o why must you taunt me now
tormenting tears from these
weary eyes longing for her
hungry for the mere sight
a bare glimpse of my beloved
i would so curse your barren soul
this coldest heart of darkness
dripping callous cringing lips
of your desiccated flayed flesh
facing the world in brazen jest
but how could i dare condemn
the only world i may know
the truest realm to which
my senses reeling adhere in
fitting fear and foulest desire
would it please you demon more
perhaps to see me craven beg
pleading for the very embrace
you would never allowance
give, cower though i might
o night, the time approaches
however pale and ponderously
when a decision must be made
and paid for most dearly with
an ounce of flesh or more
then grant me this at least
you most ruthless bastard:
to be a man in her embrace
once more before i decaying
become but ashes in yours
Salt Lake City 02 Oct 2012
George Ellington 
Terrific ending lines — and I don’t want to stop here, I need the flow to continue.
I love this George, who fiercely delivers the agony(Passion) to Hades.
It is this persistent flow you create for love in brevity, which reveals you on a larger note. I see what you were referring to, when you commented on my post recently.
You the audacious seeker, and you the intimate lover.
How shall I describe you ? leave this —
but how beautifully she is reading you there.
Wooh!
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Oh yes, my friend, she reads me so well. I observed recently in another of my verses that it seems she has always known me. Before we had even met. She knew this “us” was right before we had even spoken. She highlights in my thoughts the very mystical nature of life so sweetly untainted by material being. And yet at the same time, she drives the needs of my physical self to utter distraction. … And somehow, all of that led me to write about Hades. And death. Have you noticed, Pawan, how being touched by love, being embraced by passion, we become so much more aware of our mortality? More intimately aware of what we have to live for.
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She is wise and a mind reader too. You are perfectly settled in her feathery hands. She is wisdom for you.
I understand — the touch, the need, and the love, which stems out from the distraction.
I noticed it ,George. It is love for love that lives. Being aware intimately, you are reading about two souls in one robe of love. 🙂
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Ah, beautifully written, Pawan. Just beautiful.
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haunting, and broke me down internally…I oddly LOVE this piece of writing George.
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Writing this held a comparable experience for me, RL. As I was just explaining in response to Pawan, it stunned me last night that as I sat and wrote about love, I found myself inescapably writing about death. And how powerfully these emotions, these desires can impact us spiritually, physically. When I was diagnosed with Crohn’s Disease, I faced for the first time in my life a condition that reminded me of what it means to be mortal, of how much pain the human body can endure before expiring. Perhaps quietly, perhaps agonizingly. And suddenly I thought, however sure the end must be — and yes the end must come — I have been touched so deeply by love now that I do not – want – this life – to end.
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Yes…exactly, we were created to live forever, but, do not. Yes, pain that borders death, physical, mental, spiritual…we should wish to die…but, we wish to live, despite whatever pain it involves. Thank god! Or where would all the artists and poets be. We’d all be dead…{Smiles} And then where would the rest of humanity be…in some dark well, glued to their TV, experiencing the deep drug of indifference. Our calling…to reawaken the hearts, souls, minds…and feel truly alive…the joy-pain spectrum. In all its brutality. xo have a great day friend.
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Oh, I must be a cynic. I got quite a laugh out of that–where the world would be without artists and poets. Thanks, RL. And a great day to you, as well.
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