Seducing the Senses

[Max]

This was the first poem of mine that I ever wrote that I considered to be really good. It's almost three years old and it's still my favorite one, I hope you all enjoy it.

*Seducing the Senses*

Your reflexes have gone dumb
You’re feeling numb
A mind tainted so young
You’re just so polluted
But oh so well-suited
Considering tonight’s venue
Appetite’s sinful menu
Dictates what’s on the table
For our debaucherous fable
What more to ask for?
Riches and limelight never bore,
But to ask for more,
That right is mine to implore.
Mountains of white, and bottles of wine
A merry time to the rhythm of the Devil’s rhyme
But be weary for bearers of salvation’s sign
They want you to burn, and I want you to shine
I want you to see, and they want you blind
Late nights may take our souls, but hey that’s fine
FINGERS IN THE AIR, let’s have a helluva time!

If you wanna enjoy life then take my word,
make madness your wife and conceive the absurd

When life has gone wrong
For far too long
And you don’t want to go on
Just shout my name
I’ll bring you fortune and fame
And I’ll bring it tonight
And make things right
For you and your friends
This tale never ends
Do you still want more?
Glory and wealth as never before?
Followers who love and adore?
Don’t be shy sugar, ask for more
But there’s no time to waste, you must move at my pace
Your face dictates that you’re ready for a taste
Of things to come, all luxury-laced
Because the simple life is far too base
So you take shortcuts, but you’re beaten and sprayed with mace
That’s true for the weak and unguided, but not in your case
EMBRACE YOUR NEW ONE, life as you know is erased!

Its time to release your tension and enjoy yourself,
Tonight’s for you and no one else

I wish you could hear
This mindless absence of fear
I wish you could see
This dark cloud cleansing me
I wish you could smell
These fumes that itch of Hell
I wish you could taste
The heat of this embrace
But most of all…
I wish you could feel
All of your desires become real

And I wish you could hear
The night’s siren, my dear
And I wish you could see
An existence so free
And I wish you could smell
These fumes that compel
And I wish you could taste
Each memory erased
But most of all…
I wish you could feel
ALL OF YOUR DESIRES BECOME REAL

[stacy (FINALLY back!)]

I can certainly understand why you think this is one of your best poems. I loved it. I mean, the rhyme scheme, the flow, the message....just incredible. And I mean that from the bottom of my heart. I'm curious, though. How many poems had you written prior to this one? Cause you said this was the first one you'd ever written that you considered to be good. Just curious. Your talent really shines, Max. I'm a huge fan of your work.

[polonius]

This seems to be a poem of dark temptations, with a Faustian theme, offering a Beggar's Banquet of delight before an irreversible eternal damnation replaces a brief period of luxury.

[Max]

Thank you so much Stacey, that's very sweet of you. Having you as a fan of mine means a lot to me Well, you see... I listened primarily to rap in high school, and as a result, wrote mostly in free verse and it was full of emotion and power but sloppy and all over the place. AS I grew older and wiser, I realized that classic rock, hard rock and metal are SO MUCH BETTER! That really helped hone my songwriting/poetry. I would say that I wrote about 5-10 original works before writing this one. But this one was my first great work, in my opinion And I'm thrilled that you liked it so much.

Polonius, your insight here is spot on. That is almost exactly what I was going for.

[carousal]

Interesting, I can identify with your change in musical tastes it happens to most of us. From our teens when we are spoon fed by what the musical moguls consider are our tastes and the underground musicians who are struggling to find a wider audience.

Unfortunately most of us accept the insipid or the downright awful. It was only much later when I discovered the really great American pageant of music which as a teen was considered as not our music, that was old and dead, and never had the knowledge to tell that for the most part what we raved about was crap.

Sorry for the ramble but your poem inspired my thought processes and isn’t that what all good poetry seeks to do?

[apocalypticjay]

If you wanna enjoy life then take my word,
make madness your wife and conceive the absurd

I had to quote that! I maybe wrong but surely at the time you wrote this you were deeply into the Doors? I felt the Morrison almost speak these words to me in his genius drunken slurs, really I can see why you hold this pom dear, to me it is a rock and roll poem, brilliant in delivery but real in depth, Excellent Exalt!

[Ebonfire]

A smorgasborg of sensation to the senses. Quite a thought. Liked this Max ~

Ebonfire

[Max]

Cari, I'm glad this poem made you think like it did, that tells me that you enjoyed it.

Jay, my friends at home who I've shown this poem to also highlight that line. I'm really glad that you did as well! Truth be told, I have yet to give the Doors the listen that they deserve, although I'm well aware of Morrison's poetic prowess. I was heavy into Godsmack when I wrote this, which would explain the whole voodoo-like Devil's Advocate kind of theme in here, as the singer of Godsmack is a Pagan.

Vicki, I'm glad you liked this too. Also love the use of the word smorgasborg