The Bottle's Caress

[Guest SouthernBelle]

In love,

So in love

Since I've now found myself

But, still,

Just beat

For the medicine's stealth

Two times

The mirror held me

Twice!

Yes, twice I've written this rhyme

And

Aside from the known

Lives the all-knowing bottle

That begs me and carries me home

In push, I am all just alone

[Guest Jennifer T]

Belle, I hear your cry. Your words offer the struggle of your beauty against the Bottle.

Poignant and lovely.

I offer this poem I wrote many years ago to this same issue. I was also playing with alliteration as I wrote it:

"Acolyte”

Consider the bottle

Deceptive, ephemeral;

Enticing

Inviting redemption.

Who inhabits the chapel of the lost?

Who visits the tabernacle of the tormented?

And hears the dirge of the depraved?

In aqueous requiem I sang the psalm of the inebriated

And offered approbation at the gilded altar of Neon.

Now in corpulent solitude I contemplate

And proffer penance for the iniquity of the inane

And lifting the chalice of the profane

I seal my discipleship..."

- Jennifer T May 23, 2003

[Guest Jennifer T]

I'd also like to say a few words to you here.

I've always felt in control with drinking. If I got drunk, it was because I fully intended on getting drunk. When I needed to set the bottle aside, I did. When I drink, I laugh at everything. The world is lighter and I let Jennifer out a little - her playfulness, her humor, and her vulnerability. But I always control where, how and with whom.

That said, in these later years of my life, it beckons me. I feel the pull as soon as I get home.

Here's the problem, I have a health issue for which I am quite sure alcohol is not beneficial. At least, not in excess. And I do not like the fact that anything can control me.

I did drink a lot this weekend. But I am paying the piper today.

I do not want to be controlled. Not like this.

I need to walk away from it.

[Guest Brenda Hailey]

Ya,ll wanna go drinkin with me some time?

The Caress.

A little here a little there a little

The myth of control

Whispered in your ear

Another caress its power yours to behold

Pleasure divine

Sweet as touch

Forever assuring

Another caress is never to much

Contrary notions

Buried in taste

Chest subtly burning

Another caress with forever to waste

Numbness, affirming it place

Invoking splendor and smiles

Lulled by the glow

Another caress comparing pain to its grace

Temptation secured

Voice unusually robust

Heart invulnerable

Another caress courage confirmed.

Dancing in hell

Your promise declared

Consuming inhibition

Another caress for endless vice

Feelings mere platitudes

Lifes hopes, banality

Desire always giving way

Another caress for another day

Acrimony slowly creeps in

Smoke filled eyes

Apparent dimmed light

Another caress will make it alright

Resentment strikes

Resound condemnation

Falls loudly on deaf ears

Another caress for all the lost years

Truculence crashes in

Belligerence to settle the score

Obscure now the reason to fight

Another caress into the darkness of night

Lament aspirations

Never to fulfill

Dreams all undreamt

Another caress the enormity may it kill

Penetrate hopelessness

Calling its right

No way out

Another caress your essence now trite

Tears in sorrow

Expose the wretchedness of soul

Loathing, perfectly just

Another caress for the ugliness you've shown

Disgust flowing purposely

Abhorrence is destiny

Revulsion strength

Another caress for estrangement to self

Sad songs endorsing the game

Sway in compliance

Yours is much worse

Another caress for one more play

Light burst in

Piercing the bottle

Its time to say when

Another caress to start the day new

Prostrate now

Given to your plight

Knowing the dance was all true

Another caress wishing it wasnt all you.

Rest for the wicked

Time enough to renew

Just a few more hours

Another caress will get you through

Time spent in your glory

Work hard to forget

Pretenses bolstered

Another caress is waiting for you.

Cheers

[Guest Jennifer T]

I like it Brenda. It portends progression.

[Guest miss kindheart]

Finding onesself is a great accomplishment

Hang one to that and it will last you a lifetime

Nice poetry Belle

<<< hug >>>

vanna

[Charlize]

The poetry of the bottle became a living hell for me. I put the cork back years ago and yet the spirits within can still sing a song that sweetly says come home, like the sweet smell of death. I'm free for today but remember the thoughts and romance held by rotten fruit.

Hugs,

Charlize

[gennee]

The poetry of the bottle became a living hell for me. I put the cork back years ago and yet the spirits within can still sing a song that sweetly says come home, like the sweet smell of death. I'm free for today but remember the thoughts and romance held by rotten fruit.

Hugs,

Charlize

Charlize, thank God the chain was broken. You're truly free now.