The Black Goat

The inner personality

 

These are certainly strange times,

Now more than ever,

You see.

I am a man like many,

Who hides and silences the real noise in my heart,

But,

Now there’s an army sized sympathy of wicked violins,

And untuned guitars,

Stirring up a epic,

Of cold metaphors, with sour imagery,

And all my mouth got time for is short unpleasant phrases,

That you would find on a devils Christmas card.

 

I’m talking bout this strange noise biting at whatever sweet marrow I got left in my bones,

This thing calls himself the black goat,

And we been fussing and fighting for the longest ya’ll,

And I’m tried.

 

One night last June, in Chicago,

I went on a road trip and dump him in an alley,

With a bottle of painkillers and a pistol,

Hoping he would get the news,

But somehow he found me,

Like he always does.

 

I tried to tell him to hush up,

But my concise caved in,

A big-bang changing the core of my nature,

 

I reached in my throats cabinet to find the right thing send him on his way,

But somehow all I can speak,

Is spoiled milk now,

So, me and him is one.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Damian Alan Gray]

"But,
Now there's an army sized sympathy of wicked violins,
And untuned guitars,
Stirring up a epic,
Of cold metaphors, with sour imagery,
And all my mouth got time for is short unpleasant phrases,
That you would find on a devils Christmas card."

Excellent! There is no way that I could express this better. Outstanding work, Spade!

[X]

wow.
this is really impressive.
of course, along with everyone's work, it's never truly finished.
changes can be made to make it more powerful, but you're deffinately holding a great piece in your hands dear.

good job.

=]
monica

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

This is a groovey poem to use aa old idiom , word, you know ... i like the way you wrote it , using 'ya'll'. and this verse..


One night last June, in Chicago,
I went on a road trip and dumped him in an alley,
With a bottle of painkillers and a pistol,
Hoping he would get the news,
But somehow he found me,
Like he always does.

Like he always does .. love this poem, very nice ..

Chloe
xoxo

[Collette]

Now there's an army sized sympathy of wicked violins,
And untuned guitars,
Stirring up a epic,
Of cold metaphors, with sour imagery,
And all my mouth got time for is short unpleasant phrases,
That you would find on a devils Christmas card.

Alright, this was stellar. Seriously, I dig the whole concept of poorly tuned instruments. Goes along with the negative connotation you give your alter-ego. I love the idea of spoiled milk words as well, 'cause there's no use crying over it. Really, this whole piece is solid, and the transformation I can see in your writing is clearly becoming more concise and fine-tuned. Flowetics will reign supreme!

[Lepadah]

1 love. Thank you for the great read "cold metaphors, w/sour imagery." I likes!
I appreciate your comments as well.

peace lepadah

[Engulfed in Flames]

this is excellent, I love the concept

[Flow]

This is excellent flowing write that I know would be great spoken live by the flow of thoughts and how easy it was to read with the vivid use of words. "Black Goat" I love this term never heard it before and it fits well as the title. I have been working on accepting all of me even the part that I want to discard at any opportunity for with out it I wouldn't be me anyway. Great write~!

[Shadow]

The realization that the worst parts of ourselves cannot been simply be killed is often hard to take but is a necessary evil in this life.The Black Goat may not necessaryily symbolize evil but he is definitely an unwelcome realization to the narrator


Nicely done sir

One of the things hardest to part with, is with yourself.

This is done well, the message and use of words jive and dance. This is good read.