Flesh, Blood, and Breath

the flesh
bloody
does it speak
candidly
to you
carefully
does it tell you things
beyond all the bandages

put together

absurd 

jig sawed

dark

and clear

glued enough

holding

to be

just right

shadowed

and delusional

cloudy

clearly hiding 

all the mess

of counter productive
viciousness
addictive
dangerous
safely
stupid
intelligent
monstrous
angelic

humane

nature

of every

f*****g

thing

that brought you

to me now. . .

is it still?

 only

 just enough

to just breath

just

 like a human

over a lifetime of thoughts

dead things

mistakes

awfulness

unspeakable things

toward a destiny

born to die

inevitably

dead alive

for 

f*****g 

ever

and so on

and so forth. . .

until all is bloodless

dead

without breath

. . . and just flesh

Author's Note

Reviews

[Mitchell J.U.]

This cycle was never made to truly end. Death feeds new life. Life is savage when the veneer of optimism is moved aside. This dichotomy has and will continue to spur existential adventure within ourselves (when the desire for such adventure is present). Reading this I find a sibling to the growing pains of this world which we are forced to categorize and prioritize with nothing more than our consciousness which was molded by the very world we learn to fear. We are savage animals with the lofty minds of gods. I really enjoyed this. I liked the way it was segmented and built upon. Everything worked.

[Davidgeo]

I try and always keep an eye on the animal inside us all. People who pretend like it's not there will never fully know themselves or truly understand certain things about human nature. Thanks for your review, I'm glad you enjoyed the poem.

[Mitchell J.U.]

Yes yes and yes.

[Lilly]

That animalistic nature lies within all of us..
There's an urgency to how this poem reads, which I like. The formatting / use of single words or short phrases per line adds to this I think.

[Chris Shaw]

Violence, savagery. I fear it, but I have spoken to you about it before. It is within us all, and we are all capable of doing dreadful things if we are pushed to the extremities. I don't even like to think about it, but it lurks. And your choice of music David, wonderful. You have shown Anne-Sophie Mutter before, you introduced her to me. A fabulous start to my morning. Happy New Year.

Chris

[Davidgeo]

She is the greatest living violinist, in my opinion.

[Tori Jones]

I really enjoyed this poem and the way it portrays the viciousness of pain and death. Beautiful job. This is totally original and the flow is spectacular. Keep up the good work!

[Davidgeo]

Nothing is truly original anymore. Thanks for the kind remarks though.