Resurrection

by Jay-Me, a collaboration with Jay Maul. (I miss you mingler, when you get out of the ethereal circus we'll talk) :b

Unattached remnants
of relics
Cling to the spider
Inside his mind,
Wind and wind the web
Of intricate design

Half-blind reminders
spin past too fast
to catch still
A mesh of light
and shadow
Blur tomorrow's window.

Which still burn
Flames across his mind
Turned to tanned leather
Like the eyes
That once smiled
But inside have died

Charred unrecognizable
black and gray
Blink and stained with red
Lines of pain and dread
Map the soul's decay
and bury yesterday

In the mud and muck
Where his mind wallows
Amongst the corpses,
The stench of regret
Raping his senses,
Defecating on his soul

Worm-hole memories covered,
Shoveled and soiled smooth
Watered and spoiled with truth
Hope yawns and stretches
and ponders the dream-
Resurrection.

Reviews

[THE LOST ROSE]

I love the power at the end. This was an overwhelming piece of art. Great write. These lines are priceless....
Which still burn
Flames across his brain
Turned to tanned leather
Like the eyes
That once smiled
But inside have died
Wow I will return for some more of this stuff. Thanks for sharing.

[snowyno]

Oh the mingler! Good collaboration.

[JG]

Which still burn
Flames across his brain
Turned to tanned leather
Like the eyes
That once smiled
But inside have died

Man is that a wonderful piece of writing or what. The only niggle I have with the entire piece is also in that stanza. I'm a bit literal minded and so would prefer the the flames to be across his mind. A brain conjures up images of his body and flesh actually being on fire. The word mind keeps the line more in the metaphor. But this piece had stellar imagery. Cah pointed me in your direction and I'm glad that he did.
Cheers, J.

[M Slaughter]

I loved your dictation...each word seemed like it was meant to go there...
Ahhhhhh I really liked this piece. Thank you so very much for sharing. :]

[Moineau]

Having been described as a "tortured soul" I can vouch for this one. You write with the insight of one who has suffered and yet overcome the ectoplasy that potentially diverts life. The images here suggest putrefaction and regeneration -- in short, what the mystics have described the dark night of the soul. Death symbolism works well here and you expose something of philosophical importance with visceral impact.

[bluessadmood]

this is sad write,thoughts and thoughts keep winding inside your or his mind-here i lose you a little
keep nagging and corrupting his soul,so much regret,raping of senses
but there is still hope and pondering on dreams
this is nice strong write but i have to say i lost you in a few places
but on the whole its nice,i love it