cerebral death- noun: death when respiration and other reflexes are absent; consciousness is gone; organs can be removed for transplantation before the heartbeat stops
CONCEALED BY PRIDEFUL NEED
To carve a smile thru wax mask And socket punctured eyes With holes to breathe pure air at last Expressive frozen sigh
In textured smoothness, contoured plane Possessive right.... of self Avoiding warmth by solar bane Locked in the darkest cell
Inhaling midnight's coolest breath By shadows blended leagues Beneath the mask....cerebral death Yet surface sight.....deceives....
When all is lost, yet heart remains By legacy of deed For deep within a madness reins Concealed by prideful need
You know why I like this - because it says the basic human in us all
can persevere past all the pain. After the chips all fall down, we will move on, one way or the other. And hopefully, its the positive way.
this poem reminds me of venice, a place supposedly of dark channels hidden misery. I saw the carnival masks in warm sunshine though.
Very concentrated work here, every word earning its keep
in your castle of love!
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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Rod Bohen
ty, Dani
can persevere past all the pain. After the chips all fall down, we will move on, one way or the other. And hopefully, its the positive way.
It truly is falling down and getting up.
T Y sweety -- now where's that pale of water. ;o)
xo Dana
I just can't get over your nicks.
LOL Gutter Girl.
Too funny!
Very concentrated work here, every word earning its keep
in your castle of love!
Reindeer
Jack
O, my God, what a powerful, stunning vision for the eyes and senses you have penned--breathtaking in form and meaning--and i adore the artwork
*BRAVA*, dear (((friend))), your best yet
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. *a keeper this is--thank you*