Boundless rage and want
Bounded by this mortal frame
Blocked by years of teaching, learning
Besieged by culture, moral, justice,
By all that's right and good and healthy,
It is trapped.
Yet it is there.
Yearning for you.
Years of waiting
Yoked by minds, sealed away:
You know it, you have seen it,
You have smelled it now.
Always craving more.
Awful, brutal, horrid want,
Awesome, massive width and scope
Attacking to arouse, amaze
Anarchy inside you grows and knows:
It will be freed.
Want.
Will.
Wolves and dogs
Wildcats, baying hounds
Wicked, evil, dark and wanting
It has smelled you now.
Lust.
Life and death,
Less or little, much or more,
Leech it from you, make you mine
Live within you, scent you, taste you
Love you, bite you, have you, want you, take -
It will take you.
More a beast than man!
Men have felt it, men all feel it
Men have known it, men all know it
Men have wished it, men all want it
Savage, simple, strong and surging
Searing, scouring, screaming, singing
Tearing throbbing thrashing taking
Take it all!
4 kommentarer:
Interesting poem!
Bit I'm always curious about the circumstances in which you write your poems. Did you feel angry at the time, or was it inspiration from observation, or simply a topic you reflected on?
C'mon, I need ta know! *shakes fists at heaven*
This one was written in the morning, and I was strangely unusually serene when I wrote it. I was reflecting over a couple of things, but I'll mention what things specifically later I think - I don't want to colour peoples' first impression of the poem.
A wise person once wrote, when you're happy is the best time to write poems about happiness, but when you're sad or angry is the worst time to write about sadness and anger.
Less generally speaking though, I like it Rik. It's only when the beast is sleeping that you can study it, nee?
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