Angry fists fall from the sky
like rain drops in a thunder storm.
The thud, thud, thud against
my skull reforms the map of
my face like a California earthquake
changing the landscape from within.
I’m choking on blood (as
the world goes numb) and
I’m reminded of that night
We fucked. I told you it was love and
you laughed because you knew
it was violence we were after.
You are the purest synthetic high.
I am the junkie three days
dry and my skin wants to crawl
off the muscle it clings to.
I still taste your tears on my pillow
when I dream about our fights.
The words evade me (knowing that
I’m not ready) yet the rage persists
like gifts on Christmas Day
to say I love you
Christ, I love that
you left me here alone.
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I now understand what it means to appeal to a broad audience (or those less informed).
I like the skin crawling on muscles, totally up my alley.
One question about gifts on Christmas Day, I know for myself and I think for you to a degree, we would beg for things and knew what we were getting. Well, I was going to ask, was the rage and Xmas metaphor meant to convey the surprise a lot of other people experience? Then again, as I'm sure you would begin thinking, if you experience an emotion, on some level you asked to...sigh...
well, thank you for making me think and for this second version, it's more accessible to the less initiated / worker drone...
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actually, I love the way you worked in rage with Xmas, because it was not intended, but makes so much more sense than true motivation behind the lines!
for me, and this is abstract, the rage with Xmas had to do with this idea that yes Christ was born, but he has ascended (according to RA) and left us to be part of some 5th density social complex, so the rage is that he left us, alone. Its selfish I know, but at times I wish Christ were here, not just his words, but the entity. I guess thats the point of it all though, we have to do it on our own. I digress from the poem, the rage is the rage of losing someone, the persists like gifts on Christmas day, meaning tradition, its a tradition to be full of rage, and alive. The gifts say I love you Christ, because the reason we give gifts is supposed to be to celebrate the birth of Christ, I just extend why I love Christ, because he left me here alone, he allowed me the opportunity for free will with regard to ascension, its my choice. So the last line has a double meaning, literally I am glad that Christ left, but in the same token, its that leaving, that separation between God and self, that allows me to be filled with rage, that causes the rage in the first place. Does that answer your question? hehe
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