Choked on the antidote...

choked on the bite of your denial

         sipping darkness filled to the brim

throat closed in tasteless shadows

              drowned in contagion's overflow

flowery verbiage stabbing lured

              eyes pour'd of scar'd crimson blood

breath's rhythm, laboriously sobbing 

                of  darkly hue'd rose phrases

scorch'd of white lighting's glaring lies

                      written in your poetic stare

played the game within nightmare rules

            devil kept score in relentless paces

grim were reception'd badinage airs 

             torn into fleshy soul's creations

cut in line for a temper'd rhyme

           pretense for a formidable antidote

no cure for sopping contradictions

                  toying of cut throat's detest'd deceit  

Author's Note

captcha ~ passo

Reviews

[redflutterby]

You need to pour some sugar on that to make it go down easier!! Ha.. ;-p.

Seriously seems someone has swallowed a very bitter pill in the form of some dark realizations. Those thoughts were there all along but when placed in just the right light an epiphany was born. Now theres nothing left but choking down that nasty stuff.

On another note Def Leppard is the perfect way to start the day.... pour some sugar on me...sorry wrong song..xo

[Frieda P]

Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on...ooh sorry was carried away in your review...ha Thanks, got sugar I could borrow? ;) xo

[redflutterby]

Had...you know it!! I keep it in the pantry...lol!!

I'm hot sticky sweet...from my head down to my feet... do you want sugar... lmao!!! Now that sing is stuck in my head!!! ;-pp

[MsJewel]

You sip darkness with class and style Frieda. You never cease to amaze me.

:) Julie

[m.s.early]

You hooked me with the title. How tragic.

Your use of colors camouflages the White lightening reference while at the same time gives it an extra bite. I thought that line among others was point on brilliant.

And what evil does lurk in the cookings of liquor. And how often is its poisonous nature not realized until we are choking on its cure. Tragedy in the purest sense of the word.

"no cure for sopping contradictions
toying of cut throat's detest'd deceit"

Although most medical aficionados and spiritual authorities agree that there is no "cure" many would also agree that there is a daily reprieve obtainable by one who desires it and is willing to go to any lengths to secure it.

I guess you can tell by this epistle that it really touched a personal nerve with me. I am very passionate when it comes to this subject. I know too well the paradox you have penned. You did a great job at presenting that the fuel for an addiction may be poison, but it is often perceived as a cure for the suffering addict.

[Jack...]

Some things indeed are very hard to swallow. Life does feed us at times things that don't appear to delictable or easy to digest, but life is like that. What tastes good one day may cause indigestion the next. But always there is something to worth trying again. Reminds me of sweet potatoes, could not get my throst to open to swallow even one bite as a teen, but as I got older I realized I needed to broaden my palette and I gave them another chance...go figure, I love sweet potatoes now.

I hope that you find the right antidote(one that has a great flavor) for the pain you seem to be feeling in this somewhat anrgy but beautifully written poem.


And if a may repeat myself again (and again and again) You are an amazing and talented poet and one that I always look forward to reading...even if I swing by a bit late.

[Shirlena]

The title is brilliant introducing well the follow up lines and the mood of the poem in it's entirety. I feel the lights go down and flames extinguishing in here. Excellent write.

[Angie G]

Love how this poem flows.. You have a wonderful way with words.. thanks!!

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Angie, always enjoy your visits! :)