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on symbiosis and a concerning dream

We were never right for this world 

But would you really want to love someone who is 

The lord says I will be great one day 

Not great like huge and powerful 

But great 

But wait 

I see my loved ones only in pictures 

Only in shapeless, beautiful forms on the back of my eyelids 

I long once more for my mother's touch 

Basting those familiar nettle pocks with soothing camomile balm 

Lying topless in front of a roaring fire, stomach covered in oatmeal -  

Because that was how her mother had treated her eczema - 

So that is how she would treat mine 

So alone now 

So alone, so full of the regrets of an idiot 

The misplaced steps of someone scared of the sun's warmth 

Up all night screaming at the moonlight 

Naked and so alone 

Put me back in 

Put me back in 

Knives scrape across my back 

Let me drink that sweet amniotic fluid 

Let me caress the sides of your soft cave 

The lamb is ready to be butchered

◄ odaxelagnia (how i learnt to love being bitten)

dear richard, ►

Comments

Adam James

Fri 17th Mar 2017 12:32

I'm amazed and I just don't have the words you and so many people here have such talent it's beautiful
Thank you for being brave

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raypool

Thu 16th Mar 2017 16:50

I see expectations, a subtle denial of a mother's succour by others less able, and a longing for another chance and flagellation of the soul , all heavy stuff and well expressed as always Stu.

I just thought also it is almost to be a doll , putty in the hands of the adoring. (?)

Best I can think of at the moment!

Ray

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Thu 16th Mar 2017 07:56

like this lots Stu although a part of me wishes you'd hold back the darker lines occasionally - knives and butchering. I sometimes wonder if it's a bit too easy / tempting to chuck 'em in - to go there - if you see what I mean?

there's a danger imo that everything ends up tinged with a Gothic infusion as if Pete Murphy of Bauhaus has coughed over the page. Personal preferences and styles perhaps - hope you don't mind me saying.

cheers
Col

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suki spangles

Thu 16th Mar 2017 04:21

So alone, so full of the regrets of an idiot

The misplaced steps of someone scared of the sun's warmth..

The haunting of the haunted..that's what I get from this, Stu - also a strange kind of equanimity..

The lamb is ready to be butchered..

Suki

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