forgotten
all we share
we share desire
and want and need
and suck it all away

we cry we scream we kick
we our nightmares fallen
falling faster

our people are dying
and all we think and see is sex
and dreams of pleasure
all we live is fashion
and nonobservance
of our own indomitable
lives

the truth is there
live the lie
the truth is there
i weep
and rip the curtains from my wall
the posters and paintings
the books my only
my only love...

and then amidst the truth
the walls come crumbling
down
the scar in my side comes to life
i double and strain against the pain
i close my eyes

i close my eyes




Copyright © iodinelove ... [ 2004-12-17 23:22:23]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: nothing left to say(truth) (User Rating: 1 )
by justjonesy on Saturday, 18th December 2004 @ 01:16:08 AM AEST
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at first i saw how long it was and turned away....but then I gave it a second chance and actually read it...........and I'm glad I did.....great job and filled with meaning...almost a rant but done so well its poetry....great job




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