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0 posted 2010-08-04 03:41 PM



If I wrote noir I would now don a fedora
And stand leaning against the wall outside
Letting the sun hit my face that is too pale from spending my time
Chasing the night through her gyrations
Of searching for fame and recognition by being bad
Showing a little leg when she should have been
Listening to what was really being said
By the hushed and husky voices telling her
She was beauty and that they would see
She became a star

But
Fedoras and my old man face make crowds laugh
And I lack the skill to paint sinister shadows into corners
Or scribble trails of passion on virgin white
Only to let them bleed a slow death of suffocation
Or the sudden impact of a slug
When the audience grew tired of watching the heroine
Strip bare to her skin and stand in front of neon
Making a scene with one hand gesturing wildly
While the other slid along her curves

So I can only tell the stories as I know how
Splintering bits of hope torn from the scraps of wooden ledges
To catch beneath a nail and draw a drop of blood
Just when you think there is nothing in your heart
But the frigid melt of snow from last winter’s darkest hours
Or of the way the hills and trees whisper some soft haunting
That no one seems to hear but me
When in my own seasonal malaise I feel as lost
As the last notes of some blues song at 2AM
When the only people in joint have heard the tune before
And aren’t listening but rather staring at the cleavage
In front of them or wishing
As they raise their head from the table that someone
Would be in their bed when they finally stumbled home


I wish I had the talents and the words
To write the abstracts of verbs so they glistened
Fresh sliced like kiwi
Green, new and tart to the tongue as they seduced the eyes
Into making sense of patterns drawn within the flesh
Such seeds a dark bit of mystery
Yet alive and tempting to steal a slice
That the taste too of such words might sate the throat
For a moment or more
Into a sighed escape and want for more

How such words and phrases on the flat cotton sheet
Make you want to follow curves within and without
Fill them with the parts of you that might make love
Or simply gorge upon the sensations
Of  that one moment in time knowing you were enough
To turn an eye of hand
Your way


If I wrote noir
The lights here would come down
And I’d tip the brim to shake off rain before I walked
A quiet of silent good byes
yet I lack the timing or the sense of knowing when
to call things to an end
so again I write the only things I know how
I write my heart
and try in some way to capture the jagged ends
of long nights or lonely days left to my own minds device

knowing always I truly don't know
how.

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Mysteria
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1 posted 2010-08-04 06:58 PM


quote:
wish I had the talents and the words
To write the abstracts of verbs so they glistened
Fresh sliced like kiwi
Green, new and tart to the tongue as they seduced the eyes
Into making sense of patterns drawn within the flesh
Such seeds a dark bit of mystery
Yet alive and tempting to steal a slice
That the taste too of such words might sate the throat
For a moment or more
Into a sighed escape and want for more


Oh man, is it good to read you again.  Busy summer, and didn't even know you return, but I do now.

Hope this continues - more please?

Words are weapons, toss them with care.
~ Mysteria ~

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2 posted 2010-08-04 10:39 PM


quote:
I wish I had the talents and the words

I can appreciate these words, as they are the very ones I would want to say to you about this write...

Excellent work, Sir!

Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting, "WHAT A RIDE

Andrew Scott
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3 posted 2010-08-05 12:47 PM


OK... I'm in... I"m ready to turn the page for Scene 2... 'cause there was no failure of words here. I could see it all... Sam Spade and the dame... crystal clear. This had style and substance worthy of everyone's read. Thanks for sharing.

"We'll chase them like rats across the tundra."

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4 posted 2010-08-05 07:23 AM


Mysteria,
many thank ma'am..for taking the time to drop inand read this scribble...and for the kind words

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5 posted 2010-08-05 07:23 AM


Ringo,
thanks m'friend for dropping in...
it is greatly appreciated

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6 posted 2010-08-05 07:25 AM


Mr Scott... kind words for which I thank you...
Scene 2 needs a bit of editing to fit the pages here, perhaps it will show up if the right words can be found to "soften" it.
your kind words here are greatly appreciated sir.

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