The Boiling Man

There was a time when I fell so hard on my knees and I was only 17 when I wrote this. Years later, it's still taunting me, even in my sleep.

 

Shh, Listen...   There's A Man...   Playing An Unusual Violin...

 

With The Strings That Are The Nerves...   And The Veins...   From His Own Arms...

 

How Wonderous The Sounds...   Of The Agonies Made...   By The Slicing And Dicing...

 

Down With The Lambs...   Up With The Larks...

 

Run To The Beds, Children...   Before It Gets Dark...

 

Around, Around The Sun We Go...   As The Moon Goes Around Us...

 

While The Parts Of Us Are Dying...   In The Slow And The Painful Ways...

 

We Do Not Die Of Death...   We Die Of The Vertigo...

 

Run, Dying Breeds, Run...   Like There's No Time...   And No Tomorrow...

 

Yet, We're All Still Gonna Die One Way...   Or Another...   No Matter What...

 

And I Just Saw The Dead...   Small And Great...  Stand Before The God...

 

I Witnessed The Blood Of The Christ...   Dripping On All Of Their Skins...

 

This Is Just Another Altar...   Inside The Church...   Of The Fears And The Pains...

 

Now, I Know Why Jesus Wept...

 

Author's Note

This writing was inspired by James O'Barr, the creator of "The Crow"... (Thanks, James)

Reviews

[Wolfwind Words]

This i found to be a unique read. It's different format cause my mind to spin around alot like the images that you presented.
I liked how it was heart felt. The feelings of dispare and helplessness, seemed to fling out like and open blender.
Good read!
Thanks for sharing!

[Erin Phoenix]

God, I love this... I read it again...

[MARZ]

definitely good imagery with the violin and the veins and the pain...i liked this!

forMARZly yours

[lizzie]

This evoked emotions that I'm not sure what to do with... I love the unexpectedness of the man's violin being himself. This was a great read, very intriguing.

[K. Carver]

yes i liked it... interesting...i also love edgar allan poe...

[ST]

amazing...I love the projected emotion in your words... like if they breathe...

[Juliet Forshaw]

I could almost feel the pain from the intense imagery you gave in your poem.

"I Witnessed The Blood Of The Christ... Dripping On All Of
Their Skins...

This Is Just Another Altar... Inside The Church...
Of The Fears And The Pains..."

Now, I Know Why Jesus Wept...


and the futility of it all, such an awsome write, I love it well done!

[justjenn_2u]

Witnessed The Blood Of The Christ... Dripping On All Of Their Skins...

I love how strong this verse is. To have the blood of Christ merely touch our flesh is an absolute privilege. I can only say, I love this poem!!!

[BelieveInCelia]

I've only watched The Crow once or twice ... hits hard...

Your writing is so powerful...perhaps I may not 'see' through your eyes, yet..but, I felt the pain and agony, and the analogy you made between the violin being the arm and the string the nerves and veins....magnificent....

You will be a mentor. I will learn much from your talent.

Thank you, Joseph (called you Michael, before!)...

Celia

[Abby]

This is absolutely beautiful. I love the imagery you presented. Truly awe-inspiring, it made me shiver...and not too many things can do that. Loved it. Great write.

[Erin Phoenix]

I like how you wrote this. I look forward to your future work.