Mirror~Mirror~OnTheScreen~

Once upon a time I had green eyes like deep seas

and I walked the world in ruby

with a personality
that was my own spin on this dream

the world fed me with some wine

and I was just a girl

with gumdrop dances through the light
and everything I dared to taste

to shape  my blazing soul

was torn from me in pieces

by the surreal afterglow

of images on screens

emblazoned on the walls

of a thousand billboards glued with lies

all vying for my fall

 

And my curves they came in  with the seasons

and I should have danced among the pines

but I shattered every imperfection

inside a mirror not of my design

"And am I perfect, am I lovely, o looking glass on fire

am I not so beautiful starving

and inspired

to desecrate this body mother earth,

she shaped so sweet

am I not the perfect w***e inside this virgin so discreet."

 

My Cinderella walked those slippers

until her feet were drenched in blood

every piece of glass and soul

reflected from above

as I curved around the pole

so sinuous, alive

and ate the gentlemen with whiskey

hating them inside

until I burned with all the gems laid out on my altar

diving deep into the masks I wore like mermaids into water

thrilling to the facets of the jewels indented in my spine

until I crumbled to the floor on a sweet starvation high

I colored Marilyn through my hair

and ate Angelina's pout

I succumbed to all the shine

until I broke inside my ground

I purred through Benjamins and drinks of golden liquor highs

escalating on a song of a perfect china doll

 

And I believed there for a while that this was all the joy

to swallow tragedy off screens as if playing with a toy

these grown up games around a maypole of thorns and bitter berries

caught up in the Escalades and chocolate covered cherries

off my belly on the slab of this strange, mad world that screams

but colors in the pain with cannibalistic dreams

 

And in the end they made of me a cult of women on the edge

a golden, sculpted siren shaped by the lies of men

and my anger turned to rage so that my dish of lies lay empty

and I bit off the screen the biggest piece to become ruby and so trendy

I unwound the thickest sword and ate it's candy hilt

wound around me golden braids to scale the tower that I built

and dazzle from the heights above

with my elemental quilt

of women grooves throughout my shimmies

and songs to please the world

as my core was shattered on the edge

and my fists curled in, uncurled

 

Mirror~mirror on the screen tell me am I fine

are my lips now full enough for the men to think divine

are my belly dance and groovies coy enough for your design

to splatter across every page with the sweetest ads for wine

tell me am I thin enough now that my bones make me

am I a fine example of unreality

to charm the young ones deeper into this candy cult you blazed

into my irises to burn and shape each bend of day

until the moment I become the princess and the w***e

to delight the world outside the glass with my bright decor

 

So tell me daddy of the world am I your perfect little girl

are the hollows of my hips sweet enough to burn

tell me I'm the one, the only one

the one whose butchered with the best

into a glossy ad

destroyed

like all the rest

 

 

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Reviews

[Brad]

:o.....
whoah, this one...it burns the retinas and rips the heart...the lot of a woman...beaten and shaped by media idiot boxes and masogenistic mags...womens true beauty shines through the plastic skin...and those that shine beyond the masses painted perfection...rip through the muddled veil like a supernova...

[Crowley]

Word....

[Jonathan De Elvira]

My opinion from this reading...
From time to time, we look into the mirror and see our self...
Time to time the reflection change as our self change...
But does it potrays reality and truth..?
Or simply another fakeness of us and another lie...
But we do need mirror, to watch over us from time to time...Whatever it reflects back to us,..Because at the end, the only thing to help us know better our changes is the mirror...
This is great poem...I like it alot...

[Calypso]

So wonderful!

[Immortal1967]

Love the depth and sincerity, seeing what is, yet falling victim for a time before realizing truth that we all need to be happy with who we are, no matter big or small, we are each like a diamond, different yet sparkling still.

[Pax Analog]

Now this is fabulous. An antimatter superstar. As a red-blooded male, I've casually wolfed up the glam chimeric carnality too. And the prissy standard feminists are no answer. Because promoted sexiness is not the problem. Banalization of whole-souled sexiness is the problem.

Your poetic voice, your soulsexy persona get INSIDE the onanistic dream machine and fight fire w/fire. You critique the reductionism of passion WITH passion, but a passion that looks out from ravishing eyes, not the shrill sour grapes of the unappealing. No victim, no puppet, no bore, but a double agent, a flame of desire revolting against the trivialization of libido and beauty. Sex is LIFE. Life is inherently anarchic, a priori, NOT a political pawn for moneyed manipulative droolers. You emanate desirability while challenging the very nature of desire. That stance moves the fire up and down the spine, a chakra-spun wonderment, a contemplation incandescent.

"And in the end they made of me a cult of women on the edge
a golden, sculpted siren shaped by the lies of men
and my anger turned to rage so that my dish of lies lay empty
and I bit off the screen the biggest piece to become ruby and so trendy
I unwound the thickest sword and ate it's candy hilt
wound around me golden braids to scale the tower that I built
and dazzle from the heights above
with my elemental quilt
of women grooves throughout my shimmies
and songs to please the world
as my core was shattered on the edge
and my fists curled in, uncurled"

Your dead heat on a merry-go-round goes beyond a cautionary tale to something else more inherently powerful than glam/anti-glam or porn candy vs. eloquent rage:

What is the thorough full-burning TRUTH of DESIRE and FIRE? The question crisps to ashes in a blaze of honest wonder.

[Antonio Valentino]

These fights our insides have with our outsides aside, your spirit is light, and true and real.

And your soul cries joyingly upon the skin.

(((((Selene))))))

Antonio xx

[Amber Betty Marie Child..]

****My mind was running wonderfully wild and my womanly instincts hands are holding me inside my gut. When i look in the mirror tomorrow morning I guess i shouldn't worry about looking so appealing. I'll talk to it, talk to me, and remember who I really am.. Your poetry is so different it could be a bit offensive but as it always flows so well its that cloud with a silver lining*

[Ed Hart]

we get lost, we all get lost, and the bread crumbs are so far apart, if the angels don't whisper now and then, who could find there way out of the dark forest we wander in...we learned to love the world that men had made, and hate ourselves...and finally we became the destroyers...and yet...and yet, of the many that are called, a few are chosen, and given a candle, and told to light the way, a little...and, oh, what a beautiful candle you hold in your hand

[Jillian Alexis]

i love this write.
every piece of yours continues to amaze me...
great work!

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

I like when you write like this..somewhere in the midst of it all i can see your soul..bare and fragile yet beautiful here.So vivid and vibrant are your words..and a message that can pierce through the coldest of hearts.You say it all..with such splendour and elan.