Prized Object

This poem, I think calls out through expressing the reality of what MANY people doing pertaining to womanizing, promiscuity, and its gaining in social acceptance.

Prized Object
By: Lalli

I will never again charcoal the flesh of another’s heart

 

I REFUSE TO HURT ANOTHER WOMAN

 

Another rib taken for granted

While a silk dress falls from shoulder less straps

My once Idol hands caress devils skin

Too hot to touch

 

This void seeks more emptiness

Darkness is my playground

Unfulfilling urges palpitate to a surface not ready for the light of day

Dust, settles as the dead skin of my past victims

Lying in the cemetery of threaded sheets

 

My room, turned into a sauna but my breathe exhales with icy chill

Passion, generates sweat from the friction of our skin

This is savage

Primitive instinct thrusts this heated night into overdrive

Without care of whether she really understood me when I said,

“I am not looking for a relationship”

 

It never mattered though

Not to me at least

I wonder, If she could have seen projected like the rolling film’s reel the played out scenes of my real intentions would she still be grabbing frantically at these sheets?

Would her screams continue to be in sync with my movements?

If she only knew, she was nothing more than a prized object of the night?

 

Why am I asking these questions when I already know the answer?

 

It’s so easy to fill pain with pleasurable feelings

I’ve realized I was only cycling pain by not reciprocating but rejecting her feelings

Without excuse I quit using my brain and let testosterone make decisions for me

Now I’m all alone,

With conviction preaching guilty sermons through and through me

 

Darkness is no longer my playground when demons of integrity begin cursing with blame

When the emptiness of this black hole grows stronger as I realize I used her so badly I never even listened when I asked her, her name

When all along I just wanted to say,

I’m sorry, I know this is harsh I hope you can forgive me but you are just a temporary replacement

 

I wish you could understand that my heart is encased with the scars of burnt flesh

 

I handed it to a human torch

 

It now resides in an arctic region and I’ve become numb with frostbitten valves

My senses are dead from experiencing opposite extremes and I was hoping you could stimulate some sort sensation

Any sort of sensation

But I realize observation on my part should have seen the open wounds bleeding in your eyes,

You’ve been hurt too

It seems I’ve turned into the monster that mangled me

So I apologize, for the pain I’ve caused you.”

 

See, that was a younger me,

I am a man who no longer subscribes to these promiscuous ideologies

Because we need to recognize and take ownership in society

That we’ve begun viewing women as meat and the harder we pound them the more tender they get

 

Charades’ of questionable intention mascaraed this game

Delicate spirits tip toe around trust

Shattering confidence and abolishing self-worth

 

Sexual exploitation breeds pain that beauty is a curse

 

So sealed lips keep laughter captive 

Because remember player,

Every soul desires the companionship of love

And in the end,

When that time comes

The jokester will always be a part of the joke

Reviews

[Rick Puetter]

Dear Lalli,

I'm sorry, My Friend, if my absence has caused you to neglect WC as I have neglected your writing. You are an excellent writer and we are diminished by your absence.

This is a spectacular write. Sorry I didn't review this sooner.

The opening line:

"I will never again charcoal the flesh of another’s heart"

Itself is worth the price of admission. Powerful, My Friend. I wish we could all live by this. It is a powerful message and I know you feel it from your heart. Very potent.

Come back, My friend, and grace us with your writing. We miss you. I certainly do.

All my best wishes and I hope you and your loved ones are well.

Kindest regards,

Rick

[Lalli]

Rick,

I appreciate your kind words! I would be lying if I said it didn't make me smile. My neglect of WC had less to do with your absence and more to do with my consumption of time. I am proud to say, I have been moving mountains with my words. I've been speaking in schools sharing my story with hopes to inspire kids to make positive life choices, I am now the co-founder of the Phoenix Festival of the Arts, I recently got engaged and acquired a son who is 9, hosting a monthly open mic, occasional poetry features, and several side projects like a book on bullying and a spoken word short film called "Listen.violence". www.listenfilm.org. So fortunately and unfortunately WC had gotten lost in the shuffle. I had also noticed a shift in the community here. Everyone wants you to read their poems but no one wants to comment on yours.Which became a quicly diminishing appeal. I also realized as I was publishing books despite my desire to receive critique I should not be posting all my work as it proved counter productive.

I have and always will have a great respect for you and your critiques of my writing. I am not gone, just busy. I will be more mindful that I have friends here that desire to stay in touch and share the journey through our writings. I will post something new today for you my friend :)

I hope all is well for you! Be blessed.

[Rick Puetter]

Oh, Lalli,

I'm so glad to receive a reply, and I couldn't be happier to hear your words and what is happening in your life. I was worried about you, My Friend. It is a rare individual that can turn their life around in this way and I am so happy to hear that you are one of those rare individuals. So happy, truly! Just wonderful!

It's good to keep busy, especially in the way you are keeping busy. This is how you make a rich life for yourself. And I'm happy to hear of your engagement. Family will further enrich your life, but know that it is hard. To make things work you have to be willing to give in 90% of the time (or so it seems) to your spouse it will seem she is giving in 90% of the time. That's just how it is and that is how Rosalinda and I will be celebrating our 40th anniversary next June 23rd. At this point we are both of the frame of mind that there is nothing the other can do to us that will break the union. We'll just go on and weather anything that comes up. So if we have to give in 110% of the time, so what? No big deal. We are a couple and we love each other. Nothing is too much.

Yes, please stay in touch. I understand about your concerns about publishing everything on WC. I am trying to come to grips with my own thoughts on this subject. But I would love some reviews from you! Have a look, my friend. I think there might be some pieces on WC that you would enjoy. My most recent major work is "Once We Were Giants". I'm not sure if you've seen that one.

Anyway, I am so glad to hear from you and hear your good news.

All my best regards, and give your future wife a big kiss from me and Rosalinda.

Rick

[DaniElle LaPointe]

Ouch. Not laughing at the punchline :D Shelving this one in favorites. Also thinking of penning a retort of sorts :D Thank you for this one ten times over.

[Lalli]

I'm curious to hear if this ever happened :)