The Beast

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    This is a very meaningful poem about someone allowing themselves to fall in love.

    The Beast

    You discovered the key to my many-chambered heart.
    I thought I made sure that I tucked it under my skirt
    and latched it on my thigh as if it were some secret weapon for protection.
    But you cleverly found it. How?
    You saw the power of the key just radiating through my skirt
    as if it were translucent.
    And Just. Like. That, you took the key, placed the key in the lock and turned it harshly to the left.

    Once I heard the loud, unforgiving CLICK, I winced and trembled
    because I knew what was manifesting and I was simply terrified.
    It was more of a delectable fright that resembled mystical surges of Saint Teresa of Avila, as my soul felt like it was encased and protected by a castle made of crystal.
    I could not control the pleasure of surging waves of pulsing, throbbing emotions that encompassed my entire body.
    My mind shuddered like a small child but it felt good to have someone reach into my heart, dancing along to the rhythm of my heartbeats.
    These beats became louder, louder, and LOUDER and more slow to where the rhythm caused a conduction of electricity that ignited a flame at the pit of my soul, melting the crystal caslte.
    It electrocuted my whole body to where even my brain succummed to the ritualistic dance. Quixotically mesmerized and entranced, it caused the electricity to burn all of the thoughts that I onced possessed and eventually new thoughts sprouted in like the budding of a new red rose.

    BOOM...BOOM...BOOM-goes my heart beat. Zeus himself threw those thunderbolts that pierced my heart and even he was entranced by the rhythm.
    The thunderclap of a beat surged all endpoints of my body...through my mind, my hands, and my feet.
    From these endpoints, the fires danced all the way to my heart where they met and combined to dance the waltz in the beat of the rhythm.
    Then they combusted from the heart, causing it to
    ILLUMINATE every dark corner of my heart.
    All the shooting stars in the sky were no match for the curtain of falling yellow and red sparks.
    Not even delicate and intricate rain drops could put out the light

    With that, the BOOM...BOOM...BOOM stopped.
    And the power and light died down to give a lit up pathway for what was to come out my heart.
    This ritual unleashed the
    BEAST from it
    The BEAST too, heard the sound of the drums of my heart from within the walls. It rang in his ears and caused him to resurrect from the long hibernation of darkness.

    His black ears started twitching and he slowly opened his eyelids to re-focus his pupils and from this, he flashed his firery red eyes.
    Once focused, the BEAST became excited to be able to stretch his long muscular legs and curve his back into a concave motion.
    In his eyes, there was no deliberation.
    He was thinking methodically and computing information of an opened chamber.
    This was obviously  SUPREME creature that could not be destroyed by the machines of man.
    It was designed for perfection. It could not be hunted, and therefore, had no predators.
    Its only weakness was that it was no match for human emotions. Thus, man could only trap the BEAST within the darkest corners of his heart.

    When the BEAST was locked for what seemed like an eternity, he turned lazy and lethargic like a domesticated exotic animal from the Zoo.
    If a spectator looks directly into their eyes, there is no fire, no drive...nothing.
    They placed a vacumn over their hearts and sucked the life away from them.
    If you looked even more closely at animals from the zoo, you can see their beautiful eyes brimmed with tears of depression as PROPERTY OF SF ZOO is stamped on their hind-quarters
    Like they were manufactured stuffed animals sent straight from the factory's assembly line to the back corners of TOYS R US, waiting to fake their smiles and pretend everything is alright, so they can be loved.
    Their life is not reality.

    Luckily, you understood the desparation from the BEAST.
    His eyes told a story of monotony and complacency.
    No passion and no vigor.
    That is why you decided to re-kindle the fire from his eyes and allowed him to be free once more.






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    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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