The Underbelly Of Eden~

Eden has overgrown with vines

cables leavened in a novel icon’s kiln

arteries branch out from a thousand ash trees

self consuming in a vortex of red leaves

dancing around the Forbidden Tree;

under grasping branches

an old woman stitches closed the vulnerable eyes of a child

with black thread

the chanting of a million boys and girls dying to their own applause

 

Boy leaned his concave imagination into the center ring of a acorn tree

the girl at his feet a flickering mirage

speaking in lols and omg’s

her hair a tangle of honey rings

brazen and refined

 

Girl propped her silicon ampleness above the blue light

sending a wave of tease

through an ocean of ghosts gasping for a view

through a dozen windows

streaming various stages of decomposition

of the human mind

 

Ipods like jewels embedded in Woman’s fingertips

the broken keys of a piano splintering beneath the sharp heels of her seduction

she stroked the molecules with music

open

ripe

a burst of sound across her swollen tongue

pierced through with silver youth

slipping from the corners of the perfect pout

 

A man bent his scythe of light

embedded his seed inside the perfect illusion

that does not speak

or feel

is simply there to give wide eyes

and better head

 

How many w****s are branded by the light

How many men does it take to elevate the strata of lust to murder

 

When I was a little girl there was a little boy

who was very very bad when he was very very good

he said

“One day we’ll be watching killings on teevee as entertainment”

he didn’t know the half of it

and now I am a crone

long lived past my skin

stitching closed the eyes of a young child with black thread

to awaken the dreamer inside the dead of youth

an apple pie cooling in the roots

of the Forbidden Tree

 

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Reviews

[Jibey]

Such a clever composition, blending together the detritus of our electonic and superficial age with the primordial spirit of Eden.. Paradise Lost indeed..

A wonderful collection of little vignettes that spoke eloquently of an age of decomposed innocence - an we do well to stitch up the eyes of the young...

[Caradoc]

Mankind has ceased to evolve. It lies stagnant in a puddle of its own waste. Gone are the days of yore, simpler times when there were such things as honor and compassion. Life was worth something then. Love was real and people had the ability to look outside of themselves.

Gone are those days and all they had to offer.

A beautiful, tragic, truthful poem. Eden is lost and almost forgotten.

Do you think, after they ate of the Forbidden Tree, that the two of them knew what would happen to their children? If so, how they must have wept at the sight.

Eden is gone...

-Caradoc

[BabyBluee]

Boy leaned his concave imagination into the center ring of a acorn tree

the girl at his feet a flickering mirage

speaking in lols and omg’s

her hair a tangle of honey rings

brazen and refined....thats my fav stanza, i love how smoothly u made it flow

[OT]

I love the concept that Eden has overgrown with vines - and a forbidden tree? I think we've been drifting in the same thought bubbles of late ha the name itself is a poem - the underbelly of eden! genius - and love the picture - so many lines to quote - but the psychologist in me clutches to these - "through an ocean of ghosts gasping for a view
through a dozen windows
streaming various stages of decomposition
of the human mind" - bravo!!

[Cafe Reader]

The downward spiral seems inescapable. One of the reasons Jake and I will never have children. This is no world for the children. You're amazing. The mirror you hold up before society is a crucial one. I just hope, that individuals of your divine (yes, the atheist said divine) nature can stopper the descent and raise us back up into our compassionate elements.

[Reese38]

You mention the moral compass of humanity in several of your poems. This defines it. The concept, and you, you sweet Queen Surreal are the kepper of that moral compass. You're the only writer who can take me out of my natural analytical patterns of thinking, and open a whole new landscape of thoughts.


How many w****s are branded by the light

How many men does it take to elevate the strata of lust to murder



When I was a little girl there was a little boy

who was very very bad when he was very very good

he said

“One day we’ll be watching killings on teevee as entertainment”

he didn’t know the half of it

and now I am a crone

long lived past my skin

stitching closed the eyes of a young child with black thread

to awaken the dreamer inside the dead of youth

an apple pie cooling in the roots

of the Forbidden Tree






I'm ever greatful for you.

[Brad]

what a nightmarish painting...if i ever find eden...i'm bringin the weed whipper and a 1ton vat of Weed Killer

[Linear]

You drag me back from the abyss to read of edens continuing downfall, followed by man in a rush of flying sparks to slate his lust
You need to stich far faster to save even one innocent from carnal judgement ....you do write a storm of emotions don't you. :0)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Wow that was spectacular... slipping in some modern day things like omg and Ipods... this poem speaks volumes of how the advances of today has mad for the youth to be lazier in what they do and leaving them ignorant to the real world.

[Sethnicity]

Wow way beyond my league...
This is what poetry should be.

[FireWoman]

They call themselves evolved, well, methinks they should regress into devolution. Rock back the ages to the tween stages where honor replaced entitlement. It makes my blood boil that the media gets to define the "it" girl, the must haves, and the fact that people respond like robots without missing a beat.