Two States Of Mind For One
by Miss Pandora
Monday, August 13, 2007
Rated "PG" by the Author.
Print Save Become a Fan
Simply far too long ...but whatever the duration, I am home for a while...Px
#1 : For Him...
Relentlessly I watched you
build your house of cards,
using goodness from souls
as you broke them to shards;
and with unswerving dispassion
built upon nothing substantial,
using only charisma, you have founded
your empire on nothing consequential.
I absorbed your whetted appetite
believing once in what I thought was true
Now, my own iron pagoda
defies the acceptance and entrance of you.
I am grateful for the lights
that now brilliantly shine.
Lost once in the epitome of your
strength, unswervingly I now stand under mine.
The parasite denied
No other can be defiled.
(c) Pandora 2007
#2 The Reality...
There is a need in a soul
that hungers for recognition,
no matter how old the bones
the endless surge demands fruition.
Vulnerable desire will not feed
nor satisfy its apoplectic cry
Wounds are soldered while the bleed
is dispensed in a shrouded outcry.
Steely resolve compounds emotion
while the web of life configures...
..the tastes of hopeful devotion
as the soul controls the rigours
of the arduous tasks we perform
in the hope of getting it right.
This time, this love will fill the void
where all others fled the night.
(c) Pandora 2007
Want to review or comment on this
Click here to login!
Need a FREE Reader Membership?
Click here for your Membership!
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Price
|Missed you and this poem is just one example of why. Simple words built into complexity that stimulates my mind of what was, what could be and what is. Excellent. Liz|
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|The imagery in the first strophe is so real to me I felt as if I could have been the protagonist at one point in my own life. Yes ... for awhile in my twenties I used to be a manipulative self-deluded jerk!
The reality (#2) is a picture of someone who has gleaned strength and wisdom from the struggles and has not given up. Bloody excellent dear Panda. Welcome back!
|Reviewed by Joyce Bowling
|So glad to see you back at the den, you are missed while you are away. This is a powerful and profound write, yes I think we are all guilty of this...much as Felix stated we often say one thing when deep down we mean another, sometimes out of fear, sometimes out of respect, and sometimes just because....I'm not really sure, unless it just seems easier or maybe it causes less pain...nevertheless this is a well constructed offering my friend, one that does linger on the mind of the reader...welcome home...
|Reviewed by Taylor Ryan
|Our souls allow us to write compelling poetry when we rise above and beyond the wounds. My gosh Panda, I feel so aligned with your thoughts and revel in your strength and revelation.
It is so strange that you were on my mind today...so much so that I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me when, almost simultaneously, I received word of your post snd and a message from an old friend. I suppose that adage may be true, sweet friend...out of sight perhaps, but never far from mind. I owe you a long letter...I haven't forgotten.
It is a joy to find you back here...now I must do somethig about making my presence known more often when the dust settles a bit. I haven't forgotten that bottle of Barolo either!
Much love and your work is as stunning as always Panda,
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Oh I hope so sweet friend! Welcome back it's been far too long and you've been missed! Thanks for sharing yourself with such candor and excellent poems to provoke our interest...I look forward to more;-)
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|So very lovingly written. Many paths have crossed, but in time the truth reveals itself in true love and compassion....
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|It is amazing the things we say as compared to the things we truly feel, whether it be an answer to a question like "Honey am I fat?" which of course instead of saying will yes dear you have put on a few pounds we say...fat, are you kidding, where do you come up with these silly thoughts...