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The great melodrama of life and death
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The great melodrama of life and death |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland 
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This poem was supposed to be a response to the "life is a stage" challenge a few months ago, I never finished the poem, this is only the first part and the second part is just terrible. THIS IS NOT AN EXIT* the final line in Bret Easton Ellis' book "American Psycho --------------------------------------- Part 1 Fingers poise upon my face, I have masked this body, not for the first or last lie. The tears of a clown are but diamonds in the rough waiting their turn to be hatched as starlets or fashions accessories. Life is a stage, a stage, a grand stage each day to be played to its finest with dialogue to be recited with vigour and gusto. It is true, we are all actors Laugh all you want but I see you slyly pocket your masks, jester, mother, murderer, lover the question is not who but "What are you today?" It tears inside my stomach, a bile volcano threatening to erupt in a flood of panic, a thousand butterflies flutter maniacally inside of me. THIS IS NOT AN EXIT* do they not understand? They are growing restless, foaming in anticipation, they can almost taste my fear, salty sweat wages a war upon my spine. SPOTLIGHT.CUE.CENTRE STAGE. In the depths of reflection I question their motives do they feel guilt or shame as if they have walked in on something private and sacred? This is my life after all; I may have been born under the stoplight, scrutinised from my first breath. Sure I relished my part adlibbing with grand improvisation I was young knew nothing of the constraints of my role or clauses in my contract. The reviews were soon posted the wolves had their feast of me. I had played the child, the loveable one No more. The curtains descend the lights dim and the vicious circle is drawn I took centre stage alone, The venomous tongue slapped hard. There were no intermissions, theatre is continuos as tragedy is relentless. The spotlight fades to black I am in pieces, twitching and trembling…….End of act one. Epilogue to part 1 So what happened to me, in that brief moment of respite, it all came into focus their hideous faces distorted in venom. Their hands bashing down on my chest and when that stopped the words spilled from their gorges, like tiny blades each syllable cut deeper. What is one to do? The show must continue, regroup and prepare to go down in a blaze of glorious stupidity. Yes the nobility of the Komakasi, Take me you vile leeches finish me. I marched out my eyes ablaze; I will not die scared. Nothing, not one face, they had all left. seems they grew weary of torturing me, off to another poor soul. May they have mercy on his soul. I was left alone to pity to lick the wounds and finally heal. "A frog, it cannot comprehend the sea Nor me happiness" Paul Draper-Mansun |
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Marina Member Elite
since 2000-02-10
Posts 2245Pickering, Ontario |
This some great writing Brian! Very dark and cryptic. Well done. Marina It is a blessing to have wings for words, and passion in pen Marina Crossley |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Brian, your writing is always so deep and intense. I never know quite what to say. It seems to me that you should be writing books of these, your work always sounds so professional to me. cat.... Practice can make anything perfect...even grief can become an art. Merrit Malloy |
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DJLI Member
since 2000-06-21
Posts 237TN, USA |
very dark and very good...you've got a great message here  EVEN ANGELS FALL. |
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Nikolette Sadness
since 2000-07-29
Posts 337port richey fl. |
as we are actors so be us liars in a great scheem that we call the stage. Nikolette Sadness i was once in love and happy...but you can call me Sadness. |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Marina thanks for kind words. cat, thanks for very kind words, but I am still learning the trade. A book will hopeful come one day. Thanks for your wonderful words. DJLI, thanks. Nik, thanks. "A frog, it cannot comprehend the sea Nor me happiness" Paul Draper-Mansun |
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Lynne Dale Member
since 2000-07-18
Posts 114Melbourne Victoria |
This is so dark almost with no light. I hope things aren't like this for you in real life. Be well Kethry Kethry. When dark of night steals your soul. Think of me and be made whole. |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Kethry, thanks for your response. At one stage yes I did feel this way but I have "lick(ed) the wounds and finally heal(ed)." Thanks for your concern and wonderful response. "I am melancholy, flower cutting through stone" manic street preachers |
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MMoonchild Senior Member
since 2000-07-13
Posts 1715PA |
Brian...you are filled with so much creativity, I am in awe... ~~softly Maureen |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
~Brian,...although this is dark...I am dancing here. Sort of a jumping thingy,..but all in excitement of this writing. I'm still enjoying it. Such an incredible read. Take care you,...and thank you for the hugs and smiles (back at ya). *Peace. |
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taramw Senior Member
since 2000-06-08
Posts 738 |
Brian... wow! This piece of writing is EXCEPTIONAL! Thoroughly enjoyed the read! |
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Deborah1 Senior Member
since 2000-06-22
Posts 653New Hampshire |
Yes, your work is very interesting!! Also I enjoy the details, alot of creative writing here!!! Hope to see more The fragrance always stays in the hand that gives the rose...--Hada Bejar |
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Wren Member
since 2000-07-05
Posts 312 |
Wow! Please write more to this, this poem is great! -Wren The thread of destiny Unknown by anyone Unseen by anyone Winds around your heart Moist with tears -Vampire Princess Miyu Theme |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
EXCELLENT WRITING, my friend.... Brian... here is an addition or result of what you came up... lets see what you feel about this... A callous embezzler of the poor man's funds, the hooded snake is for today the tax man. The poor man suffers in silent acceptance, throws himself upon the park bench in cold heartless night. Tomorrow is another day. The masked one is the law He kicks the poor man from the streets for sleeping on "public" property. "They have paid taxes for the park and paid royalty for the colour on the bench, and you wastrel, you wretch, you scumbag sleep on it, go scoot, find some dark corner to get rid of your filth" Life-What else do you wish to show? Life-Where else do you want to lead? Life-Is this what you call a centre stage? Life-Are you in anyway better than death? The poor man who till yesterday was a gentle man is now a scumbag, a wastrel, a dog without a bone. "Let me give the dog a bone" said the young mind and threw him a dime and offered his pity for a dime. And he expects a "Thank You" note. Death-Why are you late to come today? Death-Why don't you just blow me away? Death-Could you please drop the curtains? Death-Would you please end this life's drama A rich man dies once, a poor man does each night. ...... any good??? regards, sudhir |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Maureen, blushing at your comments tahnks. Spitfire, is this a solo dance or can I join in. Ok I will take have the hugs and smiles but you are keeping half as well. and this extra smile thanks for your very generous words.taramw, wow. Big Thanks. Deb, THanks for your wonderful response. Wren, I hope to. I actually wanted write about a whole person's life with the stage metaphor hence the title but the 2nd part sucks bad. So I will see what happens. THanks. Sudhir, thank you for your poetry. I want to see this posted in OPen. WOW. any good. This is incredible. Thank you for sharing this with me. It deserves a larger audience though, please post this in one of the forums at some stage. "I am melancholy, flower cutting through stone" manic street preachers |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Brian, I will do so as you bid me to ... but in a few days after a bit of a retouch... This was a bit of a reaction writng, when I did not think much, the words just came on and on till I thought time to stop... This is the awesome power of your poem speaking from my words, my friend... Thanks for your support as always... regards, sudhir |
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juliet_2u Senior Member
since 2000-07-23
Posts 1125North Carolina |
Brian, this was so wow, just wow. Loved it! Juls |
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