The "Wasteland" (all three parts)

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wranx
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Moved from a shack to a barn

0 posted 2003-11-21 01:43 PM

i

Bukkake

She lies fitful
Atop her own rough altar
Of unrealized promise

Struggling
Against the restraints
Of amity
Against the constraints
Of verity

And yet
Eagerly accepting
Her self-imposed penance

To endure each outpour
Elicited by
And deposited upon
Her countenance

Each surge
Of wantonness and desire
Avarice and rancor
Pools and swirls

Fashioning
The strumpet mask
She wears into
Her banishment

ii

The Barrens

Exiled in the Hinterlands
For the sins of the father

She builds her lean-tos
Beside streams flowing
Nowhere

Lost and abandoned
She drums out her secrets
Into the night
And hears, only echoes

Untrusting and aloof
She now pounds her laundry
Upon uncaring stones

Wandering alone
From camp to camp
Warming herself
With prurient fires

When she visited my own
I watched the flicker of flame
Dance her face, both Cherub
And Whore

As her eyes followed
The spiraling sparks
I could see within them
An abysmal depth
Holding exquisite sadness

Then, cloaked once again
In her brocaded doubt
She slipped away
Back into the Wasteland

Where, I'll see her tracks
And traces

And hear her plaintive
Wails

As she goes about
Beating the bulrushes

In search of her Deliverer

iii

The trail

Sitting
Staring
Into my dying fire

I see her

Following restive
Behind his decrepit wagon

Marking time
By the protesting groans
Of the trundling dray
As it trembles beneath
Its burden of false promise

On its endless journey
Toward dissolute pledge

I see her stop
Now and again

To scratch out her yearning
On cavewall and crag
Or score bitter anguish
Upon her breasts and her thighs

I watch as she wanders
From his prescribed path
To make her temporary temples

Washing the shame from her face
Combing sins from her hair

Donning the crimsoned robes
An obscuring mantle
For a priestess of love

And warming herself
Burning the faggots
Of bundled affection

Then, once again,
Falling in line
Behind her betrothed

Tethered by the threads
Of fraying hope
Bound with the intricate knots
Of mistrust

Making simple meals
From what she can scavenge
Or from the bones that he throws her

Walking deeper
Into the wasteland
Counting the steps

Through catching briar
And tripping bramble
Taking her farther
From her heinous angel

She begins to regret
Blurring her tracks
So that no one can follow
Nor let her find her way back

I see the bright diamonds
Fall from her eyes
To the dust on the ground

Glint for a moment
Then trampled
To mud

Brad Majors

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Georgia

1 posted 2003-11-21 01:56 PM

brilliant

Seymour Tabin
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Tamarac Fla

2 posted 2003-11-21 01:57 PM

wranx,
A truth that boarders on neurotic, but you write it very well.

Earth Angel
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Realms of Light

3 posted 2003-11-21 02:00 PM

...I remember. Well, it all seemed so real that I actually felt you were recounting my own experiences from some previous lifetime! lol

You are a raconteur and poet with a talent divine!

Stellar piece of writing!

Sending you a big warm hug!
EA

[This message has been edited by Earth Angel (11-22-2003 09:57 AM).]

Dark Angel
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Posts 10095

4 posted 2003-11-21 03:58 PM

Well what can I say Bro?....Absolutely smashing m'friend. I'm keeping it too.

Maree

fate is not just
whose cooking smells good
but which way the wind blows

(Ani DiFranco)

Dark Angel
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5 posted 2003-11-21 03:59 PM

er...adding now

Sudhir Iyer
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Mumbai, India : now in Belgium

6 posted 2003-11-21 04:05 PM

I see the bright diamonds
Fall from her eyes
To the dust on the ground

Glint for a moment
Then trampled
To mud
...

I see them too... lovely write... thanks for sharing your talent and your words...

regards
sudhir

Cpat Hair

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7 posted 2003-11-21 05:29 PM

Tethered by the threads
Of fraying hope
Bound with the intricate knots
Of mistrust

such strong bindings indeed...

well done sir.. and one to read and reread..

vandana

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8 posted 2003-11-21 06:46 PM

enjoyed

Sunshine

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Listening to every heart

9 posted 2003-11-21 08:11 PM

I remember reading this before; it is better as a whole. But I know how they come, in parts, with thought splayed out inbetween, as to how to tie the parts together.

As always, you do it with your usual magnificence. Well done, Sir.

Marge Tindal

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Florida's Foreverly Shores

10 posted 2003-11-21 09:23 PM

Wranx~
A joy to read~
*Huglets*
~*Marge*~

~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost,
the spirit rejoices over what it has left.
- Sufi epigram
[email protected]

Greeneyes

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In Your Poetic Mind

11 posted 2003-11-21 10:06 PM

WOW sir, really this is amazing!
Lauren~

I had a dream last night
you came to me on silver wings of light
I flew away with you in painted sky
Was it real
Is it what you see,touch or feel

brian sites
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since 2002-06-25

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12 posted 2003-11-22 12:40 PM

you were right sir...
this needed to be together

I believe Ed....
this may be at this point

your masterpiece

Boo Kotke

(I can't help it
sometimes..I just
have
to...)

Varuch Elohim
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since 2003-11-10

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13 posted 2003-11-22 10:13 PM

Amazing work...this reminds me of a girl I once knew.

littlewing
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since 2003-03-02

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New York

14 posted 2003-11-23 03:28 AM

Ed . . .

when I first read this, I saw a story slowly unfolding, when I read it in
it's entirety, I now see an epic . . .

this woman, self depracating . . .
mesmerized and forlorn, yet seeking
solace from that which she is banished
for . . . seems as if I have to agree
with Varuch . . . sounds like a girl I knew once too . . briefly TG

Please publish this, m'love
and all that shall follow
you are brilliant
and I love you

and Brian?
don't think for one minute you
are getting away with that Kotke
reference MR . . .

F U N E M N X?

mwuahahahahahaha

[This message has been edited by littlewing (11-23-2003 03:33 AM).]

littlewing
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15 posted 2003-11-24 03:25 PM

breathe . . .

Martie

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16 posted 2003-11-30 09:14 PM

Ed...I've been away and missed this amazing piece of writing. Thank you for putting the link into #4.

vlraynes
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Somewhere... out there...

17 posted 2003-12-01 05:52 PM

Ed?...I've been slacking and missed this until now.
I'm soooo glad I found it though...simply amazing.

I have to agree with Bri...a true masterpiece, this is...smile

Hugs to you, my friend...
When the power of love overcomes the
love of power the world will know peace.
-Jimi Hendrix

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