Apostate
Your words are unpalatable
Formidable, they reduce me
My watery blood still tastes of
Sin, of metal bars withdrawing
Decadence. I am neither free of nor
Impervious to the sting of your
Liturgical guilt. The mere acquisition
Of this human shell makes me a thief,
An apostate composed of calcified
Rinds and entropic sweetness, I am
Inscrutable, I am wicked, I am man
Casanova’s Revenge
My harem lies beyond this fence.
The hexagonal walls of a basal
Captivity separate me from those
Hens which are mine alone to
Misuse. I know the grass to be
Sweeter on the other side, for
There lies the culmination of my
Libidinous expectations of my
Impending conquests. Do you
Not see their eyes upon me?
Their insatiable desire as they
Thrash their heads upon the
Ground in gluttonous frenzy
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I do not envy the farmer, that
Ice-handed murderess whom
He calls wife or lord, the way
He demures to her wishes, to
Her puritanical affectations I
Pity him that shrill triumphant
Voice of hers as she goes about
The farm snipping, emasculating
Imagine what he endures behind
Closed doors, I shudder to think
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She would deny me of my precious
Juliettes of my blue-laced beauties
Of the very execution of those
Biological imperatives to which males
Are by their very nature subservient
I will make her suffer, her blood will
Curdle at the articulation of my wrath
I will cock-a-doodle-do through the
Kindling of stars with teeth-shattering
Amplitude, so long as my bed remains
Empty hers shall remain sleepless!
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(The second one I was being silly, I have an inner ear problem which is making me extremely dizzy, disoriented and causing me to lean and walk constantly to the right so if I seem off, I am off, to the right haha)
mindlovemisery 
Love them both, though the first is my favourite! : 🙂
Thanks Helen!
The Apostate blew me away…”I am wicked, I am Man”…is so frigging true…
C’s revenge..made me laugh…I once wrote a story about a farmers wife who hated the rooster and on one particularly angry morning she threw a hatchet at the rooster and hit the local preacher (who was coming around the corner of the house) right between the eyes…it was a fun story to write..maybe I’ll post it some day. right now I’m hooked on the elephant story.
That sounds like an amazing story I hope you will post it I will be over at your blog once I finish responding to my comments =)
I know the issue of the dizziness…I still have some lingering issues left from my bout with Vertigo…
I really hope it clears up in my case it is crystals in my ears meh
ugh that first one…have felt that for sure…i did not fit in at the church i grew up in..i was different…though i felt that guilt…if we all measured ourselves to the high standards set by some i wonder who in the end might make it…oh wicked man….
sorry i am late…been sick all day and then after lunch the boy i am keeping this summer got sick and its been a mess…offline most of the day….
The guilt really sticks even if you are no longer of the Christian faith. I think we have to meet our own standards first and foremost, if I followed my parents teachings unfortunately I would have turned out well I can’t imagine it is too awful. I think we inherently know the right path sometimes we don’t listen, sometimes we forget how to listen but the answers inside of us nonetheless. I hope you feel better Brian rest up and recover that is most important
smiling at the second one…
Thanks I was being silly and sometimes only I am amused by my silliness
Look deeply into the well and far below you will see a reflection of virtues surrendered, ideals forsworn and sometimes a light leading us out of the darkness of our soul! Excellent writing my dear. Your command of word use is staggering! And cock-a-doodle-do!
Scott your comments are beautiful you should write poem about this! Thank you that means so much to me =)
Being dizzy is awful! Hope you feel better soon. Your writing doesn’t appear to have suffered, though. The first poem is thought provoking and the second, hilarious!
Awww thank you!
I loved the 1st poem more.
“My watery blood still tastes of
Sin, of metal bars withdrawing
Decadence.”
In many times I felt that I’ve been nearer to God after my sin battles.
Thank you so much Tino I am so glad to hear it =)
The 1st one is phenomenal! And the second had me snickering 🙂
Thank you the second one was not serious I tried to sound a bit pompous even lol
Added this to “likes” ages ago, and only just come back to it 🙂 Apostate is such a beautiful and articulate poem – we’d love to publish it on http://www.atavicpoetry.com. Would you be up for that? We really like your writing and we want to promote more writers who favour symbolism and aestheticism in their poems. If you’d prefer to email, we’re at atavic.poetry@gmail.com
Awwww thank you absolutely feel free too =)
Lovely, thank you! Do you have a name we can publish it under? And also could you write us a one-sentence description of the poem (its central theme or inspiration) – to help readers?
Is it okay to do under mindlovemisery? Apostate is about original sin. I have never been able to wrap my mind around the value of teaching children that they are inherently wicked, I have seen so many people immobilized by religious guilt and conversely it seems to lead people to do some pretty despicable things if only to themselves.
Thanks for the description 🙂 We would really prefer to publish under a name (email us, if you prefer), but if you’re uncomfortable we could also do initials – your real ones or MLM if you’d like?
I understand and actually I have just come up with the pen name I intend to use for my book. If that name is acceptable it would be fantastic and provide consistency
Yves K. Morrow