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POEM: An Index of Beauties. pls read w/ open mind.

Posted by kid_A on August 17, 2002, at 22:28:40

AN INDEX OF BEAUTIES

I. the beauty of swastikas

oh you poor thing, you dirt-
faced lil' boy, no one
understands you

how you radiate love, like
puppy's nose, how you
give good compassion

how you make jackie look
stunning (pre pillbox),
go man go!

how you gave Coca-Cola
the edge

how delicate and powerfull
how intricate and
how lovely

say it with me, how
wonderfull

~ swa-stik-a ~

it rolls off the lips
like a honey kiss, into
the mouths of hungry
bears

besmirched and sodden
by you know who

but you came before

stolen, but how beautiful
you would be reclaimed
as another's flag

our starlight, our hammer
our mandala

our life, our love, our
sacred sun

our own magnificent
christian - pinwheeled
and radiant

all know omkar, but
everyone forgets
you

you are the su, and
you are the asati

swastika

you are the peace that
blooms from the eyes
of young men

you bless little babies
named theresa, named
yoki, named jamshed

you make monsters into
walking humans

you are the light that
sniffs its nose outside
of darkness

you are that lucky wish
god that dances his
wisdom mind at our
blistered feet.

II. the beauty of judas

you knew, i know, They knew,
(i know), the Trinity knows
to be sure

He knows, most asuredly,

how blessed you are

how you loved with complete
love, regardless, and you
were loved in return

how chosen, even before
your birth, before you knew
what hit you

yes, even your name is
praised

for the part, you magnificant
actor, that part you played

and you play it for
you are chosen to do so

as the sun is chosen
to rise and set

and some call it treason,

but they were blinded
by their own zealotry

they did not know that
your life came with
a gift

a gift that was born a
wooden cross and nails,

but, most asured, it
was a gift to be true

and in that gift bounced
a stary rebirth that
all know well

and you did not touch
those wounds, for you
knew them as your
own

as they broke your
heart inside

when they flashed those
coins of gold

but He blessed you with
a kiss that blew light
into your eyes

a life kiss that wove it's
gold into your hair as sure
as the nail and the cross

and picked you up with
butterfly's wings and placed
you down as gentle as a
whisper in God's own
Mustang heart.

III. the beauty of cripples

my goodness, how some laugh
at the dandelions

how happy it is to be
ten again, ad infinitum

how you roll on six legs
and let those walkers
rejoice in their pity

how you bless us with
a knowlege that He
makes mistakes

how you inspired madness
and creativity, tomes
of heartbreak and acts
of arson

how you give surgeons
their paychecks for
double martinis

how you run for medals
made of monterey jack

and little gold stars

and make beauty look
oh so angelic

and some day! bless it!
will inherit the earth,
and a parking space -
not far from it

how you give fear and
discomfort free for
the asking

and inside of you
each, an Angel heart
dormant and ready

waiting for Thanatos

and that nova rebirth

how you suffer for sins
all even steven

and felt the whipcrack
of the soapbox laika

and never, ever, peeled
of the latex at the
end of shooting

and talked nonstop joyous
at your own discovery, all
to an apathetic echo

and rejoiced in the gift
of ignorant bliss

and danced as double mint
twins, on the head of a pin

to kiss colective in
the heat of a fourway

and found early and often
that He plays no favourites

and waved that drowners
wave, flailing phantom limbs

and yelped a doggy's cry
to laugh at hands, cursed
full of empty fingers.

IV. the beauty of mania

you came apart, in two parts
shattered the looking glass
for seven years bad luck

you wrapped yourself in
camomile petals, to sooth
your eyelids like a balm

and let freud talk you away
from hysterical misery, clicked
down four notches, to common
unhappiness

you stuffed yourself full of
white man's medicine

and wrapped up warm in shackles
of velvetine hospital air

you gave van Gogh that heartshaped
wisdom that even an ear is useless
without a lover to kiss it

you cried morning noon and night
so that a river was born, and in
that you blessed your sinfull
feet

you made yourself out of straw
and set that on fire

you tried to make order from
chaos while a radiant puss
pranced out of your very paws

you made congress with voices
that breathed a heavy and
solemn truth

you looked out of barely drawn
shades, espied that daemon sun
who waits to snatch you away
to Elysium

you talked to televsion, to
spirits, to shoes, while everyone
wondered aloud in ecstacy

you let easter babies grow in
your memory, nourished them with
the milk from a mother's gift

you laughed at ghosts, who too
laughed out loud, and these all
laughed together and echoed
inside you

and laughed till it bled, and
looked and saw the word "yes"
wrote in your arm for good

you gave Chapman his reason,
and fired that money shot, that
knew no greater love

you forged life from a sigh
that you drunk, hungrily
like wine

you layed down calm, and let
that yellow paste shock you
into tommorow's laugh

you asked for reasons, but
gave no answers, you listened
to clocks that ticked their
own patient heartbeats

you asked for directions and
found four different answers
none of which lead to Rome

you waited for telephones,
took them off the receivers,
and then waited some more

you hung low and out of sight
between the spaces in the
spoken word

you slept in air con, while
the stars flicked on, only to
baptize your hidden heart

you shone like diamonds and
beamed like lamposts, bore that
christmas child and made a
holiday to call your own

you took that final shot, and
you can read of that, whichever
way you like.

V. the beauty of lies

beauty is only skin deep,
it lies, deep in they eyes
of the awful beheld

the beauty of lies knows
love within it

and truth is hard to
swallow, America's
word of wisdom

and if you did, truly,
i do not wish to know

and that is beauty

and prayer is a lie
that is loveworn

unanswered letters
that keep us faithfull

and God Bless America
is a lie that makes
it right to kill

and love can be a lie,
for most of all we
love ourselves, and
what makes us
happy

lies make angel gaurds,
beating heart Godborn
wonders, birthed out
of our own salvation

and you are loved

you shine some solar
smile that makes the
starlight sick, you
sexy soul of God

kiss me, breathe in me
that Godshock kiss, that
miraculous rebirth of
faith

but make no mistake,
stay away from the
sagitarians, there is
no lie in that

and faith can save the
sick amoung us, as surely
as a drunken game of
darts

and He blesses the little
child, even those born
without wings

and He cures the cancer
born in your veins, like a
sunny flock

an not to the best of my
knowledge, no, of course not,
and why do you ask?

and still suffered Cyrano's
silly fate, that bathed in
the laugh of a proxy fuck

and it keeps you warm
at night

and it keeps you safe in
your bed, and gives you
easy dreams

and it covers your dead
with soft and forgetfull
snow

and makes roses out
of heartache

and makes cornmeal out
of bones

and gives flowers for
graves, all to trick your
wandering grief

and whitewashes those
empty endevors, so that
they might be reborn
again all of some
meaning

and it gives us a smile,
and a laugh, a nod, and
a handshake

and for a brief moment,
even in doubt, do not
forsake that gift
it has given

and when all is lost, it
covers tracks in snow, all to
obscure the ways back to
an empty room

and when words can not be
swallowed it goes down easy
like a whore

it gives mirrors their beauty,
and tames that wild doubt

it unlatches the sunrise, and
gives promise to yet another
spider drawn day

it gives creedance to
thoughts that

"all men are created equal"

it put the daemon prince
in office

and what it can not
give, at least you can
buy, and snatch you
briefly away
into bliss

it is, the
only way that
we can stay

alive.

Re: POEM: An Index of Beauties. pls read w/ open mind.

Posted by Gabbi on August 18, 2002, at 1:32:03

In reply to POEM: An Index of Beauties. pls read w/ open mind., posted by kid_A on August 17, 2002, at 22:28:40

Your poem had such a visceral effect, I won't cheapen it by trying to find words to describe it.
The subjects you touched are usually (I find) overworked and bent awkwardly into poetry, save a very few poets.
And I just have to say,I think you are one of the few.

Thank-you.

four beauties.... » kid_A

Posted by _alii_ on August 18, 2002, at 12:45:50

In reply to POEM: An Index of Beauties. pls read w/ open mind., posted by kid_A on August 17, 2002, at 22:28:40

Four spectacular pieces there kid.

Thank you for blessing us with another peek inside.

Enviously,

a.

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