it's what's hidden

there under an iron grip
squeezing your heart
is a figment of your mind
hidden in obscurity

the trump card of truth
rises like a dead fish
seaweed and lies
you eat with the fork of your
tongue,
tasting the air
for safety

you are a coward you know,
you know nothing but the
sword you carry, ready to
battle with the slightest
provocation,

like an invocation to the passage
in a stilted frame of time
spinning another tale

to play keep away

that which is hidden
is no secret
but lives and dies in the only thing
of consequence,
thwarted

there is no redemption
for someone afraid to love.

— Kailashana, Jul 01, 2009

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faerybeki

16 years 11 months ago

Anna you are an amazing poet

Anna you are an amazing poet and a dear woman :) I feel like I've just had a bollocking, but I'm sooo grateful. :) I learn much here Anna in your poems, about life and poetry and I sometimes find answers, thank you :) much love Beki xxx

Kailashana

16 years 11 months ago

Ok, I’ll bite, just what

Ok, I'll bite, just what does "BOLLOCKING" really mean, for us ugly Americans. ;-) I'm reminded of an old song... everybody plays the fool sometimes... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KiWqPxCo3iI "There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic." Anais Nin

faerybeki

16 years 11 months ago

OK so ‘bollocking’ is

OK so 'bollocking' is used here, by us ugly Brits ;) as a colloquialism for a strong telling off! It's not a pretty word but it is just how I felt after reading this one. Sometimes I am merely a frightened fool, who needs a good bollocking AND a gentle reminder, that little bit of Motown really cheered me up, cheers Anna, more love Beki xx

weirdelf

16 years 10 months ago

if I may add explicit etymology

bollocks is slang for testicles, so a bullocking is multiple kicks in the balls. So the title of the Sex Pitsols album "Never Mind The Bollocks" extolled utterly reckless abandon. Cheers, Jess “Anarchism, really stands for the liberation of the human mind from the dominion of religion; the liberation of the human body from the dominion of property; liberation from the shackles and restraint of government.” Emma Goldman

Geezer

16 years 11 months ago

Almost afraid to ask....

What brings forth this tirade against swordsmen? Was it something I said? In days gone by, I would have cleaved one who spoke such in two with a stroke of my steel. Fair Faerybeki is not the only one to feel bollocked. Vile lies! LOL ! We all do see some truth, in works of tongues not our own. Perhaps my words of contrition were not construed as truth. Mayhap I see that I might hold temper in check, and not rush to battle with demons not my own. The evils of the world might be better left to those held in thrall of them. LOL [Sir Gee rides off on his nag, a broken man.] Yelling over his shoulder at his demons, "I am not afraid to love!" A little lightheartedness, please take it as such. Gee.

Kailashana

16 years 11 months ago

Gee, a good laugh is almost

Gee, a good laugh is almost as good as a good f***. anna, slightly exhaused, lies back languidly, takes a long drag, beads of perspiration running down her bosom...ooops i get hijacked so easily these days... what i meant to say is "thanks". wink. ~A "There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic." Anais Nin

bjp

16 years 11 months ago

Dear Anna,

What sordid poetry I must beak to be so meanly pressed – unpalpable and lipless epitaphs – mere names blown from crossed stones to nothingness. (Is it a covenant you wish greater than the flesh of my words – some masochistic raking of the heart through shreaded skin – some unbuttoning of abstracts into corporeals – usufructing my humming thudding congenital desire for joining into midsummer dreams safe of all chill gasps; sweet sweat grasping drama’s pelvis raising nodding heads eye to eye?) But no question asked. Brian

Kailashana

16 years 11 months ago

Jezze, Brian, you just wrote

Jezze, Brian, you just wrote that? I love when you do that. Thank you. ....and the answer is... don't ask any questions. ;-) Love, Anna "There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic." Anais Nin

bjp

16 years 11 months ago

Dear Anna,

Yes. You are welcome. Brian

Truth being told, Jess, this poem is as much about me as the person with whom I do/did *battle*....afraid to love my own reaction. Afraid to love my own anger. I keep trying to chop down trees in that forest. ~A "You can avoid reality, but you cannot avoid the consequences of avoiding reality." Ayn Rand

weirdelf

16 years 10 months ago

ok you had to tell me cos I didn't tell you

but yes, of course its about you too. Cheers, Jess "America's sense of liberty depends on a having an enemy. There are smarter ways to be free" Jess