The Great Experience
I have come to the realisation that every poem that I have ever written is, within my mind, bound to a moment in my life and came to me through an experience.
This great piece of information is useless to me as I have the most unreliable memory bank ever. I feel like my mind is one of those banks that needed money from the government during the recession. Useless!
For the experiences that I can remember, I will make it a point to try and explain the Experience to you.
I have come to the realisation that every poem that I have ever written is, within my mind, bound to a moment in my life and came to me through an experience.
This great piece of information is useless to me as I have the most unreliable memory bank ever. I feel like my mind is one of those banks that needed money from the government during the recession. Useless!
For the experiences that I can remember, I will make it a point to try and explain the Experience to you.
“My words is alcohol.
Aphrodite’s ethanol,
a toxic love potion
a toxic love potion
That slurs my stutter
And blurs my emotions.
Derailing thought processes and cognitive motions,
Inhibiting my innermost fears.
I shake.
Quaking uncontrollably at the sight of this deity.
Good God. What a beauty!
I shake.
Quaking uncontrollably at the sight of this deity.
Good God. What a beauty!
My words is spring
The enchanting aromas of new beginnings.
Sweet tulips,
Dripping with the essence of romance.
…
My words is stolen kisses.
Forbidden.
My words is stolen kisses.
Forbidden.
Like true knowledge in the garden of Eden
My every word is the epitome of love.
…
My words is everyday prayers.
Pleading forgiveness.
Pledging redemption and honouring a relative salvation.
My words is denied loving,
Relentless and ravenous.
…”
…”
- © My Words (2006) – an extract
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