Urge

a time ago, I used to self-medicate- alcohol being the main drug of choice- I remember being amazed at how something taken from a bottle would warm my whole being- even make me laugh and dance.

You, Sweet Wild, come evergreen, as
Ink-shake from the Book of Kells,
cleaned ivories of Egret vellum,
aspen mantled infidel, a pheromone
of elsewhere Islands, here to hand me
quarried gems of bold and bloodied
petulance.

In the long-room wait of
untamed reverie
you rise,
On apple cores of chalk cliff
laughter, hoist your storm-mad
urchin noise throughout the flag
of sickened orchards.

Emerald to this ruby thirst,
Bind fruitless words
to thoughtless choice


For you alone shall split my lips
cruel libertine of gorgeous vice,

Imperious, 

.......
Ephemeral.....

Author's Note

I have hit the bottle at various low points in my life- and high points too and to this day it remains an ally of the must dubious nature.
It does not call as it used too, but I would be a fool to say that it does not call at all.
last night was the Christmas Party- today, I have a sore head and a dry mouth.
We sang the Irish songs, we roared like Vikings, danced and drank like idiot shaman.
I woke this morning with the words " never again"- at least not until the next time.

Reviews

[andrew mitchell]

Nicely written, had a jethro Tull feel to it.

[Alistair (Ali)]

Haha!- all flute and codpiece!-Cheers Andrew!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the bottle will split our lips to drink.....and will cause us to split the air with words we may not otherwise say---
urges come from different sources---the urge to write...that is an addiction for me.
your poetry is sharp in its intellectual ballast...but not so obtuse as to be un-relatable...
each one makes me want to read more...
j.

[Alistair (Ali)]

Thank you my friend.
You see much, and well.I used to turn to substances to fill a big empty space- that is no longer the case.
That said- on occasions, I still over indulge, although with age- it is becoming less- the morning after-blues, are just not worth the trouble- BUT, I havent stopped altogether.
The ghosts of dawn are no longer obvious, but they still exist- and they will always be waiting my call.
Thank you kindly, my friend.

[Muneeb khan]

The words used in this poem makes it beautifull.These words are mind boggling and i hope you know which ones i m talking about

[Alistair (Ali)]

Thank you kindly- Sometimes the sound of words together may transcend the meaning. I am not religious ( at least, not doctrine-lead) but there are aspects of faith that can inspire. I live near a bay and sometimes, when condition favours- I hear the church bells- these chimes mingle with cry of gulls and for some moments my senses are liberated from the earthbound growl of traffic, of clutter and commerce and I float free- freed by the evocative nature of sound- it's amazing!
Thank you, friend.

[lightsong]

I have to admit that Your talent with words, sentences and expressions is beyond my ability, what interests me about this poem how very powerfully it started dragging us into Your world, (specially Your first two lines, I like the most) and how it softened little by little until the end, exactly like the state of being drunk (I think), the description at times felt like yes roaring Vikings, then the disappointment feeling swept gently at the last two verses, letting us have a tase of Your own emotions, well done my friend.

[Alistair (Ali)]

It's all about the urge-and how we resist, or how we fold- those fine lines between- how we ride out storms- or indulge in their madness.
I have pulled a broken glass from a face - as I know my tired visage has been spared a blade or two- it is how we live with what we do that becomes our burden.
I was raised Cof E until I realised that Henry VIII justed needed it for a divorce- then I saw what the Catholic church did to the children of Africa and the Women of Ireland- saw how the Evangelists in the States paid no taxes- but still believe in the Human spirit.
There is no religion, no deal with the afterlife, the spirit knows no political belief.
There is just us- you- me and how we get along.
I don't know you- but if I see you and you are struggling- then I will help you to the best of my ability- as I believe you will help me.
And that is all we need.
No higher grace- no doctrine- no church or message.- just our hands- in the end we know what we should do, and it is our choice.
May good things happen to you, my friend.

[lightsong]

I don't know You, I don't care about Your past, and if I saw You struggling, I will lay my hand for You, too, when someone speaks in the manner You did, I must bring out the best of me too.

Bless You my friend, with the brightest of things for the real human being You are.

[Alistair (Ali)]

Those are wonderful things you say, my friend- a good deed costs nothing, but means the world.One should never place too many miles between the smiles. We all struggle in different ways- but all of us need laughter and, yes!- Light!
Thank you.