Saturday, September 25, 2010

Rituals for Worshipping Beauty

Rituals for Worshipping Beauty

Life's a Mad Dog in Heat; But At Least There's Art

I want a poem, painting, song
to be authentic
heart to heart,
mind to mind
Not to tell me something about you;
to show me more of me.

A Woman Disappointed and Disillusioned, Courageously Facing a Seemingly Empty Life

Dressed in sadness
Depressed to madness
Mad to believe in passion,
which never lasts beyond the hour.
Shrieking to bequeath the
power to stand, to breathe.
Time appears, macabre hag
preening her wares.
"See how it was, how it could be.
Drag and drop your face, your fate
onto a printed page.  Can you see
new meaning?  New lamps for old."
She cackles, like
a metronome.
New maps for a new age.
That charming village erstwhile 
known as Hell
has realigned into Helvetica.
All that pain and sorrow
tomorrow's poetry.


Making love with Beauty
Engorge in her
orgasmic depths
bursting with vision
splurging potent words of
musky imagery
Worshipping Beauty
enhance her every countenance
Secret ecstasy
in co-creation

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