tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53216205936622390262024-02-20T09:45:15.501-06:00The Sonnets of Lance HunterSay it in 14 lines.Lance Hunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12508516032247880784noreply@blogger.comBlogger100125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5321620593662239026.post-12793120372427414392011-10-31T15:33:00.002-05:002011-10-31T15:37:41.203-05:00For GYou stack paper like a rapper’s cliche,<br />
Bound book and loose leaf completely covered<br />
In dense deep dreams, like a burning bouquet<br />
Of the future. They say you discovered<br />
Some secret corridor to a place where<br />
Poetry falls from the sky in torrents<br />
While epiphanies dance like Fred Astaire.<br />
Each wild wonderful word you write warrants<br />
Careful consideration. Because you<br />
Did discover the perfect poetic<br />
Place. It’s all around us, you just cut through<br />
The bullshit with razor-sharp aesthetic<br />
And expose all the wonder we forsake,<br />
‘Cause you are the motherfucking CUPCAKE!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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Claimed this calm configuration of words?<br />
You find so few of them in the wild, the<br />
Sad specimens hobbled like awkward birds,<br />
High-school homework littered with archaic<br />
Language and dusty turns of phrase that serve<br />
To create a pitiful mosaic<br />
For any that that take the time to observe.<br />
Will this form die along with the old man<br />
On the radio and his audience<br />
Of English professors? Is there a plan<br />
To fight furious for the form's defense?<br />
No. There's not. Compose the sonnet's obit,<br />
But know this sonnet lives while you read it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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Adopt my nelly queen persona if<br />
I actually want to converse with you<br />
On a human level. You catch my whiff<br />
Of flaming homosexuality<br />
And slowly set aside your weaponry<br />
That razor-sharp sexy smile you see<br />
As a way to dominate guys like me<br />
So that they know they cannot control you.<br />
A target since puberty, you just don't<br />
Approach until you know I won't pursue.<br />
Now we can just be two people, you won't<br />
Treat me like the predators of your youth.<br />
Sometimes it takes a mask to show the truth.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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Perhaps the highest calling of our age<br />
Is to disarm an idealist, and to<br />
Speak the nuance of the truth to the rage<br />
Of those who only see in stark contrasts.<br />
Expose the lie of the simple answer<br />
That's twisted a million mistaken pasts,<br />
Created chaos and been a cancer<br />
On our path to a better tomorrow.<br />
Let there be passion for the pragmatic.<br />
Remember we're all fallible, and go<br />
Teach them how to see the problematic<br />
In all that claims to be the one true way.<br />
Let doubt weed out absolutes that betray.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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Each step an intense task, each new footfall<br />
Ecstatic victory. We all admire<br />
That you proudly show us you will not crawl.<br />
But each triumph gives way to new tension<br />
Another chance to fail, to fall, and find<br />
Yourself beaten by the wire. Suspension<br />
Such as yours was only ever designed<br />
To last so long, one end to the other<br />
But you tight-rope-walk a trail without end<br />
You let temporary tension smother<br />
Long-term planning, a fatal flaw, my friend.<br />
And I know you can't tell that this is dire<br />
'Cause you can't see the forest for the fire.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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When the only things that you pursue are<br />
The ones that retreat further and faster.<br />
The best way to make sure that you never<br />
Get what you want is to only want what<br />
Doesn't want you. And the best way to stay<br />
Most miserable, like, punch-in-the-gut<br />
Pained and agonized, is to change the way<br />
You are in hopes that you can make someone<br />
Love you, to adopt a completely new<br />
Personality and hope when you're done<br />
The one you want will suddenly want you.<br />
It's pointless to point out this misery<br />
'Cause I know that's how you want it to be.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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It's just another step forward on the<br />
Journey. As much as you'd like to pretend<br />
The credits will roll and you will be free<br />
When you finally share that climactic kiss<br />
The only thing I can guarantee is<br />
That once you come up for air, all of this<br />
Will still be here, no matter what she says.<br />
And as long as your love may last, the earth<br />
Will still be spinning long after the last<br />
Memory of you has passed. So what worth<br />
Is there in love that's destined for the past?<br />
It has only the value you give it.<br />
So don't try to capture love, just live it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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Wear its way through her walls while I wait with<br />
Patience just outside her gate. I undo<br />
Her defenses and make myself a myth<br />
Of everything she needs but can't have yet.<br />
I'll become the person that she's always<br />
Pictured at her side. She will frown and fret<br />
With worry while thinking of all the ways<br />
She could mess up and miss out on her chance<br />
To be with me. And in the end I won't<br />
Have to beat down her gate, she'll let me dance<br />
Right in. That's when I'l leave, because I don't<br />
Want her. I don't want anyone at all.<br />
What I want is to watch defenses fall.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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The tools to create countless works of art<br />
And publish them for the whole world to view.<br />
They're waiting for you to pour out your heart,<br />
Waiting for you to start using your voice.<br />
So why aren't you saying anything? By<br />
Just sitting there you've made the choice<br />
To not create, and that means it's a lie<br />
When you tell yourself that you could make it<br />
If you just had the opportunity.<br />
You can't make it because you can't commit<br />
And because you lack the ability.<br />
My computer gives the world bit by bit<br />
To remind me I'm not worthy of it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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That I act out of pure self-interest.<br />
But she can't see the way so many run<br />
To take my side, to join me on my quest.<br />
We're ready to find a way out of this<br />
Swamp of suppressive shame, leaving behind<br />
Those who would wallow in their own abyss.<br />
We will evolve and become a new kind,<br />
We'll use the gifts we've been blessed with, and leave<br />
Ruined the hate that used to make us doubt.<br />
We'll triumph, because of what we perceive.<br />
Next time she says I'm alone, I will shout<br />
A truth that you can mount on your steeple,<br />
I represent the beautiful people.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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Tale, an example of hedonism's<br />
Dark consequences. Fate will not bury<br />
My pleasures in comeuppance, no schisms<br />
Will cleave me from those whom I care for most.<br />
There is no shame in pursuing pleasure,<br />
So tell your father, son, and holy ghost<br />
That I have found my own earthly treasure<br />
And I will continue to enjoy all<br />
That this life has allowed me to receive.<br />
So I will take this joy on the long haul<br />
All the way to the grave, 'cause I believe<br />
Pleasure begets pleasure, joy begets joy.<br />
There's so much out there, so I won't be coy.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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Wish I could congratulate you on your<br />
Victory. But I know the facts, and my<br />
Heart simply cannot be brought to ignore<br />
The way she quivered when she held me close,<br />
Her pulse racing as those thin arms tried to<br />
Capture desires she could only expose<br />
In those secret silent moments the two<br />
Of us shared. I know that passion frightened<br />
Her. It was the first time she lost control.<br />
Now she's with you, holding back the heightened<br />
Passions she knows you can't stir in her soul.<br />
She chose you out of cold calculation,<br />
And that is no cause for celebration.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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Significant today than in the past.<br />
It doesn't feel far when you can express<br />
Whatever's on your mind in a quick blast<br />
That travels, instantly, around the globe.<br />
And so I've read your thoughts, I've seen your art,<br />
Your voice has echoed in my prefrontal lobe,<br />
But I still felt your absence in my heart.<br />
Because some things can only be conveyed<br />
When we share the same air, stand face to face,<br />
When I can see your subtle signs displayed<br />
In ways cameras cannot capture or trace.<br />
No simulacrum will ever explain<br />
How it will feel to embrace you again.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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Pursuit of wild and reckless abandon?<br />
Because I think it's high fucking time we<br />
Scorch the sky like our joy was some new sun.<br />
I want to set off something so stunning<br />
Our names will turn to totems that future<br />
Party people will invoke when gunning<br />
For the greatest night of their lives. Let's tour<br />
The border between too much and way, way<br />
Too much. I'm prepared to make the edge a<br />
Mere memory left behind, far away,<br />
As we go hunting for the next hurrah.<br />
Take my hand and we will turn legends true.<br />
I could only have this much fun with you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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Not permission" approach to boundaries.<br />
He simply expects her to acquiesce<br />
And if she gives him an inch, then he'll seize<br />
Everything that lay before him, until<br />
The word "no" finally falls from her lips.<br />
Then his progress will halt, he will sit still,<br />
His hands set like stone held on to her hips.<br />
Though there is no forward motion, reverse<br />
Doesn't begin until she demands it.<br />
I can't comprehend how he can coerce<br />
Them into giving more than they'd permit<br />
If he were to ask first, but I can tell<br />
It feels wrong to seduce with the hard sell.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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Where it was tied by a traveller three<br />
Days prior. The tiny tincture's small speck<br />
Of magic make it love potion, ready<br />
To be imbibed by that special someone<br />
And shared with me the moment we meet in<br />
This dusty bacchanal. Oh then the fun<br />
Will flow like fermented freedom and sin<br />
Itself will stand awestruck at all we do.<br />
So now it sits, resting against my chest,<br />
Anxious for the moment it will bring true<br />
Passion into this world. But it had best<br />
Be ready to wait a very long while,<br />
'Cause when I see her I'm too shy to smile.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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And step through this threshold prepared to smile.<br />
You're in a place where silliness is smart<br />
And the smart are fiendishly versatile.<br />
This is a place where creation occurs,<br />
Within these walls substance makes out with style,<br />
Lost in the glitter and feathers and furs.<br />
Where wisdom will find new ways to beguile<br />
The beautiful and bewitch the brazen,<br />
Inviting the muse and the inventor.<br />
Are you ready to see all that lays in<br />
Wait once you allow yourself to enter?<br />
You'll find a free-form feast for the fickle<br />
In the fabulous home of the tickle.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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To rush face first into the blinding light<br />
With the full force throttle of thoroughbreds<br />
Making the leap, holding each other tight.<br />
It's time to roll around in the dirt of<br />
The garden of eden, fucking in filth<br />
So precious you can trade it for true love.<br />
Throw out all sense of shame, all sense of stealth,<br />
They should be able to hear us coming<br />
And know, when we arrive, that they'll witness<br />
Passion so powerful hearts are humming<br />
In anticipation of feeling this.<br />
We'll love each other with pyrrhic fury,<br />
And we won't stop 'till we turn to debris.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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Once we have finally found each other.<br />
I'm ready for the time we'll disagree<br />
About the funniest way to bother<br />
The missionaries at your door until<br />
We finally compromise, deciding<br />
That I'll wear the sequined thong and you will<br />
Wear the gorilla suit. So stop hiding<br />
In the potential and come out to play.<br />
I'm ready for the inside jokes we'll share.<br />
Ready to hold you as night becomes day.<br />
Ready with the touch that will take you there,<br />
Remembering fondly when we first kissed.<br />
I'm ready to believe that you exist.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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I really wish I wouldn't. It would be<br />
Much easier to pass than to face what<br />
Is waiting in that dark future for me.<br />
I can't comprehend how I will make it<br />
Through twenty to forty more years of this.<br />
But I know that I'm unable to quit<br />
Even though I've lost my last chance at bliss.<br />
Day will follow day, night will follow night,<br />
And I wil be thrust through them with the force<br />
Of pure inertia, and all of my might<br />
Won't be able to stop me on this course.<br />
Life is long, with poor resolution<br />
I just want a permanent solution.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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Days after we'd had a huge fight and she<br />
Surprised me. Almost too good to be true.<br />
Dumbstruck at what had been given to me.<br />
It was, quite possibly, her greatest act<br />
Of love, and I knew just how much it meant,<br />
Or at least I thought I did. Now the fact<br />
That I was given this gift will torment<br />
Me until my dying day. I still wish<br />
That she had never loved me quite that much.<br />
But she did, so I eat the bitter dish<br />
And try like hell to forget the warm touch.<br />
The reason that gift cuts me to the bone<br />
Is that I couldn't earn it on my own.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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Basket that hides in the corner of my<br />
Bathroom. Little plastic memories taste<br />
Of all the times that came before goodbye,<br />
When he and she and they and me let loose<br />
All the passion that was hidden within,<br />
The way the sunrise would always seduce,<br />
Pulling at them once we'd satisfied skin,<br />
Leaving behind only little plastic<br />
Wrappers, the waste meant to be discarded.<br />
I'd trade every one for the fantastic<br />
Feeling of waking up in a shared bed,<br />
But no one will trade for all my excess,<br />
'Cause little plastic wrappers are worthless.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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Hidden somewhere in the plains of our past.<br />
There was a place and there was a time when<br />
Happiness hit heavy and joy was vast.<br />
Now your memories can barely contain<br />
All of the laughter you shared, and so it<br />
Spills out as a grin that you can't explain<br />
To anyone who wasn't there. We get<br />
Our time in eden, but that time must pass.<br />
And once we leave we can never go back,<br />
Never laugh like that, never feel the grass<br />
Between our toes. That joy we'll always lack.<br />
I've stopped searching for eden, I've lost her.<br />
Now I search for something even better.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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Because there are people like you in it.<br />
'Cause you're one of those souls that can set her<br />
Mind to task and make the world get to it.<br />
I'm certain that if you decided to<br />
Make mountains move that in time we would see<br />
The continents taking orders from you,<br />
And if you decided that it would be<br />
Better if the sun weren't so bright I'm sure<br />
You'd find a way to get a dimmer switch<br />
Installed in the sky. Your words are the cure<br />
For apathy. You're a stone badass bitch.<br />
I know, from what you'd done and what you've said,<br />
There's an empire of awesome in your head.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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May all who greet you do so in good will.<br />
May every word of praise you hear be true.<br />
May you always have a dream to fulfill.<br />
May your nights be known as legendary.<br />
May all your days be completely worthwhile.<br />
May pain only come when necessary.<br />
And may its lessons never dull your smile.<br />
May love always be able to find you.<br />
May jealousy never darken your door.<br />
May your rewards never be overdue.<br />
May you create art too great to ignore.<br />
And many years after you cease to be,<br />
May people still smile in your memory.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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