- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Mental Masturbation
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I rest upon my bloody knees removing indignation;
'Tis my role within these walls to purge my resignation.
Captured insane brain obsessed by mental masturbation;
To release my will I seek a muse to cede my putrefaction.
Temptress of my mind I freely plead for your kind heart;
Inside this fractured psyche rests a soul infused with art.
I pluck thorned rose with baited breath and place it on your breast;
As Lazarus was gifted life, I pray remove my death!
The rose emits a quality like babe before the breach;
Held within your mighty heart the rose permits life's reach.
I'm swaddling babe with screaming voice in search of nomenclature;
My war within my unkempt mind must win against my nature.
Please keep this rose inside of you my complex loving muse;
If rose doth wilt inside of you my edict is to lose.
I consecrate myself to thee for sweet monastic time—
Time fulfilling prophecy like grapes majestic wine.
A wine through supplication leaves me questioning my God;
As wafer chokes within my throat that burns the lightning rod.
'Tis this burn you douse with a Vesuvius hot kiss;
Gifted words you speak to me extinguish confused bliss.
O heart filled muse so pure of gold my life rests in the balance;
Place me on your alter dear Hypatia my talents.
Dreams no longer darken night as light wafts through my door—
A peaceful calm lifts the child who was but wicked whore.
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an edited post of a previous deletion
- COMMENTS
phil2213about 11 years agoThis is a slippery and moving erotic and dramatic and emotional poem. Like great poetry it needs to be read over and over and again. It is somewhat difficult to hang one's hat on anyone singular message and understanding what the underlying message the author is really presenting or trying to send. The title in itself is almost an oxymoron for serious thinking or rationale. I can't feel any lighthearted fun or happiness in this poem. It does feel like a 600 pound gorilla leaning on my emotion begging for a change to allow in some strains of light.
