Bonjour SGites!
As I'm still very new to the site and many lovely fellow SGers ask me what I do I thought I'd introduce some of my work with a poem ( as that's mainly what I do). This is one I wrote this one ages ago, but since it's called 'Strip Tease' I thought it appropriate.
Let me show you I can write a poem-
watch as I twist words into beauty
Make them dance off the page
in a tantalizing strip tease arousing your senses
I'm going to jimmy open the window to your bedroom
and slip into your mind while you sleep
and with stealth like precision project my
potential on the ceiling above
instilling a subconscious slideshow
Starring snapshots of my soul
With this poem I am adjusting the f o c u s
Slicing the light and shaping the shadows
Drawing your attention to
The constant film noir narrative
That bleeds
thick
black
blood from my fingers
Soiling, stealing the innocence
Of the fresh untouched page
raping
it with furious desire
to create, to express, to expose myself to strangers
With masochistic delight as their
Critical eyes scan the surface of my dreams
holding my destiny in one hand
a latte in the other.
This is me.
This is my passion.
And this is my poem.
As I'm still very new to the site and many lovely fellow SGers ask me what I do I thought I'd introduce some of my work with a poem ( as that's mainly what I do). This is one I wrote this one ages ago, but since it's called 'Strip Tease' I thought it appropriate.
Let me show you I can write a poem-
watch as I twist words into beauty
Make them dance off the page
in a tantalizing strip tease arousing your senses
I'm going to jimmy open the window to your bedroom
and slip into your mind while you sleep
and with stealth like precision project my
potential on the ceiling above
instilling a subconscious slideshow
Starring snapshots of my soul
With this poem I am adjusting the f o c u s
Slicing the light and shaping the shadows
Drawing your attention to
The constant film noir narrative
That bleeds
thick
black
blood from my fingers
Soiling, stealing the innocence
Of the fresh untouched page
raping
it with furious desire
to create, to express, to expose myself to strangers
With masochistic delight as their
Critical eyes scan the surface of my dreams
holding my destiny in one hand
a latte in the other.
This is me.
This is my passion.
And this is my poem.
(you missed an 's' in the first sentence. And there's no 'e' in 'noir' )