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...

[LilyT]

Your mythic mind is phenomenal.


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


Your personal myth even more so. A moral tale, an epic tale, a fable unlike any other ever written.

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

[Ed Hart]

the ' Forbidden Tree' took root in us, and we in it, and with its fruit we nourish our souls...for all the woe and fear encircling our primal roots, some part of us remembers enough to call it Eden, and also yearn in the other direction for some unlikely afterlife...you are my very angel

[Robin]

an orobouros glowing in your unique light ~ and that's the thing isn't ? that Eden is still there , even if only in the eyes of a dreamer

[.]

the mix of the old and new all embraced in the selene twist adds to the message..have we become to arrogant for our own good..losing the very essense of us in a world which is struggling to cope..inoccence is long gone..

[Ruth]

Selene..this is so fabulous! I am sorry if that is not the word lol But wow!
Only your talent could make this work...blends so well...superb love!
xx

[SpokenWord]

Things like this should be burried under that tree for it is our knowledge that created it and took us so far off the path intended. It is a paradise we will never see again for we are now too full, too blind and too much into self to ever see so clearly again. Sharp, witty write with well placed visions through out.

[Crowley]

It is hard to keep them in that bubble when the world is full of pricks.....great angle and true enough. This one is damn near impossible to stop. Great Writing.