Cristina Venedict
If I were a Goddess
I wouldn’t have the heart
To unmake you
I’ve used too much stardust
In the construction of our lives
To concede mortality
*
I watch you paddle out to sea
A one man boat scavenging
That which is now foreign
*
If only loneliness were
Synonymous with freedom
Then we’d pass effervescently
From one life into the next
A self-perpetuating orgasm
*
I have never wanted for anything
As I have wanted for your presence
That we should exist intentionally
But you wish only to grace me
In the conditionals of happiness
*
The misanthropic flames
Of your cauterized heart
Resonant within my haunted attire
If I were real and you plausible
Perhaps we would indulge
A sycophantic majority
But we are too wild
For equestrian brutality
Too intrinsically motivated
To take what has not been
Sincerely given
*
Again the pain made it difficult to pin down my thoughts so sorry if this is lacking or incoherent. At Curious Flowers I posted a tutorial on how I find the photos for my blog I get asked a lot and I finally sat down and analyzed myself haha
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This is complete in its beauty my friend. “Too intrinsically motivated
To take what has not been
Sincerely given”. What a genuine thought, just love these lines. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you so much Samina =)
Wow, this was very powerfull from start to end, loved it!
Thanks Oloriel!
Wonderful, an excoriating but profoundly romantic poem in a dark, fascinating way. The perfect counterpoint to more traditional valentine day fare!! 🙂
Thanks Helen! I am always doing my own thing -P
I liked this one Yves, the journey and this desire were both strong for me.
Thanks that makes me happy Michael =)
Wonderful~like it.
Good day~
Thanks!
it def has a surreality to it….the opening of being divinity and being unwilling to unmake them…the last stanza carries a lot of feeling in it…and truthes about them/their relationship
Thanks Brian =)
I feel this. I once had this kind of loneliness and found a kindred spirit in a song that has disappeared. It was called “Get your silence out of my Life.” Since then I realized our cultural values had never merged, so it may have felt silent both ways. But we left each other. Not having said vows made that the “obvious” choice. But nothing is obvious and I have come to hate the word. I would not like to be a god.
I wouldn’t like to be one either Susan. I will have to look for that song
This song works too: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZBR2G-iI3-I
I know this song of course it is a very powerful song
OMG read twice, LOVED and especially that last stanza x
Thanks Jenny!
I love this Yves! I have not read too much of late and perhaps I should have sauntered on here Friday…I seemed to be in much turmoil then. The 3rd stanza resonates profoundly. I love your use of words so much. Thank you for sharing how you choose your photos which always draw me in. Namaste, Oliana xx
I hope you are feeling better now and thank you very very much
Much…thank you…it was a dark space that has more to do with fatigue…but depression looms subtly and ironically ignites the flame in my muse…she is a sadist, I have come to realize. Blessings, Yves, xx
My muse is a sadist as well it seems
The first stanza is what really got me, but of course it works so well with the rest.
I am so happy you liked that section =)