towards the dusty left end of a basement city the rain washes nothing leaving sin in streaks on the street
i can hear it the cracked dry giggle of a grave i cannot avoid save for nightly smokescreens it turns on a white ribbon smile oh yes oh yes it will wait one more day maybe two knowing i understand very little except for loose stitches and slowing rotting anger though i try
merciful merciless G*D i don't ask for the end of war for the sick to be healed or sunny saturdays in april just a nod and a handshake so i can understand something about something
i throw my hands wide like pigeons to let the rain drown me in cold calculated rythym when finally it fades and what remains is what i have been gifted
Good God, man, you know how to write the demons in our pitiful soul and put them the page, for readers to recognize their own. Excellent, excellent poetry...very uncomfortable to read, but necessary. Please don't give up--I believe in you, if no one else does.
Alexandre
You have been gifted with extraordinary talent and abilities as your extraordinary poetry shows...:)
Never ever give up in life, and always believe in the Supreme Being, he will never give up on you !
Best Wishes
Peter
Wow. A cry from the depths. This is where we begin, up from the shaken core of anger and greif. Nothing worth nothing until we're brought to ourselves and come up breathing on the other side.
It comes with courage and will. Wish I could write with such openess, A. Always shield my emotion in pretty metaphors. You are a poet of rare and raw intensity...
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
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Good God, man, you know how to write the demons in our pitiful soul and put them the page, for readers to recognize their own. Excellent, excellent poetry...very uncomfortable to read, but necessary. Please don't give up--I believe in you, if no one else does.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
You have been gifted with extraordinary talent and abilities as your extraordinary poetry shows...:)
Never ever give up in life, and always believe in the Supreme Being, he will never give up on you !
Best Wishes
Peter
See: You Wrote Something Above To Have To Hold On To YOURSELF...
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It comes with courage and will. Wish I could write with such openess, A. Always shield my emotion in pretty metaphors. You are a poet of rare and raw intensity...
Lin