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Lady in Red Sings the Blues... born of the Stute but serious all the same. |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
In the cold bottomless depth of darkness Pinpoints of passion ignite and die in ash While trials of gray desire snake to the ceiling. Transient shadows flicker over vessels of loss Filled with cheap vodka, gin and beer. Silently they wait. They wait to see… Wait to hear… Wait to feel… Wait to be. They wait. Their vigil shatters with a single solitary CLICK! Diffused light cuts the gray, spotting the far wall. Bloodshot portals to lost souls, In false unity cast stares toward the shimmering veil of blackness. The curtain parts And from it depth ascends Every man's demon And every man's angel. Every man's Sin And every man's hope for Salvation. The Lady in Red. Slow sultry strides undulate a ruby sea of sequins. Each step stabbing a million points of light Into the unconsciousness of the dark's denizens. White satin skin framed in long curls of fire Spread a canvas for twin sparkling sapphires, A gentle slop of sophistication, And painted blood red lips. They see. Long delicate porcelain hands caress the microphone Drawing it close. Lips part… Breasts swell… And Heaven weeps for the sound Of a voice purest color blue Echoing all the pain that has ever been Where true love lies lost. She sings… They hear. Pain and passion, Flowing streams to a yearning sea Where time and tide keep with a moon that howls Desire for a distant sun. Long she has waded in dark waters Where sailors cast unwelcome lines, Her siren's song drawing each in kind Only to be rejected against the rocks of memory. For all their efforts She will only succumb to one. They feel. A silent tear answers a silent end And for the briefest moment It's held in the broken heart of every listener Each taking their sip and knowing the bitter taste. It is what they came for. It is all she offers. The teardrop falls towards the stains of its sisters. Descending into the depths of dark despair And with it the hope of lost love. Out reaches the hand of memory Saving the priceless jewel. "I believe this belongs to me." "King? "Yes Red, it's me." "Time to go home." [This message has been edited by Andrew Scott (edited 06-15-2000).] |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
Was somewhat taken aback... was not expecting anything near this depth and quality... Shan't be reading a better poem this day... *applause* |
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SEA 
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
Andrew~ I'm blown away.....Excellent!  -SEA |
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Lady in Red Member
since 2000-02-16
Posts 147 |
My Crayon King My Crayon King, my love thou truly art Thy love, in darkest night a beacon bright Thou sets my soul afire ! Paraffin ART ! Thy glance beyond ethereal delight Alike red crayons hues, my passions light My heart, my soul, my life belongs to thee Thy Lady Red will love thee day and night My love thou art for all eternity My solemn vow for now and evermore To wake up in the morning Justin Thyme I’ll swing and sway with thee on waxy floor And always make a gooey stew divine My King, my life I gladly share with thee Thou art the world, the universe to me Your Lady in Red ~Juliet~  Romeo, Romeo, where fart art thou |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Sir Andrew, you took your foot off the brake on this one. So many good lines and thoughts here multiple readings are mandatory. Very excellent work, my man........ |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
...and I'm still reading - Nicely done, Sir Scott.....  |
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Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
Well I'll be Amsterdamned ! Drew , you cooked up a fine one here ! Doc |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
Mike: Thanks for such high praise considering all the great things I read at PIP. I was kind of concerned about the 'Stute reputation getting in the way of people's desire to read this one... glad it surprised you. Sea: Most excellent of you to say. Thanks. Red: It's already been said... Thanks for the inspiration from you and all of the 'Stute. Enjoyed your reply. Peace! Sir Balladeer: Kudos from you are worth their weight in gold... and your kudos are pretty damn heavy. Thanks again. Lady Nan: How wonderful to see your name. High praise from the First Lady of PIP... who could ask for more? Thanks for looking in. Dr. Moose: Thanks Doc! I'm just trying to catch up to you. See ya back at the 'Stute with the Lady in tow. [This message has been edited by Andrew Scott (edited 06-18-2000).] |
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Nurse Crachet Member
since 1999-09-27
Posts 318They know where I am! |
My Dearest Andrew, I am speechless, what fabulous writing you exhibit here. |
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Wicked Witch of the East Member
since 1999-11-09
Posts 69 |
Keep writing like this monkey boy and they ain't gonna let ya back in the 'stute... you'll give Justa 'Bout everyone an inferiority complex.. |
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Lady in Red Member
since 2000-02-16
Posts 147 |
Dear Andrew, this is most certainly poetry at its best. An exquisite piece of writing Dear King. It almost had me in tears. Let's go home.... ~Juliet Romeo, Romeo, where fart art thou |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
Dear Nurse C: Thank you for kindness... it's one of those few times I've worked in free verse. You know of the others.  I'll see you around the 'Stute once I get myself checked back in. Oh... and please keep the Doc out of my kitchen. ThanksOh Wicked One... Monkey Boy say thanks and Ian says woff. Much appreciated to be graced by your warty greeness. Lady Red... Thank you for the tear. Couldn't have done this without you! To all the 'Stute... BIG! BIG! BIG THANKS! for spreading such wonderful seeds. Peace! |
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Nurse Crachet Member
since 1999-09-27
Posts 318They know where I am! |
Yes my dearest Andrew, I do remember as you were as much an inspiration. As for the Doc, he seems to have taken over the reins of the stute, so I just assist now. |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Slow sultry strides undulate a ruby sea of sequins. Each step stabbing a million points of light Into the unconsciousness of the dark's denizens. White satin skin framed in long curls of fire Spread a canvas for twin sparkling sapphires, A gentle slop of sophistication, And painted blood red lips. Andrew, thank you for pointing out this brilliant piece. I love reading you, your play on words is captivating Still looking out for you. Maree I may know the word but not say it I may know the truth but not face it I may hear a sound a whisper sacred and profound but turn my head indifferent. Natalie Merchant. [This message has been edited by Dark Angel (edited 03-24-2001).] |
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