Deprivation (Twin Sonnets)
XXIBy dawn, the senses still murked and slow,
And reason rings anew the slumber'd head,
Resolve is fresh and plans to thus lay low
Those baser shifts when springs one fresh from bed;
But day's weary toil doth batter the will
And so by eve's rise, and the lighted moon
Doth climb, and sweet night's mantle doth fill
Between the shadows which again reune,
That visceral lust doth come creep my thoughts
And the beasts that stalk come to greed and glut
And hunt and tear the resolve, and so rots
The gate that deprivation would keep shut.
The lycanth mind of man by moon doth change,
The drives of man and monster rearrange.
XXII
I am renew'd! Speak not the "lycanth mind",
For beast is only beast if man makes him.
What doth thou in my grey, grinning jaws find
That does not already enter the rim
Of thy uneasy scope? Do my yellow'd
Eyes shake thee so, set thee quaking abed?
No beast stands erect, seeking so hallow'd
Pursuits, as are found in my noble head.
So hide thee then, though find you not devils,
Nor demons come at midnight to eat thy
Weak, slumb'ring flock, nor other dread evils
That come amassing out the darken'd sky.
Seek you not the monster to so impound,
Experience life as the soul has found.
I am renew'd! Speak not the "lycanth mind",
For beast is only beast if man makes him.
What doth thou in my grey, grinning jaws find
That does not already enter the rim
Of thy uneasy scope? Do my yellow'd
Eyes shake thee so, set thee quaking abed?
No beast stands erect, seeking so hallow'd
Pursuits, as are found in my noble head.
So hide thee then, though find you not devils,
Nor demons come at midnight to eat thy
Weak, slumb'ring flock, nor other dread evils
That come amassing out the darken'd sky.
Seek you not the monster to so impound,
Experience life as the soul has found.
13 Comments:
oOoh...these I like a lot!
bravo, mon ami! *clap*
Thank you :)
I've been feeling particularily awesome these passed couple of days.
good for you! :D
But I bought smokes last night. :P Hence my dual poems about deprivation and indulgence.
*lol* so you exercised your will, felt the burn and now you headed straight for the sauna eh? :P
Something like that. It's more an indulgence of my veracity.
interesting.
I was thinking about what you said about "embracing my inner french girl", and it turns out she's a light smoker.
*lmao* that's fantasic! Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose!
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Luckily we have a french guy working here. And yes, somethings will likely never change, no matter how eccentric I get. :)
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