NaPoWriMo Day 9 + 10: An Abecedarian Calligram: Shadow of a Man

Shadow of a Man Version 6

Photoshop Manipulation by The Real Cie

 Shadow of a Man

             Amazing

                 Beautiful being

              Creature of love 

             Diamond in the rough

           Envisioning creating a better world

             Fanciness was foolishness in your eyes

           Gifted, talented, mind razor sharp

              Heart fragile as blown glass

               Ingenuous although leery

             Just a simple person

             Kind and gentle

             Little lost boy

             Mystery to himself

             Never really at peace

               Only the music made sense

             Pain drove him to erroneous choices

             Quietly he slipped away to recover

                Real and true and better than he knew

                   Such a gallant soul deserves far better

                  Than to die feeling abandoned and alone

                   Unquiet ghost haunting empty house

                  Valiant nonetheless unto the end

                  Wishes don't come true

                    Xanatos waits until

                    Your time reaches

                 Zero at last

                                       ~Cie~                     

                   

Notes:

The shape is an hourglass or an urn or something. I started out with idea of making a butterfly but gave up in frustration. Someone less dyslexic than I am might succeed.

To my wonderful writing sister Thalia for coming to my defense recently:

Love is the Ten of Swords

I love you.
Not just when it's tragically hip to do so.
Not just when your band is the "in thing."
Not just when you're young and unconventionally handsome.
Not just when things are going good.
Not because I'm a pretty girl (I'm not) who likes to prove she can get any man she sets her mind to.
Not only when it's a nice day or I'm hypomanic or at least the charnel smell isn't blowing down from the damn meat packing plant to the North of where I live.
Not even only when your beautiful, sharp mind is at its best and you're cooking up something new and wonderful.
I love you when it hurts like hell to do so.
I love you because you deserve to be loved.
I love you because you were, are, and always will be a cut above.
I love you because you're beautiful in the ways that really count.
I love you even though I know how it makes me look.
I love you even though it makes my heart feel like it's being ripped out by dull razor blades and sometimes stabbed through by burning swords.
It never ends--I always will love you.

Please visit this very talented artist. http://elric2012.deviantart.com/art/Ten-of-Swords-190084600

~Cie~

 

Cross-Posted to:

Dream about Me Sweet Brother

(NSFW blog. Contains slash/explicit gay erotica)

 

Poetry of the Netherworld

 

 

Even when he started showing signs of how frail and sick he was becoming, he still didn’t want to be a burden to anyone, and so he kept trying to be strong and do what he believed was right.

And so, this is why I can’t stop talking about him.

That and the fact that he saved my life more than once when I was a miserable, lonely, scapegoated, mentally ill teenager just by making music that was for people like me, not for the “cool” kids, but for the rejects, for the lonely, the angry, the pissed off. For people who everyone else thought was worthless. Malcolm Young did not give a rare rat fuck about being cool. I loved that about him—love that about him.

Always in the present tense, because that is a feeling that will never die.