Wizened Cruelty took a walk one day
Alone as usual,
He met joyful Innocence
Laughing her way through the somber woods
He stood watching her careless childish play,
And regarded with amusement
The happiness draining from her sunlit face
He asked; "Are you simply stupid"?
"Isn't it time you grew up child"?
Gravely she watched him, her little head tilted to one side.
Still and trembling,
She listened…
His savage eyes assessed her ruthlessly.
What are you saving yourself for?
How long will you deny your own deepest gutter longings?
Aren't you the little dreary mouse,
Waiting for your mythical prince to appear
And honour your dull fidelity,
When we all know you possess a whores heart
Tell me he said, with a sardonic twist of the lip,
What good are you to anyone?
All those men deprived of your youthful juices,
Because of your tiresome declarations of high virtue.
Slowly, he bent his saturnine face close....
Whispering dark cruel truths
Of base longings and
Carnal desires.
Quietly, she stood up on tiptoes,
Kissed his cheek, softly whispering
I love... you see
For whatever that is worth to any man
And Innocence went off ....laughing
Leaving wizened Cruelty
Alone..
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Reviews of "Cruelty And Innocence"
Reviewed by haim kadman (Reader)
Reviewed on July 13, 2007
It's lovely, satirical and innocent.
Reviewed by Gaye Dale (Reader)
Reviewed on September 12, 2003
A tale of justice, told with talent and -agreeing with Rodney, in that it is stamped with your distinct signature on it.
Well done!
Candida,
This is the first piece of yours I have had the honor of reading, I shall preface my words for you, with these, I say nothing but what I feel in my heart this night ok? I dont play that game! I now smile...instantly I was adrift on a strange journey! This happens seldom to me ok!I was without breath awandering, it was a damn journey! I say bravo! Heres whats quite interesting to me however above all else, and I shall need to read more, but at once I sense a grand storyteller! tis how it went for this soul anyway, I felt as well a very fresh and unique breath and style, stamped in distinct signature,... strong, brilliant and blessed.
Be well, and wield well the pen in hand, tis enchanted methinks.
Rodney Evan Bohen
Reviewed by Birdie Houston (Reader)
Reviewed on April 26, 2003
Loved the write !
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on April 19, 2003
Wow...this is really a neat work as well as insightful. Bravo.
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Well done!
Fantastic story/poem!
Phenominal!
Brilliant!
This is the first piece of yours I have had the honor of reading, I shall preface my words for you, with these, I say nothing but what I feel in my heart this night ok? I dont play that game! I now smile...instantly I was adrift on a strange journey! This happens seldom to me ok!I was without breath awandering, it was a damn journey! I say bravo! Heres whats quite interesting to me however above all else, and I shall need to read more, but at once I sense a grand storyteller! tis how it went for this soul anyway, I felt as well a very fresh and unique breath and style, stamped in distinct signature,... strong, brilliant and blessed.
Be well, and wield well the pen in hand, tis enchanted methinks.
Rodney Evan Bohen