Your verses remind me of certain characters I have encountered when watching episodes of "Criminal Minds." Very effective, Jude. Love and peace,

Regis

This version nails it, Kartero. That voracious dark caterpillar knawing away at his insides and barreling him along in the steely, isolated compartments of his, perhaps, "unhinged" mind. Great capture that sends shudders through the soul as we consider him "waiting for his moment" of death or glory and of how we may consider ourselves always "righteous" in our own minds. There is never effect without a cause - a sense of wounding is usually prima facie. I like the cold objective sense of distance you set up here. xx

this is excellent. ~ Morgan

Imagery is fabulous, and as the metaphorical phrases are rich and pithy. A psycho-biological (neologism?) description of a disturbed mind, lost in choosing the correct path.

I cannot look away...vivid and compelling...how'dja get such penetrating x-ray vision, jude?... some people's roots run deep in *the volatile soil of distrust* ... and they bear such bitter fruit...

Be well and keep the peace...
Roger

What a fascinating poem Jude, you are so prolific!
Blessings,
Christine

A well penned look into a disturbed and confused mind.

Donna

imagining corrupt souls
strolling through concrete curtains
effortlessly pillaging
the stage he has yet to play upon

Your words remind me of our so called political 'leaders' today.

Awe.....

An "eating machine", whom eat's voraciously and shed's its skin four or five times as its body grows, and eventually pupate into an adult form.

God Bless You,
Deborah

Riding a carosel never attaining
the brass ring...round and round,
never reaching the ground...and
now only the weeping! *Jude*
expresses so well these feelings!!

Lady Vivian

This grasshopper recognizes a masterpiece but cannot pretend to have a worthy comment other than Wow! patrick

i've often dreamt of trains and riding them - I always wondered who all those people were, many times finding myself in one of these concrete underground dark locations....this poem here is a great discription of it, you seem to tap these subconscious realms effortlessly...

Wounds of the heart and soul ~ unpleasant reverberations
to encounter Splendid stage of shadowy moments.
Lady Mary Ann

Darkness descends on NY from the pen of Jude Forese...still all you...e

Hey Jude,

This is quite dark for you these days. I have so enjoyed your poetry as of late, but this one, it blew me away. We all have our innner darkness, our wicked thoughts that surface at times. We cannot let the darkness triumph. It is within that darkness we find our weakness and strive to strengthen all that has surfaced. Never forget any of it, but always making the lightness prevail. I love the metafors that you used in this one

Self-sabotage, self-destruction is something I know well of. It's really about oneself not feeling worthy enough for what we have acheived so we sabotage it to make us feel like we were right..It's a weird vicious cycle...To live in lightness is to stop all of that, to love oneself and accept oneself for who they are and what they have done.


Blessings to you dear Jude,

Peace, light and love,

Amber

Deeply wounding, like a Clint Eastwood movie, set in the land of the living dead.

Ron

I am not a big fan of dark, moody poetry but with that said, this is very well written and the topic well addressed, Jude.
Take care,
Sherry

Self destorying is unfortuantely easy to do :-( Good write.