LadyBug~

Diving The Id~

I will hurt you on my rose
veining leaves with threads of apathy
sewn into my spine
little baby vines, in pale green
bioluminescent shell encasing my bones, 

speeding down the highway
of my line of fate
my palms painted red  

I carry gentleman twilight in dark smudges under my evergreen eyes
dividing smog with elomgated hands

beguiling dew at the corners of my provocative lips

iced water in the veins, chilling my pious hysteria
my apron, embroidered with violets and lady bugs

come undone under a monster's warm hands

Coke fills a woman’s laughing mouth
her isolation escapes me
a raw beauty, with tissue paper skin
a ribboned soul ;
throngs of feathered humans toss beads at her clutching talons
she taps her cotton candy lure in sweet minors on a piano's keys
stencills me into her wrist with a simple aria

opening worlds
where a Colt in a child’s hand goes off

with a Bang!
tie dyed splash of human blood and dreams

against the sands of Venice Beach  

I remember her alien excitement
it had a pattern like a lady bug’s wings
part flower
part ink
painting thorns and leaves up the sides of my waist

in a trail of salient love
quickening my escape from voracious gods
bromidic teachers
monotonous doctors
mundane wives, husbands;
I never really had a chance to be a human being . . . .  

I will hurt you on my rose
my elaborate complexity and agony razor sharp
charming myself into the tight band of human misery
splicing my cells until I'm a spot of organic theory on a specimen slide

a juniper mask, my disguised 
decorated with Pan’s lip print on the side,
Adam’s apple caught in my throat
my passion, threaded through with reluctant epiphanies
tied to my grace with Achilles’ golden tendon;
my wings are insidious little reds
with inky dots
so pretty. . . .so provocative. . . .

but I will hurt you on my rose
because that is how my story was written



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Author's Note

Reviews

[OT]

ooo I found this quite dark - the "I will hurt you on my rose" is so menacing and becomes more threatening as you repeat it throughout and then the last line, I will do it, because this is me - there are lots of darker little images ("sewn into my spine") - apt for the delving into the id - the primal, sensory little creature - there's a touch of possible madness in here too and the descriptions so brilliant as always - "dividing smog with the dew at the corners of my lips/ iced water veins " - nice, nice, nice!!

[Matthew Kult]

Hello Selene,

First allow me to apologize for my last review. I was worried you would take it down before I had a chance to atleast say something that I tossed up a very un Matthew review in there. I was coming off a very thrilling experience and was emotionally spent if you will.

I do love the very last line of this poem. It's funny, I don't believe in fate, but I do believe in destiny, and although may think they are the same, they are not. Very far from the truth but we do travel along paths predetermined by choices that we make. Fascinating yes? I wonder if our lives are the story of a young child's mind having fun in his own world.

I do love the darker side....And my favorite are the pink undies you were on special occasions. See you soon

Always,

Matthew

[Hello, Goodbye]

my mind just went slat with how potent a hit your words resonated with.. who do you what you do, well I guess thats why we are fans..

[Amy Bumpas]

This poem reminds me of madness, passion, control.
I will hurt you on my rose
rising into threads of apathy
sewn into my spine
I love those lines...it's like don't
mess with me or I will get you LOL!
The ladybug is what makes her sane, human.

[Pax Analog]

I think the implied thorns of "I will hurt you on my rose" applies to an outside-in "normality." You, your poet voice, are an inside-out flux of unqualified nature. And of course you qualify this as "diving the id," untrammeled instinct.

"I will hurt you on my rose
my complexity an inside out razor
even to myself
splicing my cells into juniper masks
decorated with Pan’s lip print"

I think it's more than id. It's shamanic impulses, crazy wisdom. "Normality" is pathological and it takes a disciplined restructuration of the psyche to radical intuition to do more than throw a punk rock brick through a favored window.

Who knows what a human being is? Psycho-evolution hardly ever develops enough in a given life to reveal the naked profound holy wonder.

[JelliFyshKissUs]

When it comes with such promising pleasures, I don't mind the sting at all.

[emmajoy]

You've not left out a jot of thought, a touch of colour .. this just takes off into some surreal place with feelings to go along with it. You've twisted the meaning of Id .. somehow magicked it into a space filled to the brim with metaphors and snapshots of

splicing my cells into juniper masks
decorated with Pan’s lip print
Adam’s apple
threaded through epiphanies
tied with Achilles’ golden tendon;
my wings are insidious little reds
with inky dots
so pretty
but I will hurt you on my rose
because that is how my story was written

Spine tingling words, my dear friend.

[C]

You are a complicated glorious rose. I'm content to be one of the violets on your apron. :-)

[Sean M. Addams]

also detail in this .. very visual ... overall i thought this was a great piece... very powerful and some what dark... very interesting I must say ... a very impressive piece as always :)

[Dream Weaver]

Sounds like a wonderful night out, not so much forthe gentlemen tho...
Really an incrediable write..all fun'in aside .....

[Brad]

danger, danger, will robinson!!

yes, the warning signs are there...but who heeds them anyways?