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Directors Cut
by Edward Lupinacci

Thursday, June 16, 2005
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I see the flames draw near
The way they are fed from the arrowhead
Defying the wind
burning towards the target
slow motion
approaching its destination with indifference
ready to rip, tear and splinter
muscle on bone
I stand ready with heart exposed


     
No! try it again
      but this time from the depths
      the lines are written with dimension, passion
      and you deliver cardboard 
      Your end is near
      let me feel it
      Improvise if you must


I am but an object
A shell protecting
not the seed, but the void
Pull your bow and let my fate fly
Scorch me in its angry flame
until the smell of my burning flesh
becomes my only sense
before the blackness

     
Ok I see you understand the premise
      But where is The anticipation, The fear
      words are music
      there are tones to each 
      like quarter or whole notes
      I am looking for an orchestra
      you give me scales


I see the glint in the archers eye
Squinting to better aim destruction
The bullís-eye painted on my existence

     
No, No!
      You are about to die
      Donít you have any feelings about that?


No

     
Well then how about a past love
      Is that something you can draw on?



A heart beats from memories pulse
The taste of life seduced in moral sin
succulent tangibles entwined in intimacy
bodies exploring divinity under Hadesí eyes
Held captive in the thought of a caress
when life was living in a gaze
never caring beyond the moment

It is not cupids arrow, that approaches
It is the decimation
the final construct of my demise
Tears stream hoping to douse fireís course
before the penetration
of sanctuary
and what was
turns to ash


     
Better but it still needs work
      Come back tomorrow
 

I canít 
I died in the thought of Yesterday 
 
    

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Reviewed by Ronald Hull 6/19/2005
This is facinating. I'm not much for stream of consciousness, but the the director makes sense.

Ron
Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green 6/18/2005
Marvelous!!
Reviewed by Maria Lupinacci 6/17/2005
Great Poem! There are many lines in this that are worthy of quoting, but I think that this stanza speaks volumes:
"I see the glint in the archers eye
Squinting to better aim destruction
The bullís-eye painted on my existence"
That is Perfection!
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 6/17/2005
Most outstanding poetry!!

Love Tinka
Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU 6/16/2005

In the century of poetic revelation,
"Directors Cut" speaks for its lines and delivers its voice
to be recorded in the - studios of the millennia - while its
messages like fresh ambrosias please the taste of the
mind and nourish the soul.


Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK 6/16/2005
I Am But an Object-I Can Die In Mourning After!

Excellent Eye Opener...

TRASK
Reviewed by Patricia Gomes 6/16/2005
Read this again, dear Walter:

" ... A heart beats from memories pulse
The taste of life seduced in moral sin
succulent tangibles entwined in intimacy
bodies exploring divinity under Hadesí eyes
Held captive in the thought of a caress
when life was living in a gaze
never caring beyond the moment

It is not cupids arrow, that approaches
It is the decimation
the final construct of my demise ..."

I've done this, felt this. No good can come of it! Love the cardboard line -- ouch! My bringer of cardboard has ice blue eyes that match his heart; I wish him death. {wink}

P.S. Got your message. Forgive my procrastination -- time is not on my side.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) 6/16/2005
Gotta love it and I did! Someone else has a sense of humor and a tendency for talking to himself, eh? This was exceptional.
Reviewed by Leysa Lowery 6/16/2005
"A shell protecting
not the seed, but the void"
This is such a unique format to use for your message ... drew me in and carried me through to the finale. Well done!
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner 6/16/2005
Walter,

Wow. This one is powerfully and movingly penned--and that ending...breathtaking!! Exceptional poetry!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
Reviewed by Sue Hess 6/16/2005
i love this, the structure and concept are superb...bravo
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