Resten Swondo Biography
Incarnations of a pen, still the same soul, but the face changes, with time, with care, with new love.
'Dream what thou wilt shall be the failing of the determinist laws.'
Since I write under a pseudonym, or a nom de plume, whichever is correct, Resten Swondo has come to represent the normalising of my alter ego.
I loved the poems of the decadents but never could bring myself to be such.
I have written under other names, Jim Johnson and my own. However, for the sake of my voice development, let us retain Resten Swondo. It sounds swashbuckling and serene all at once.
And for the record, to my critic, Star Wars was not a reference to the film but to a battle between all those asinine little egos. I think we call it sarcasm.
Yes, that is what we call it and how I shall spell it...S-A-R-K-Y. O yes, and silence often serves the same dread purpose.
I wish I could say how beautiful you are to me
But I could not taint the same lips that touch yours
With words that charlatans have well used
To raise them in favour for a time, wasted.
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What smile made this soul quiver?
Shiver on this day in her audible stare
Each fingertip touch made the world
Tremble at the thought of caressing
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A wreath of flowers in her hair
Cherry and apple blossoms curl
The air into colours of wishes
Lying at her perfect dancing feet.
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From skyward peaks edging the land
Awash in cold misty blasts and snow
A babe in swaddling burbling spit
Closes its fist around sacred life.
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Afloat in a tempest, deep tongued kisses
Of ocean storming caressing waves, peaked breasts.
A gusty wind sweetly moaning, a trembling lover; -
Sail me across that pounding sea, that beating heart
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