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    The Fisherman
    The Fisherman
    The Fisherman
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    The Fisherman

    By Richard Michael Parker

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    'The Fisherman' is the fifth volume of poetry and digital art by Richard Michael Parker.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRichard Michael Parker
    Release dateJul 31, 2017
    ISBN9781370432363
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      The Fisherman - Richard Michael Parker

      01. Untamed Word

      02. Live It Like You Mean It

      03. Emotional Blocks

      04. The Bunker

      05. Trash

      06. The Old Wooden Bridge

      07. A Whisper That Became A Shout

      08. As A Man

      09. The Fisherman

      10. The Dancer

      11. Justified Infanticide

      12. The Lion And The Lamb

      13. Roar

      14. A Force Of Nature

      15. Violence

      16. Stuck In The Blah Blah

      17. Concretized

      18. Snowmen

      19. The Butterfly

      20. Unforgiving Sun

      21. Hydrogen

      22. A Walk

      23. Nature's Gift

      24. A Living Gift

      25. Tapestry

      26. A Rush Of Green

      27. The Convent Garden

      28. If

      29. Toreador

      30. Dark Night

      31. Beware

      32. The Bitter Brew

      33. Poets Can't Be A Business

      34. The Embankment

      35. Money

      36. The Art Of Nothingness

      37. Battersea

      38. Taupo

      39. The Drummer Boy

      40. The End Of The World

      41. Passing The Flame

      42. Humility

      -Untamed Word-

      It ran along the boulders ledge, bright sun dashed through its mane, and naked, tore upon the windswept reach, and plunged 50 feet down into the crystalline waters of the mountain lake, alps stretching as far as the eye can see on either side, the torpid heat and desert dry dust, choking the air, washed in an instant from that soul, with effusive joy and unbridled care...

      You will not tame my word ...

      No self-made prison, will make a curse, or stop the pen from exploding onto the page with orgiastic verse. I break the tip of my pencil with my teeth, and running the lead across some rugged boulder, find some remnant of a worn out book jacket, read a thousand times, stinking of backpacks and pine sap, and scribble the words on the inside cover, while all about me is blue, and wild in green, beasts and untamed natural majesty exploding on the scene...

      You will not tame my word ...

      It comes like a ravenous lion from the heartland of my soul, and catching you in its yellow eyes, pupils dilating in its edacious glare, leaps into the air, with all claws blazing, slashing, ripping a hole into the sanctity of your tight little box, your manufactured certainty; Fangs sinking so deep into the meat of your petrified social carcass the blood gushes in fountains into the air. A nose disappearing into the belly of you, to rip the sodden viscera from your corpulent lassitude...

      You will not tame my word ...

      I swim with wild dolphins, make love in bright summer meadows filled with the sweaty mass of slinking skin, sucking in the perfume of pollinated musk, and at dusk, over campfires of fragrant green smoke, slowly roast the gifts that were caught in those rushing heady waters of the untamed hearts...

      You will not tame my word ...

      I will not wear your prissy gowned shirts, or pretend not to care when you turn your eyes away from some wild animal that hurts. I will not shut my mouth as you screw the earth, or bind my hands with your civilized twine as you celebrate some poxy legislative stillbirth with mirth...

      You will not tame my word ...

      For it was wild when it was born, formed from a simmering stew, a fiery reach, torn from the wild and the blue, crashing within the winds upon a storm swept beach, descending upon this earth in thunder, and in lightning, striking its girth...

      You will not

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