prick

[Hannibal]

Prick prick prick, and then the bleed.
Pain, ordeal, magic, the reward.
Bitter is the blood we all bleed.
Sweetness is not what I would call it,
Red, oozing, salty, bitter.

I do not put in for that, to come out,
For I enjoy the finer things,
Beautifull flowers of every color and scent,
Lazy evenings spent on the shore,
Long afternoons under the carefull eye of the sun,
This is what I put in for,
my work.
Bitterness being the end result,
Nothing coming to me, to lead me to this land,
These ideas,
My wants, sacred, held away from me, locked away.

Watching as the grey clouds roll on,
To their mysterious ending, from their even more so beginning.
I can't see far enough to watch them die,
I suppose as is well enough, as the death of them, is sunshine on another.
Someone out there, get's his,
While I stay here, and get none.

The bitterness of the moment snapping me back to reality,
As the blood trickles to my mouth once more,
Pulling myself up,
Trying again,
Another day under my belt.

[parch]

cryptic enought that i couldn't get it. i don't know what you're going for.

___---parch

[machinery]

I question what this is about...like I told you on the phone, when I saw the title, I already imaged a big motherfucker that you didn't like..and that you were calling him a "prick" hahha...but see, the whole poem, I was trying to link what the prick was, what the subject was....at first, i thought drugs... and how you say you enjoy the finer things...meaning that you don't need those drugs....life is good enough....that's the feel I got..then.......I got the feeling you were talking about your pain...being that "prick" and you, through this poem, were looking at your pain differently and analyzing it.

"This is what I put in for,
my work."

This caught me...are you saying life is work? the beautiful flowers, the lazy evenings....the long afternoons?

I was intrigued by that...

was this a good or bad ending? Was it supposed to be strong or just trail off? I want to know this...now that you brought this to my intention, I want no questions on this in my head....bad head monkey ketchup pancake onion

[Hannibal]

Alright, well, this poem, was just about life. We all live in this world, we all have our ups and downs, and at times we all assume we have more downs than ups. I was just trying to express how I feel about it as of now. I'm not old enough to retire, yet I'm not in the full time work world yet, so, I get to look forward to more work, less fun, and like the pricking of ones finger, the result is a bitter feeling. Like I am not too enjoy the future. The future being, getting lazy and laying around on the beach.. etc... hope this spread some insight. I love to see what people make of the words. I guess maybe that's why I try to write such a simple idea, so complexly...
What about the ending? good bad? let me know...

[parch]

well...hmmm...
the last line of the poem fit w/ what you say. i still get confused in it but its not that cryptic since you've explained some.


you said you like writing something simple and making it complicated...i've always thought you did that on purpose. its harder for me then (to get it) but i also have my own ways of making things hard to understand so i'm not sure what to say...i just have noticed that before and i was sure you did it to confuse us (the readers).


___---parch

[machinery]

writing something simple and making it complicated...

I think that's the beauty of hannibal's art...
makes me think..and I know everytime he posts...it's gonna be complex...and I dig that.....

[Hannibal]

I just want you guys to know, it's not to piss anyone off, just to hide the idea behind my words, much the same as i do with my emotions in real life. Words mocking real life, Emotions hiding behind words of mockery of life. Or somethign to that effect.

[Soiled Soul]

really dug this hannibal my favorite of all your work i read so far. man i wish i was around last year when this was all new.

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