For
the lack of a better comparison
It
would be like the executioners chair
Rabid
for truth, beauty and justice
But
sad in it's ugly simplicity
You
are looking at Nirvana's face
But
you can't seem to pull the trigger
Roll
on three........
©
2011 Crowley
Whoosh!!! This one says everything in its succinct brilliance.
ReplyDeleteagain, very different from your earlier ones.very compact and powerfully packed.but I guess, the experience would vary in accordance with the reader's perception of what Jesus stands for.
ReplyDeleteHave to agree with Kerry, this is brilliant! Poetry like an executioner's chair...now that's a thought I'll be pondering for a while.
ReplyDeleteI love the vry idea of Jesus writing a poem - that would make a cool writing exercise......yoiks re the last lines - looking at Nirvana, but unable to pull the trigger. Pretty powerful stuff, kiddo.
ReplyDelete"You are looking at Nirvana's face
ReplyDeleteBut you can't seem to pull the trigger" WOw!
"You are looking at Nirvana's face
ReplyDeleteBut you can't seem to pull the trigger" Just WOW!
Amazing. I tend to see all your work this way, so I am not surprised. Great, great, great!
ReplyDeleteWhat can I say...very thought provoking and packs a punch ~
ReplyDeleteI think it's brevity lends it its punch. I would argue there's a lot more there, but I never know when to shut up. Spare but plenty powerful, thank you.
ReplyDeleteJesus wrote MUCH poetry, I believe....but then again, I am sure you know that.
ReplyDeleteBeyond that, your poem strikes a strong chord. Executioner's chair - yikes.
Wow, can't get this one out of my mind now. This is inspirational and has me thinking now about what I think Jesus writing poetry would be like. Wow!
ReplyDeleteRabid for truth, beauty and justice
ReplyDeleteThis line especially rabid for truth really got me! Thank you, for visiting my words today and great piece to ponder here!
I had better not put about Jesus not being able to write a poem uhem ;) However kewl scribe
ReplyDelete"For the lack of a better comparison
ReplyDeleteIt would be like the executioners chair"
The ugly truth, morbid in its care. We often lack the courage to venture out different from what others are doing! Great Write!
Hank
this is philosophy posing as a poem. sly trick, you clever thing.
ReplyDeletethe electric chair image is brilliant on so many levels. plus its a hell of a conversation piece.
sledgehammer of a piece.
Sometimes its almost easier to say it short--though it can take hours to get it right--this feels spontaneous as a reflex clench on that trigger when something flashes up in your peripheral vision and you think it might want to eat you. Great concept, Corey, and exemplary execution (no pun intended.;_) )
ReplyDeleteBuddy you have my head spinning with this one - tight and hard like rabbit punches. Great though, really good!
ReplyDelete"the executioners chair
ReplyDeleteRabid for truth"
That is the ultimate moment of truth, clarity, and terror.
"Rabid for truth, beauty and justice
ReplyDeleteBut sad in it's ugly simplicity"
The coupling of rabid with the three nouns in this line is both unsettling and affirming. This feels so modern world to me, because we often consider simplicity sad or ugly.
Wow, you really imparted us with so much impact in these words!
ReplyDelete"rabid for truth, beauty and justice"
I have to read it again!
Well Done :D
I really wish I understood this poem. The executioners chair is for criminals - of course, Jesus was considered a criminal. But he really was "beauty, truth, & justice". I don't see how "sad in it's ugly simplicity" fits and Nirvana is the buddhist version of heaven? The end makes me think of gambling... and I know you just had such a weekend.
ReplyDeleteHmm. I would love an explanation if you feel like giving one (I know not all poets like to do that) but I am curious. I seem to be the only dimwitted one... ;P
Reading this was like looking in the mirror. I love the abstract notions and how they tie together if I close my eyes and repeat them outloud, as if I chanted this in the bathroom at midnight I would be visited by magnificent demons (who would make a great dirty martini and help my sort out my record collection)...onward and viva la
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