the essence in four lines:
I've bled my last – give a fuck
Forgotten what feeling felt like
No heart strings left to cut
Now there's only fade to numb
This – this is the brilliant heart of it.
These four lines are the perfect poem, just by themselves.
let it lap and fill you:
Sometimes when darkness becomes a harbour, we need only lay back and stop navigating, to feel the warm sensuous lap of the sea.
the fundamental impulses always remain intact: As I grow older, I become deeper inclined to believe that Nature is a finely choreographed dance of sexual impulses – not far removed from the postulations of Sigmund Freud. Sexual energy is both a dynamo – and the impulsive glue, energizing and holding it all together.
And it transcends whatever age we may be, as those fundamental impulses always remain intact.
THank you, and please forgive: THank you, and please forgive my delay in reply. I am hospizatlized at the moment with septic blood, and sometimes irrgegular heartbeat.
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I am grateful for your understanding and validation of my intentions in the poem.
I seriously doubt the validity..: I seriously doubt the validity of this poll. 92% said no to Bush? Where have all the red-blooded American men gone? Are they all so intimidated by the 'woke' movement that they can't even acknowledge their primal desire to get with a member of the opposite sex? I'll tell you one thing, this overweight, out-of-shape middle aged American male will never say no to Bush. Ever!
The tragedy of a life dialed: The tragedy of a life dialed up, restless and frantic while simultaneously mired in a slow and inwardly squalid death: Wow, this cuts deep.
Skillfully depicted with heart-crushing, unforgettable metaphors and unflinching realism, this is a stellar example of a cautionary portrait. Very well done! Important and impressive work.
A phenomenal way to: A phenomenal way to immortalize a cherished someone in one's life; in fact, I can't think of a better way.
This, at first, swells with monumental grandeur and otherworldly glory, and later touches down so softly, organically, that it seems Heaven and Earth are melded as one.
What can I say to consolidate the feeling, so rapturous that it's heartbreaking?
Poems like these aren't read. They are experienced.
Many thanks!: There is a phrase that comes to mind: "third time lucky..." as I'm sure there are others such as : “everything that comes in threes is perfect.”
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