Art Inspired By Art

Inspired by the callaborative work of art "The Antidote"
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by Moonspell and Jose Luis Peixoto
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I.
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Weeping.
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The redemption of
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a tragic moment.
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Self-imprisoned,
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spiraling outward,
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blissfully.
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oblivious.
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Would it seem untoward,
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if I told you that
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"I am worthy of burning?"
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I could choke
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on these tears
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and live forever
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in the womb
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of your sorrow.
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No decline.
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No tomorrow.
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AN ETERNAL TODAY.
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II.
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With this luminescent terror we are bombarded
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so as to better understand the smothering darkness.
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And likewise how profoundly with this chill are we stricken
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so as to better appreciate our consumation in the fire.
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Have you contemplated the depths (of that which you are)
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while traversing the rain-soaked highways of your imagination,
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inhaling the moisture that, once, was air, redolent
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with the lust of infinite, infernal passions?
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This permeable transformation remains, undeniable,
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though too often assuming the wicked moniker of fear,
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a countenance of revulsion that stifles a love, intrinsic.
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and I weep for them.
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and I feel sick.
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were it that I even knew they had existed.
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III.
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Antithetical affirmation- how I have welcomed your violation!
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Synchronicity, the current upon which are born wings of liberation,
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that so insatiably should my cacoon be smothered,
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yet that I could still burst forth.
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yet that I could still burst forth.
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IV.
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Ha! Adorable delusion!
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A love so perfect,
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an act of confusion!
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Action.
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Reaction.
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Conclusion.
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that is extreamly powerful! the best i've read on here for a while! i love it!

 

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Oh my, very word strong... to the uninitiated, i'm afraid,

this may be...

ostentatious, confusing,

but after contemplating the depths,

they should discover sunshine on the highway,

liberation from tragedy,

good work, mate!

 

thank you. i cannot urge enough that anyone with the time and inclination to read indulge themselves in jose luis peixoto. paradoxically inspiring it is, indeed.

much love

 

I.
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Weeping.
​

The redemption of
​

a tragic moment.
​

Self-imprisoned,
​

spiraling outward,
​

blissfully.
​

oblivious.
​

Would it seem untoward,
​

if I told you that
​

"I am worthy of burning?"
​

I could choke
​

on these tears
​

and live forever
​

in the womb
​

of your sorrow.
​

No decline.
​

No tomorrow.
​

I feel like a abyss diver caught on a luminous reef. I'm going to hang out here and ponder this first part to the rain....​

 

That was great, osiris, those poems sent shivers up my spine.

 

May I add my well deserved ego stroking to your collection?
You capture well, seduce with words, dazzle and then choke with truth.