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Self Seeking Grub
Sliding on the hot buttery mirror
Not liking the reflection
That look of self abuse
The slug
Broken veins and waxy pores
Of greedy sly deception
Grubbing at days
Scratching the surface
Seeking only my happiness
Fat and bloated
Leaving only skin and mucus behind
Telling jokes for my smiles
Poking and sarcastic
Only for my pleasure
Seeking truth only for me to be wise
Eating only for greed
Sloth and disorder
Snarling my lies
Picking with my tongue
At everyone’s treasure
Preying on minds
Sneaky deception
I grub
Through self confession
Seeing and blind
Grabbing at more
Gobbling with rotting teeth
Groping for self relief
Pulling and tugging
What happened to me?
What happened to faith?
And that whitest light
Those dreams
Traded for what?
Some seam of gold
Some tarnished stone?
I sought myself
My self
And ended up alone
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Why do I remembered T.S.Eliot?
"Temptation shall not come in this kind again...
now is my way clear, now is the meaning plain." |
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| Dakota, It particularly liked the vivid description of "waxy pores" and "gobbling with broken teeth." Very appealing to the imagination. --Robert |
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Comment by: Dakota - 2008-03-21 05:18
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It's a first draft - all four of the latest poems were written with me thinking about my move to Turkey - and leaving everyone behind. I wanted to get down all the emotions - and be as honest as possible. Looking at yourself can be pretty awful...
Thank you for the support - I really appreciate it mate. |
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I am at a loss to say how well this resonates. This is another gifted piece in what promises to be a long line of excellence.
Dakota, It is rare (especially lately) that I don't find some nit to pick with something. It seems like you can pull off near perfection on a first draft (though, for all I know, you slaved away on this one for months).
Keep it coming. |
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This poem leaves me fickled. Which is out of the norm for me. It is so sad, truthfully raw, and beautiful, all wrapped up in there together.
Thank you for sharing it with us. |
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