The Real Snake Pit

Boredom strikes
Like a deadly venom
The real snake pit
Sucking life
Deforming  limbs

Vapid
Bound
Hidden

Lost strolls
Down
The dirty boulevard
Surreal faces
Beauty
A full time diversion

Into self destruction

Wanting to feel
Wanting to crave
Desperate
Last breath passion

The final exodus
A lasting tribute
To something
Built
On poor foundations

Poverty
Of the soul
Never sleeps
Restless for rebirth

Or a truth
That will crush
The entire world
With
Its utterance

~ by bindo on July 8, 2009.

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7 Responses to “The Real Snake Pit”

  1. Yass!!!! Cheap lovers make expensive wives….

    I cant imagine 10 blogs….
    What I dig is your devotion toward genre, not mixing it up, so as not to turn it into something unrecognizable…
    I see this all too often..
    Like a mind without discipline

    Seedy bars? If you see Nick say hello for me!

    bindo said this on July 8, 2009 at 3:29 pm

  2. What Charles said – and what this poem represents – is exactly why I love you! You’re the anti-romantic! Raw! Wounded! Dark! You aren’t afraid of talking about the ugly things – and in doing so – regardless of your intention – you make them beautiful.

    poeticgrin said this on July 8, 2009 at 5:43 pm

  3. I am mystified…
    Your insight is beautiful

    bindo said this on July 8, 2009 at 5:49 pm

  4. stupendous

    Disturbed Stranger said this on July 11, 2009 at 1:10 pm

  5. From you, a true compliment…Thanks

    bindo said this on July 11, 2009 at 4:39 pm

  6. ‘wanting to feel, wanting to crave’ …yes giving voice to the ugly, making it beautiful… yes! I wish I had read your poetry as a teenager. impacting.

    Cindy Hanson said this on July 23, 2009 at 4:10 am

  7. Wow, THAT was a cool compliment!

    bindo said this on July 23, 2009 at 4:25 pm

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