The pains of living life in full splendor


To be born into this world of dirt
into the bravest contest

in mind, and heart on fire
when nobody dares to feel

but me

Ready to be
hunted by wolves
as the priest in me

is ready to take on
the coldest winter

with no shoes in the storm

I am Oliver Twisted, a kid
growing into a Lion as a man

The birth pains are compared to life
and still I smile
on occasion
when I don't cry

and the filmmaker, The God
wrote a script where his Son was to create
us, again

From humble pain

As they drove him away to the wire

"Born into this
walking and living through this" ( Bukowski )

And all is all and me am I
and you are sought after
by the healing hands
of Christ

to roam the earth
to mend it in the gut

to say goodbye to dust

writing letters to God

She will understand it all








Poetry by Ivan R
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Written on 2015-07-01 at 02:19

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
There's a dark energy to this poem. I enjoyed it.
2015-07-02



So deep and Bukowskiesk in its darkness. The many images of life and myth combined and well described. A poem that evokes intense feelings in the reader. Well done.***
2015-07-01



Like ''Oliver Twisted'' and ''the priest in me.'' Intense and insightful.
2015-07-01