from mt olympus 
                              you ascend,
                              feeding the eternal
                              flame of wanton lust
                              embedded in the minds 
                              borne distaff.
                              a creation of perfection 
                              sculpted intent~
                              molded specifically
                              to prevail.
                              indeed dost thou evoke
                              fables of yore
                              that burn and yearn
                              for release 
                              through taciturn 
                              words turned rogue.
                              a machine...
                              nay a masterpiece
                              given to mere mortals 
                              for the sole sake
                              of glandular endearment~
                              twofold 
                              climactic swoon
                              and burdened beast
                              of war.
                              dare we partake?
                              this flesh,
                              this man,
                              this canonized
                              illusion
                              authorized to reality.
                              chiseled stone
                              filled with emotions
                              poured to brim
                              from empowered hands...
                              watch over us
                              in magnificent splendor
                              as we cast our gaze 
                              away.      inspired by Walter Parada
                              
                               
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what was it ‘bout that sharecroppin’ boy usin’ a guitar as a toy? bendin’ and stretchin’ each emotion drenched note, sing...
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she never told me what made her do it... what could drive someone to play God and dangle,helplessly, from the edge of nothing...
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i say got dam what a rush! leaning back taking in sensations from friday night libations while visions of bouncing ro...
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the beat of the bass bumps. baby, it's cold outside but warm inside and fingers slide along curves which s...
 
 
nice...we create our gods then turn our backs on them...you and james both played well on this...dont know that i have ever used glanular as effective...smiles.
ReplyDeleteNo one could have summed the entire concept of Grecian (and modern)battle any better than this:
ReplyDeletenay a masterpiece
given to mere mortals
for the sole sake
of glandular endearment~
twofold
climactic swoon
and burdened beast
of war...
You've created an entire mood and narrative here - and together they are truly fine.
ReplyDeleteBri you just don't know how hard it was putting that darn word into conceptual acceptance.lol ah hell,just wanted to try!thanx
ReplyDeleteKelly thank you for the great insight.
ReplyDeleteAw Pookie,
ReplyDeleteyou ain't so tuff
you just big, that's all.
;-)
I hope that the added salt didn't harm your bagel any, Wurdz. I loved your comment. :-)
You take on board that this is one sexually charged picture regardless of anyone's sexuality. Well done
ReplyDeletePowerful imagery spanning mythical and modern ages. Loved it.
ReplyDeleteit was very thought provoking to me as i read this. wonderful
ReplyDeleteExemplary piece - everything works here, grabs the reader.
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