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    dots Submission Name: The Crimson Shadow of Wonderdots
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    Author: rev.jpfadeproof
    ASL Info:    27/m/nyc
    Elite Ratio:    6.14 - 366/359/149
    Words: 502
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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       "one day you will be old enough to read fairy tales"
    c.s. lewis
    wonder is to the soul as skeletal muscle is to the body. wonder at last i have found you...

    dimorphic: occurring in two distinct forms <dimorphic leaves> <sexually dimorphic coloration in birds>
    2 : combining qualities of two kinds of individuals in one

    cisplatin: a platinum-containing antineoplastic drug Cl2H6N2Pt used especially in the treatment of testicular and ovarian tumors and advanced bladder cancer



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    dotsThe Crimson Shadow of Wonderdots
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    Wonder…
    Dimorphic spawn of magic conceptualization
    You have become elusive
    Like a courtesan’s ample body
    immersed in ambergris
    Dusted with the falling embers
    from a shattered star
    Nothing more than a cliché
    Abortive words forged from mute lips
    Descending upon deaf ears
    That tormented souls once uttered

    Imago scales of iridescent melanin
    Burrow beneath the crevasses
    of my stained fingers
    Your post-mortem wings reduced to ash
    Scattered throughout the sacred soil
    of unrequited dreams
    As a requiem for hope

    I have vagrantly traversed this barren sphere
    As illegitimate semen through
    the cystic fallopian tubes of a mistress
    With every calculated decision wielded
    I pierced the horizon
    In solemnity she bled
    As a centaur in the distance plucked his lyre
    The dryads mused
    As the slithering ground cooed
    beneath my blistered feet

    As dragon fairies on bloodied flowers
    Tasted of another’s flesh

    Enveloped by the silvery blue moon
    Snarls a ravenous wolf
    With a tiny red velvet coat clenched
    between his serrated teeth
    The stench of perversion lingering upon his snout
    "Pegasus has fallen"!
    (Shouts an ogre his beard dyed with troll entrails)
    His bloated frame crashing through the atmosphere
    Leather band firmly entwined around his arm
    The surface mushrooms with the impact
    Asphyxiating a doe-eyed girl
    Placing a cracked glass slipper upon her prosthesis
    Captive in a cruel tower piercing forlorn eyes blankly stare
    Through the battlement as a witness
    Her Cisplatin infused body desperately trembles
    As she patiently braids
    her long golden locks into a noose
    There a valiant prince mourns
    His ambrosial faced beauty eternally asleep struck down by a mortar

    My broken body plunging toward the earth
    As my groans pounded against the ponderous brass heavens
    There I wept as those that have been long dead

    When at that precise moment the mountains vehemently quaked
    (Quaked as a universe in travail)
    As a glorious Lion expelled alive from His tomb
    Like a pristine tsunami through a scorched desert
    His huge mane riding the current of the sweet breeze
    In concert with the budding flowers
    He galloped upon scarred paws
    His heart heralding through His lacerated side
    His eyes blazed as truth consuming my frail form
    His roar falling unto my soul as a whisper saying:

    "True magic is not a sorcery
    But a reckoning of infinitude
    An apprehension of all that is lovely
    All that is pure

    It permeates our proximity
    Its nature is quite paradoxical
    Magic is rooted in eternity
    The branches whereof spread throughout all
    Time and happily ever after

    It is indomitable in essence
    And inexhaustible in content
    It is conjured by hope
    Sustained by belief
    And enabled by faith

    It can be found beneath
    the crimson shadow of the rugged cross
    Where the sacrificial blood flows”






    Submitted on 2006-12-16 16:52:00     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      It's quite hard to understand. I had to stop a few times to let each sentence sink in. But I do like the religious aspect of it mixed with what seems to me lost hope.
    | Posted on 2007-01-09 00:00:00 | by Gothic Misery | [ Reply to This ]
      ok... comment time... you have left me speechless long enough...
    *sigh* i really have been dreading this since i am often quite intimidated by your writing style but here goes my love...

    first i am very glad that i have downloaded a dictionary add-on to firefox because there sure were a lot of words for me to look up here! where have you learned so many words? honestly, i don't know... your intellect level is way above mine, my love. sometimes i get frustrated because my feeble mind really can not completely grasp the fullness of your concepts in writing... but i have come to learn that every word that you delicately place and pick into your poetry is not an idle word. every word has a hidden meaning, and deeper thought than what is eternally displayed.

    i wont go into interpreting your work and writing about what the symbolism means because i do not want to rob other readers of searching them out for themselves. i also want to leave room for personal interpretation and application, but what i draw from this piece i will comment about.

    wonder... in this day an age it is very unappreciated and highly taken for granted... wonder... wow! what an amazing thing it really is... wonder adds fragrance and hope to our lives. it is the garnish of happiness and the sprig of joy to our days.

    the way the moon with its luminous and sultry rays spill over a couple’s bare silhouette as they entwine as one- there is wonder to be found there.

    a small and curious child is in awe when her father makes the quarter disappear behind her tiny ear- there is wonder in this moment.

    the way your lover’s hair tosses...

    the strength in your relative’s hands...

    a dance...
    a first kiss...
    a thunderstorm...
    a birth...
    a miracle...

    there is such wonder all these...

    but what happens?... somehow, somewhere our wonder gets stolen, perverted, cheapened.

    a once loving couple now rages in divorce after one of them commits adultery- wonder is lost...

    a once small and lively child is now broken, exploited by a sexually abusive father.... wonder is lost...

    her hair is now gone with cancer...

    his hands now tremble with Parkinson's...

    a cripple...
    a betrayal...
    a famine and drought...
    a death...
    a disappointment...

    wonder is lost...

    and what then happens to the soul? bitterness, anger, distrust, meaningless, hopelessness... i think that you have captured all this in your poem... how our wonder gets stolen and perverted. but you also add something in your poem that so rarely gets offered...
    a solution! a salvation!
    yes, our wonder can be robbed and life can definitely be stripped of the very fabric of our existence- hope... but in Christ all of that can be restored! In Jesus true wonder and awe and amazement can be found. He can restore! PEOPLE THERE IS GOOD NEWS!!! JESUS CAN RESTORE!!!

    john, your offer hope in this poem. you point us in the right direction- onward to Christ. i am grateful for that. i think you have done an excellent job. thanks for reminding me that wonder is amazing and much needed and more importantly, can be found in Jesus!

    i love you both.
    | Posted on 2006-12-18 00:00:00 | by Sacred Sindy | [ Reply to This ]
      "True magic is not a sorcery
    But a reckoning of infinitude
    An apprehension of all that is lovely
    All that is pure

    It permeates our proximity
    Its nature is quite paradoxical
    Magic is rooted in eternity
    The branches whereof spread throughout all
    Time and happily ever after

    It is indomitable in essence
    And inexhaustible in content
    It is conjured by hope
    Sustained by belief
    And enabled by faith



    Quite interesting that you include the moral of the story in such a way that it doesn't appear intrusive or simplistic but is a natural encapsulation of the theme in sleek focus. You appear to have the capacity to write fables for adult children, Reverend. Since I've commented on each section as it was written, I have no more to add to the finished product (nor is there anything that could be added).

    Nicely done, J.P.
    Bill.
    | Posted on 2006-12-18 00:00:00 | by rws | [ Reply to This ]
      i love the fact that this piece feels more like a fairytale. i liked this part the most probably:

    Your post-mortem wings reduced to ash
    Scattered throughout the sacred soil
    of unrequited dreams
    As a requiem for hope

    your work is truly deep and meaningful. maybe overly descriptive but i guess that adds to the appeal.

    keep on writing

    kat

    | Posted on 2006-12-17 00:00:00 | by moonlitsky | [ Reply to This ]
      Wow man, this is great stuff. And I really don't say that often. Some of the wording could be trimmed down if you so desired, but I get what you mean and it all fits. I've read a lot of fairytales and myths so this appeals to me greatly.

    I'm so rusty at commenting. I just wanted to say I read it and was impressed. Your verbal skills are pretty sharp.

    Peace,

    Jase
    | Posted on 2006-12-17 00:00:00 | by alteredlife | [ Reply to This ]
      Interesting write, john-paul, you seem to give us glimpses of many fairy tales along the way in this. I can see you've read enough of these kinds of works to be writing your own. Or at least finding some stories among the elements of your unconscious.

    But I have to go for theme here because you know it's what I like to uncover best. Coming from the perspective of c.s. lewis I think that as we become more adult, our sense of wonder fully matures and we can travel the inside of our imagination with no fear or even regret.

    And in this, you've chosen to travel the darkside, even pushing you envelope a bit as you declare yourself as one piercing the darkside just to see what she is all about. And while you take this journey which is almost like the myths fathers tell their sons and mothers relate to their daughters, you leave the idea of moral ground to us, without revealing your stance. Simply put, the wonder is found in believing in what we can't see, the Christ.

    While we are all waiting in line for the ulitimate love, our bride is right there before us. Nice work john-paul will you remember me when you're famous?

    Nan
    | Posted on 2006-12-17 00:00:00 | by nansofast | [ Reply to This ]
      i love the mystical, fairytale feel. although some of the words were over my head, it had me spellbound, enthralled. it's so beautifully written. very descriptive, too. i could see everything in my mind...this is truly wonderful. it has a dark side to it that appeals to me, very interesting piece indeed. i can't find a fav part, although the 'beard dyed with troll entrails' has stuck in my head!! lol
    you really are a marvel!!
    in one word ~ AWESOME
    michelle
    | Posted on 2006-12-17 00:00:00 | by whirl | [ Reply to This ]


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