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oil of roux |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738
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Those are not bricks. They are my bone. The mortar be my blood. The voices are not tourist tricks-- sirens haunt the mud. Pain bleeds through the plastered walls. Sometimes it's difficult to breathe. It is the moans of otherworld that joined abandon to conceive a music to confound the mind and take possession of the soul willingness retreat to dark by candlelight we search for gold resisting that which we receive in this perverse alchemy... an inner voice that urges "jump"-- a joyousness that grieves. Wrap yourself in robe of white and don a scarf of red. Let the rhythm be the score-- hear the heartbeat of undead. It is there on river's edge, something wild to beckon you. Go. But be prepared to stay-- your soul becomes the oil of roux. [This message has been edited by serenity blaze (01-23-2003 01:07 PM).] |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
its easier to jump if someone/something is there to catch u from breaking your neck, liked this , came across easily |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
serenity, Enjoyed the write, but you really don't think that. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Serenity---Mysterious is sometimes so enchanting, like you. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Those are not bricks. They are my bone. The mortar be my blood. The voices are not tourist tricks-- sirens haunt the mud. Pain bleeds through the plastered walls. Sometimes it's difficult to breathe. It is the moans of otherworld that joined abandon to conceive a music to confound the mind and take possession of the soul willingness retreat to dark by candlelight we search for gold resisting that which we receive in this perverse alchemy... an inner voice that urges "jump"-- a joyousness that grieves. ================================== I have said many times there is something in the water there...and I WANT THOSE VIALS  You rhymes rock me. and could this verse be any dang cooler??? Those are not bricks. They are my bone. The mortar be my blood. The voices are not tourist tricks- sirens haunt the mud. gawd I love the way your mind works  |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(smiles) Oh Karen, I just love this, sweet friend, you always seem to have more fabrics and colors to present in your poems than in the Moulin Rouge costume room! (big hugggsssssss) I love this, sweet friend, this is a wonderful dedication, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Karen, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
roux roux roux roux roux... I'm cutting up the rest... dang. |
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Connel
since 2002-11-04
Posts 736Florida, USA |
Cool poem. Enjoyed the read. I wish to become a great poet some day, but it will only come in time. Til then, I shall write my poems, and wait. |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
sound eery in a way..like Martie suggest mysterious too..like a femme fatale bargaining for her freedom..neat write |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
definately neat... |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
nicely done.... now write another one and put some real depth in it  |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
by candlelight we search for gold resisting that which we receive in this perverse alchemy... an inner voice that urges "jump"-- a joyousness that grieves. ~*~ how do you do this? Smiling... understanding... |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
sigh...I'm already six feet below sea level and he wants more depth... Hugs all... with grins and gratitude |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
by candlelight we search for gold ... I love that line. Because I keep thinking, the candle flame is gold, and yet, no one sees it for the pretty glitter in the rocks. Oh yes, you're submerged way below sea level.  Hi. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Pain bleeds through the plastered walls you definitely write "on the edge"... I believe I have felt that pain above before. hugss M |
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