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Bastard

Contributed by jigget on Thursday, 20th March 2014 @ 07:56:22 PM in AEST
Topic: drugabuse





Bastard
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mastered past ghastly disasters
by turning first into a Toothy Bastard.
blasted past the fiercest first
in frenzied fear of finding worse.

that bastard Master of Disaster's Past,
with creeping grin like broken glass...
eyes glint like granite gone glassy with rain,
innocence carved in the skin as a mask.

just like every other different Whoever,
wise to the why's yet forgetting Whatever.
in a room where the gloom sleeps till noon, Whenever...
from Womb doomed to Tomb...never say forever.

most days the haze just fades like a prayer,
banished by the lazy rays the jaded sun sprays.
can't find the way back for faded is black,
so there's nothing but gray, gray, gray.

sin with a grin has now crept and snuck in,
keeping so warm in the unwilling skin.
Staring at Nothing and knowing it's name,
the Master of Bastards is born once again.

j.d.howell




Copyright © jigget ... [ 2014-03-20 19:56:22]
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Re: Bastard (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Thursday, 20th March 2014 @ 08:13:23 PM AEST
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Yikes. Your description is so visual you make me believe in this guy! Shunning all thought of banishing him "the haze just fades like a prayer"..
So wonderfully eerie you could give shivers to Edgar Allen!
A diabolical delight.
Thank you for sharing it!
softerware


Re: Bastard (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Friday, 28th March 2014 @ 08:08:13 AM AEST
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Another powerful piece here. Some excellent wording and creative symbolism. You have a way with words, and you should keep it up! I'll be checking your homepage again for sure.


~Scorp


Re: Bastard (User Rating: 1 )
by Invierno on Saturday, 17th May 2014 @ 08:37:13 PM AEST
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Dude, this is tight! I know I just commented on another piece of yours that we share a style, and then I read this...damn! We do...we do.

You play with words like a juggler, bouncing up and catching, deftly placing, playing, inserting...not afraid- you're not afraid and I dig that about you (as your poems ARE you).

The other commenter mentioned how this character could be real. "Umm...yeah....a character, see....not real at all, see...." Wink-wink.

Best,

Invierno




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