Challenge 93 - Imbue

[RunAmokRampant]

Imbue v.t., -bued, -buing
(/Im'bju/)

1. to impregnate or inspire, as with feelings, opinions, etc.
2. to saturate with moisture, impregnate with colour, etc.
3. to imbrue

[pixiesfanyo]

Hm. Too bad I can't do this.

[A_Perfect_Sonnet]

Bailed out.

[Wannabe Steve Harris]

Guess I posted this in wrong forum!

I thought about the idea of a guy who regretted leaving his kid years ago and came up with this...

In the days of darkness, I lived like a child, unfettered and free
Chasing after fantasy and intoxicating dreams
Leaving a trail of destruction in places close to my heart
In search of euphoria that didn't really exist
She was the one who took the brunt of it all
Laying the pillows and linens for me to crash down on
Then fixing the daily disasters and offering third party apologies
Clinging to the notion of redemption and change
With an undying love and courage of legend
She soldiered on year after year
And before my last epic implosion
She brought the world something too beautiful for me to know

Chorus:
I don't know love at all
I can't feel anything
How did life find me here?
A pathetic excuse of a man
Unable to shake it off
All I really know is fear

The words arrived on a rainy day, the scent of her clinging to the paper
A four page indictment of my tortured soul
Everything was truth, I couldn't fault her for the anger
Her love was boundless when I was at my worst
She spoke of Evan Matthew and his splendor, how he had my smile
And that was all she could claim I'd imbued
That his every moment was a treasure and he infected her with love
Unlike the days in anquish she had endured with me
I had just about washed away the memory of him
In an alcohol and barbituate flood
Tried to burn the image of his tiny fingers from my undeserving eyes
And block the sound of his heart beating with my own screams
In a rare moment of clarity, while the high was gone
I reached for a place I never knew I could go
And made a decision to try, against overwhelming odds
To be man for once for my only child

Chorus:
Can I know love at all
If I feel everything?
And I touch his life with my own?
A broken man trying to
Be someone I need to be
Discover joy that I've never known

[P.rocker]

Basking in the warm twlight of your eyes
Counting every breath
Touch me with your soft smooth skin
Your image in my head I can not rest
Show me your darkest secrets
Show me the inside of your heart
I never believed I couldn't conceive
What action I should take next
The imbued feelings of this girl that I love
Slowly driving me to insanity
Bury me now and you can go but before you leave throw a rose on my casket so I'll know...

Chorus
Know that you cared when all those times that we were scared
Driving home in silence your thoughts left me impaired
Nowhere to turn my heart still yearns for the soft kiss you gave me on my dying lips
Long ago it still seems
I won't let you go even in my dreams
Don't say it's over...it's never over....if I have to I'll come back from the grave

Roses bloom spring is coming soon
Visit me once day like you used to
Now it seems your always away
Vague expressions I see when you pass by my concrete tomb
A place I call home now a seal and testament to my once troubled youth
So as the years go by and seasons continue to change
Your life you started over and my memory will surely fade
If you remember anything, anything at all
Just keep the rose pedals I gave you when we went to our senior prom

[Scarred4Life]

Masybe I'll enter this time.

[jurialmunkey]

hmmmm...

[ATC]

I heard you'd smiled

I heard you'd smiled
in the hallway
No one saw you,
but it did leave a mark.
I was asleep, shifting in bed
playing tag with invisible monsters,
Who disappeared when I found
they'd heard the news too.
You held your head low,
So no one would see the aftertaste.
The aftermath,
Disguised in sour orange juice
To affix the frown.

If you'd ask me how I know,
I wouldn't know what to say,
I just do.

I heard you'd laughed
and insisted Mother bless you
as if you'd sneezed.
You never fail to make me smile.
It was probably the dust,
Imbued the night-time air.
There's a lot of that this year,
much more than the last,
That antiseptic 2004.

I won't tell a soul
anything I know, since I wasn't there.
They might look at me funny,
and then you.
Funny all around.
I'll take this to my grave
(unless I'm cremated)
But I did, I did
hear you'd smiled.

[super deluxe]

glass sweats rivulets
my fluorescent heart
up right down shift enter
compose : myself

bring in the night
revel in the bass drum sanctuary
slither with the feral glint
of righteously capped teeth

monitored glow
imbues my breath
click snap space space slash
perception unwinds

bring in my beauty
stiletto lovelies feral stalk
dilate the mysteries
eyes ringed with decadence

pleasantries exchanged
word unperfect
control contrl ctrl
the art of apathy

bring in desperation
wash across the palette
blemishes and reservations
evening never fell so hard

[DFelon204409]

Some therapy is imbuing by name, invocation.
Drawing the attention of demons
We hope to drive them away.
There are too many orphaning themselves
Because nobody will ever understand.
They write about blackened hearts,
Black, the new pink jumper
My little girl wore at her tenth birthday.
Sometimes I think the more I make myself available,
The more I tend to push her into oncoming traffic.
Is the father’s burden never having the privilege
Of letting go of the umbilical chord?
You are twenty-seven and attractive like your mother,
Auburn hair, long stomach, green eyes.
You are forty-five, accepting of your homosexual son,
And his tragic disease.
But you still think your life is fraught with the pains you inherit,
And not the pains you drag home.
You are eighteen, I am not your father anymore.
I am the object in the mirror that is larger than it appears.
I am the light left on in the garage, running up the electricity bill.
But I still smoke cigarillos and wonder what morning would look like
With your mother waking up next to me.
Honey, life is just the name of the demon you call out at night
Because you’re too scared to believe in angels, love,
And the undeniable beauty of a nuclear family.
You fear the oppression of its explosion knowing
Where we aren’t burned in the blast
We will gradually be undone by the cancer that follows.

[WhatILivefoR]

Beside the Reason, I'm Alright.
(inspired by the song "Night" by A Perfect Kiss)

Digits lain around in sets of ten;
hands cut off by Poor Behavior- Hatred.
They’re groping to point; the digits groan
to be pointing away from themselves.

away from their original palm-
the one they know so well.
well they’re all cop outs and suckers
to be pointing away from themselves.

join hands, join digits
disheveled with the second membrane
of fingers- flesh scored to interlock
to promote the drying; the pointing away

as long as no one lets me down,
we will be trapped here; safe here?
but our hands are folded with not our own.
they’re folded unevenly with the Reason.

Reason’s hands are usually stronger
breaking my hands backwards
imbue the delightful pop
I can taste it in my mouth.

there are no colors in Reason’s hands.
like glass not easily broken through.
the hand of Reason takes on any mirror-
even myself.

the echo of myself is potent.
more so than myself embodied.

stemming out of ten digit roots,
streaming out in ten digit twigs-
what fascination of ten?
stemming out of ten times the revulsion
streaming out in ten times the fallout
what fascination of lovelessness?