Strong Heart

This poem delves into the poet's perspective as he embraces the darker aspects of human nature and find inspiration in the flaws and vices of others.

Men's vices, my realm,

Their wounds, my sweet feast.

I devour their vile thoughts,

Their ugliness adorns my beauty.

  In darkness I thrive, mistress of shadows,

binding sins, weaving sorrow.

His secrets caress my ear, whispers so sweet,

fueling my power, relinquishing defeat.

I feast upon desire, a banquet divine,

indulging in darkness, reveling in mine.

  Broken and stained, their souls surrend to me,

as I dance through nightmares, wild and free.

So let the vices of men be my domain,

for in their transformation, my purpose shall reign.

As their scars heal, spirits ascend,

I find my own beauty, a journey without end.

:: 05.24.2023 ::

Author's Note

In the realm of the poet, men's vices become the subject matter, their wounds become a source of fascination and delight. The poet consumes these "vile thoughts" and, rather than being repulsed, finds a twisted pleasure in them. The narrator suggests that the ugliness inherent in these thoughts enhances their own beauty, emphasizing the complex relationship between darkness and light.

The poem highlights the narrator's affinity for the shadows and the ability to bind sins and weave sorrow. This portrayal aligns with the concept of Picasso's Blue Period, where he depicted somber and melancholic subjects. The artist often found inspiration in the human condition and the darker aspects of life.