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The Black and Blues

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Saxoness
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0 posted 12-07-2002 09:54 PM       View Profile for Saxoness   Email Saxoness   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Saxoness

I'm in a dark room today.
In my head there is moody blues
and smoke consuming my ill intentions.
An old black man sings on stage;
another lover is gone.
I swirl my green Midouri Sour
until it sloshes over the edge of a glass
clearer than he or I could ever be.
I wait until I catch his wrinkled gaze
before licking moisture off my hand-
salty sweet communication
cathes him off gaurd and now
he's singing for me alone.

Today I'm thinking of warm bath water
and cold memories touching my resolve
to stay numb and aloof.
I want to submerge my head
until my hair becomes soft and pretty again.
Let the water flow in through my ears.
I refuse to open my mouth or my eyes.

I am like Houdini-
trapped inside a box or burlap bag.
Dust chokes me and not enough air
flows through the spaces for survival.
Rip open the bag with scissors.
Cut into my heart.
Stab it more than once, the scars
make it tougher than it should be,
and like all fanatic deceivers
I'll keep coming back for more.

Today my tongue is coated with
left over lucidity
and the sticky white paste clings
to the roof of my mouth.
Pitch black exists eyes closed
and eyes open.
I will cut off my nose to spite myself,
but I won't feel it and all that will happen
is another part of me will become vacant.

I can't stand to hear the sound
of my own voice sobbing,
I prefer to smother my doubts
in rain filled gutter-al pacivity.
I would rather pour rusty nails into my throat
than show the world any suspected humanity.
I have become what I have learned, after all,
strong on the outside, rotting on the inside.
My knuckles crack with a frosty demeanor,
and though I let you lean against me,
I may become the tree you're nailed to in the end.

I'm hearing the black and blues today.
I'll order another drink even though
I will not taste it,
I'll tip the bartender even though
he doesn't know my name and,
lean my elbows into the jagged
counter top and bleed deeper.
If a liquid must come from my body
let it be life's true hydration
because my emotions have already dried up.



"Glory remains unaware of my neglected dwelling where alone
I sing my tearful song which has charms only for me."
                                

[This message has been edited by Saxoness (12-07-2002 09:55 PM).]

© Copyright 2002 Angela Erin Burke - All Rights Reserved
regards2you
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Oh, my...wow....you don't look old enough to know such depth and feelings. I stopped breathing while reading the last half of this.....eyes becoming wider and wider open, relating...A very good write!

Hugs and warm regards, Pat

..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons..
        "Desiderata"

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2 posted 12-07-2002 11:23 PM       View Profile for ThisDiamond   Email ThisDiamond   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit ThisDiamond's Home Page   View IP for ThisDiamond

Riveting to the core of cold pain. Very well written, begging to be fiction...
All good wishes. ThisDiamond
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3 posted 12-08-2002 01:42 PM       View Profile for Ice_Queen   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Ice_Queen

Nice.  Especially liked this part:

Pitch black exists eyes closed
and eyes open.
I will cut off my nose to spite myself,
but I won't feel it and all that will happen
is another part of me will become vacant.

Feelin' it.

Groovy Oovy

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  And a promise never kept."

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4 posted 12-08-2002 02:08 PM       View Profile for garysgirl   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit garysgirl's Home Page   View IP for garysgirl

I was thinking the same as Pat...unless that is an old picture of you,
you can certainly write of the feelings of a much older and wiser
writer than yourself. I was deeply pulled into the words I was
reading. Thank you for sharing.

"Love makes the world go around"
~~with love and hugs from Ethel~~
                  

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5 posted 12-08-2002 02:17 PM       View Profile for Seymour Tabin   Email Seymour Tabin   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Seymour Tabin

Saxoness
It's true the picture had me fooled, but texas does strange things to people. LOL
Enjoyed.
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6 posted 12-09-2002 08:46 PM       View Profile for Cpat Hair   Email Cpat Hair   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Cpat Hair

Pitch black exists eyes closed
and eyes open.
I will cut off my nose to spite myself,
but I won't feel it and all that will happen
is another part of me will become vacant.


a painful write..but very well done. The emotions poured out in this one grab the reader and drag them into the depths of your feeling...

if it is perssonal to you... I can only say it does at times feel so low... but I hope the inverse high soon finds it way to your heart

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7 posted 12-09-2002 09:15 PM       View Profile for GG   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for GG

oh my  ..I too held my breathe when I got near the end of this. And I clenched my hands thinking of pain and held completely still.
No one should have to know this pain.

"My knuckles crack with a frosty demeanor,
and though I let you lean against me,
I may become the tree you're nailed to in the end."
and
"lean my elbows into the jagged
counter top and bleed deeper.
If a liquid must come from my body
let it be life's true hydration
because my emotions have already dried up."

..wow ..you really know how to write, and to cut into someones emotions, keep it up girl.

Always, GG


- And so it was that time stood still -

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very impressive! such depth!
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9 posted 12-11-2002 10:09 AM       View Profile for diphycue   Email diphycue   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for diphycue

Unfortunately, I have to take some credit for the impetus behind this poem...hurts me to know that. :-(
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10 posted 12-11-2002 12:22 PM       View Profile for Moonlight Romeo   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Moonlight Romeo

To be inspired is one thing, to be the inspiration, definitely another.

Thank you.

What light through yon window breaks?  It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

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(big hugggsssssss) Oh Angela, I hope this is also an old shadow of yourself and not a current feeling, but either way you shine with a remarkable wisdom and depth in your voice! (sigh) We will continue to be deceived by this magic at first glance, but know you can always disappear while you can then they can't stuff you in that bag, you can be Houdini too, God Bless You, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Angela, thank you for sharing!



May love and light always shine upon you!

Love,
Noah Eaton

"Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..."

Shakira

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I love this, felt it....hell it almost ripped my heart out with its honesty and rawness. This line "may become the tree you're nailed to in the end." in part 5 just brings that whole stanza together, and it screamed at me for some reason. enjoyed just does't cover it. My spirit devoured this one I think.

"My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words
Of that tongue’s uttering, yet I know the sound:" "Romeo and Juliet"

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13 posted 12-11-2002 11:51 PM       View Profile for fishop   Email fishop   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for fishop

nailed to the tree.  Loved it felt it.  Oh how I would tie one on if I could escape the confines of responsibility.  

very well done.
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Thank you all so much for the comments, they truly mean so much to me.  

"Glory remains unaware of my neglected dwelling where alone
I sing my tearful song which has charms only for me."
                                

GG
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15 posted 12-12-2003 12:34 AM       View Profile for GG   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for GG

I keep coming back to read this...
I'm just gonna keep it in my library...
so amazing.

Always, Alyssa

He was a man of sorrows
...I am a girl of tears.

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16 posted 06-06-2004 02:21 PM       View Profile for gemjop   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for gemjop

love, love, love this. It was like wonderful, playing out the scenes in my head. brilliant writing, rich with description and emotion.
 
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