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Empires, Vampires and Superpowers
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Gnarled Lust
is a blackened tree
tenacles feasting on a murdered landscape;
having been watered by poisoned fertilizers
sprouting gray leaves
displaying a history of
of voracious greed, death, blood and atrocities,
its spread now reaches the dead vampire desire for immortality
by sucking red blood from prone victims
who crave
love, sex and death in swain's sucklings
fired of the desire to cheat death and live forever,
even at the cost of dead hand affections
dark broodings
outside the light-
ultimate self-regarding
confections
consumed
of poisoned drops;
failed promises
illusioned drinkings
and bloody hands.
All there in history:
power mongers
mind killers
word demons
culture jailers
dead limp drug healers
all seeking to bury Faith alive
strangle Hope in its baby crib
all watered
under Lust's tree
and producing
millions of dead gray leaves
all embraced
reeking of the still warm blood
sucked from others.
All these in human history
seen marching
lashing the backs of slaves
of women, hapless men
of children;
an obsessed march
toward Lust's Dark Horizons
contorting history
while True Virtue
miraculously at History's Turning Point
ultimately showed its face
and started it's own march toward justice, mercy
and democracy
progress slow to be sure
but relentless
with these transfusions
now turning gray to green in some places,
and that battle
while not yet won
has been joined.
The lesson here my friend
then
is that there is a difference
between Good
and Evil.
So in the end it is the rage for Immortality
which drives all things human
the desire to cheat death
indeed nature herself
or is it Humility
who there sighs
saying
some things
are too much
not worth the cost
being Gnarled most.
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| Reviewed by J Howard |
2/3/2012 |
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| the history of man evolved from your words, you sights and sounds and pictures of the pain endured by ....not all... but those the chosen. beautiful poetic pain... |
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| Reviewed by Annabel Sheila |
1/16/2012 |
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Dark and brooding and penned to perfection!!!!!! Classic phrasing, Lonnie....Awesome writing!
Anna |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
1/15/2012 |
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Humans do appear to be a lost cause in this life/space/time. Thank you, Lonnie. Love and peace to you,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart |
1/14/2012 |
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| Fine writing, thought provoking. Isn't it a shame so much evil is done in the name of good? |
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| Reviewed by Janna Hill |
1/13/2012 |
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I like this Lonnie
all seeking to bury Faith alive
strangle Hope in its baby crib
I ponder... |
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| Reviewed by * Starman * * |
1/13/2012 |
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| Posted just in time for Friday the 13th. The ancient wisdom being, well ancient, is as old as it gets for the kind of things you write about here. No one can dispute the facts. You are the Gnarled one! O' great stuff here Lonnie. Take a bow! |
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| Reviewed by Patrick Granfors |
1/13/2012 |
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| Captivating from the first two lines until the end. Nature does encourage survival in some manners which may be deemed cruel. But nature also has checks and balances which is more than humanity can claim. Excellent work. Patrick |
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