Please excuse the comma splices, tense changes, verbosity, etc. I was just a youngin' and now I realize the error of my grammatical ways. Plus, I preferred the flowery and descriptive writing styles of the early 19th century and beyond rather than the short, journalistic post-Hemingway-style of writing. I love intense imagery and descriptions in general. Still deciding whether I should edit my old poetry for grammar mistakes or take the Beatnik approach and fuck it.

Disclaimer: I only wrote/write on bad days. Grand days have never inspired me enough to write as I've always used writing as an outlet. A majority of my poetry is angsty, dark humored, or depressing, however, I don't have depression, and I'm not self-destructive or suicidal by any means. My writing is mostly a tenfold representation of the kind of day I was having at the time. Embellishing the realities of my bad days on paper helped turn them into good days. Not sticking my head into an oven anytime soon (or ever, actually). :P +10 points if you got the reference.

Thanks for reading! Feel free to comment

Saturday, March 21, 2009

The Partnership of Sol and Luna

I now pronounce you Sun and Moon,
You may kiss the sky.

No love at first sight,
Sol evades Luna,
Luna eludes Sol.

Luna, a rebel,
A loner,
Out past season's curfew.

Man and wife,
Span and strife,
Confined by Earth’s restraining order,
Never to meet face to face—
Arranged marriage.

Something old,
Something new,
Sol is borrowed,
Luna-- blue.

Sol, emasculated by Luna,
She steals his lucid light.

Sallow shimmer of sadness,
Replacing anger that lights the sky.

Battle fought religiously over kitchen table in the sky.

No voices, just gestures.
Not seen, but felt.
Earth remains idle,
Caught in middle of millennia of bickering.

Sol contemplates his existence--
Sinks into horizon’s death box.

Luna reawakens with relentless beauty,
Overshadows significant other.

Clink of glasses at non-Emaculate reception,
A celestial unity between two adversaries.

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