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The Color of a Man

Contributed by ina on Saturday, 11th December 2004 @ 02:29:53 AM in AEST
Topic: LostLove




My
black rain
soaking his filter straw hat
emotions like
dead dogs
rolling around inside

He wiggles me out of my armor
just to have me slip into it again
his breath stuffed into my ear
it survives

He is like crossing Christ
with a handicapped butterfly
a socio-path
with ink on his tongue

He is walking around
collecting street-fuzz (???)
he makes me laugh
with his head down
eyes flying

Surrounded by spicy waters
that have spilled from my own bottled
sorrow
he drinks this elixir
like death drinks life
from behind a coffin

I once thought that if you finger a poet when hes high on love
the sky will move a step up
now I see the sky remains still
like an artificial organ

He stepped into an etched drawing
of pink sailboats and asked
why?
as they sailed away
from his lips

He is playing with the lies
I rubbed into his ear
for us (???)
soiled scars
like stairs
go both ways he stands on top
leaning forward
like a broken crossbow

Only in a motel
can curtains
red like female petals
shade from the world
everywhere else windows
are like transparent eyes
crying our souls
down the street

He kneels
Do you see yourself kneeling?
Inside your little sailboat
and
its
drowning

-Giotto Cimbabre Apelles-
is where we will meet

Your future on my lap
distorted like an image of
a million Buddha status
standing in front of a mirror

You are no longer a Poet
You are the Color of a Man




Copyright © ina ... [ 2004-12-11 02:29:53]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: The Color of a Man (User Rating: 1 )
by misti58 on Saturday, 11th December 2004 @ 03:00:25 AM AEST
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Wow, there is so much hurt and pain in that poem. Have you thought of writing music to put it to? I hope your feeling of despair have eased.


Re: The Color of a Man (User Rating: 1 )
by zenmind on Saturday, 11th December 2004 @ 05:21:45 PM AEST
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Wow, this one is one of my favorites of yours. There are so many good lines, I don't think I can quote anything here. It would only be disrespectful because to interpret it into my own voice, would change it in a way. And this poem deserves to be still as it is.....it deserves reverence.....maybe not reverence, Jesus, but maybe a lot of recognition though. Every stanza is whole. This entire poem is whole. I also felt honesty in this one. It seeps through, your heart does. Maybe it's the lovliest poem you have written. Yes, there's a lot of love in this poem, and I like that because it isn't the regular, "you are beautiful and you make the stars shine" poetry.

You're Original.

I was thinking about this today.

Why do we suffer?
Because we love.

This poem reminded me of that.

Be True,
zenmind


Re: The Color of a Man (User Rating: 1 )
by reilt on Monday, 13th December 2004 @ 02:46:57 PM AEST
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i've said it already but i'll say it again...i am sooooooooooo glad you're posting again. you are so unique and wonderful. this poem is just another example of that. ar fheabhas ar fad a chara...go h-iontach.*




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