Welcome to my sanctuary where freedom, aesthetics, death, love, power, pleasure, fear, hope, bliss, dysfunction, creation, sadness, art, history, politics, conflict, and the condition of the collective psyche are gathered together. I believe that poetry represents the purest form of contemplative energy, the inspired release of the sensory and spiritual, and the primal, cognitive catharsis of chaos and fantasy out of structure and reality. Poetry is the immortal voice of faith, the written ceremonial dream, and the sacred manifestation of the passionate, irrational, and idealistic self. All true poets must initiate themselves in the abyss of the subconscious in order to become a keeper of the living Word, a master of the explorative power of the depraved soul, and a panacea to the pain of an unrealised Humanity.
Scourge, my first book of poetry, is ready for purchase at http://www.amazon.com/SCOURGE-Wayne-Paul/dp/142578576X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1211332158&sr=8-1. On this site, feel free to read excerpts from the book, browse the features, and immerse yourself in the information. If you don't know what the definition of the word "scourge" is, I hope you'll find out soon enough...
Excerpts from SCOURGE
Inside a Woman
Leading you by the wrist
Arriving at our trist
You feel my neck-soft kiss
Then let me into you
Pushing my passion through
Each stroke to share with me
Your instincts to set free
We'll bleed the moon tonight
I'll save you from your plight
I'm hard inside of you
Deep where desire grew
Your skin so smooth to test
Sigh as you heave your breast
Just let me see your face
We'll purify this place
Ours is a fated task
Thrusting upon the grass
Flesh fusing into one
Gasping until we're done
To you my seed is given
Abate the carnal rhythm
And now I've entered in
Content like bloated sin
Please open yourself again.
-2000
A Theme Regurgitated
Love--art thou not a snake?
Dost thy strike induce mine heart to quake?
Wouldst thou snare solace in thy coils
Whilst my injured esteem toils?
Love--oust thyself ergo I wake!
Love art thou not a curse?
Wherefore hast thou my distress made worse?
Hath thy plot render'd hope be slain?
Lest I long to dream in vain?
Love--thy feats spoil the poet's verse!
Love--art thou not a thief?
Thine envy hath swindled joy for grief!
Hitherto trusting all for naught!
Whence came passion so distraught!
Love--I adjure thee for relief!
How oft I've seized what thou forbade!
In youth's brash sleep I've disobeyed!
Sweet vintage in a lonely glade!
Elysium of constant shade!
Thy vileness we shall promptly smite.
Mankind enfin can chance to gloat!
Impaled upon the words we write,
We've honed our craft to cut your throat!
-2004
Wayne Paul
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Scourge
Scourge (skurj) n. 1. A source of widespread dreadful affliction and devastation such as that of war. 2. A means of inflicting severe suffering, vengeance, or punishment.
My book of poetry, Scourge, is ready for purchase at https://www2.xlibris.com/bookstore/bookdisplay.asp?bookid=35215. An exerpt from the book is available for viewing, along with an author bio and a description of my thoughts about the book. Scourge is also availabe at http://www.amazon.com/SCOURGE-Wayne-Paul/dp/142578576X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1211332158&sr=8-1. During this recessive period of war-driven, Republican-profligate spending, your contribution to the world of art is greatly appreciated.
Please feel free to leave a comment, critique, or question on this site about the book , poetry, art, or any thoughts about the world you may hold. This is my first published piece, and includes what I consider to be the best representation of my work over the past nine years. Don't hesitate to share your feelings and please, be as explicit and truthful as possible.
A Voice to the Ages
I believe that the greatest artists are those who are able to transcend the experiences of their personal lives to create something beyond the walls of emotional association within which they are confined. They affect lasting change upon their respective societies and influence the new past of the unborn world through the exploration of the infinite mind. Great art expands the frontier of expectation, faith, mystery, sentiment, and the meaning of the psychological condition. That which is remembered and venerated as such is powerful, profound, eternal.