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Blistering Wilderness
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Blistering Wilderness |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(Audio for this year-starting number will be coming later this week, yay! I want to turn this into a mid-tempo rock song with a dizzying, atmospheric sound that matches my emotions as of late yearning for my desires to come true! Hope you like it!  )* Blistering Wilderness By: Noah Eaton 1/1/06 Staring up through the canopy, can feel like peeking through a razor blade, dignity dominates the atmosphere, but serenades have a tendency to masquerade. Beneath all the distorted noise pollution, I still hear your voice whispering, I’m just a polyphonic vagabond, awaiting an entrance to your community. (Take me in, be my muse tonight, take me in, be my muse tonight...) Your eyes breathe on my face, I feel the sweetest taboo, envisioning your smile, if I may insist, please persist, Lord knows my heart’s electrocuted within, but you’re the second wind, that can get me through this blistering wilderness... . . . . . Last night you left a scar, in the most fertile regions of my heart, you sensed all the perilousness, and unchecked profusion on my pilot chart, I swear I can see your thoughts take shape, each time I’m stricken with this heat stroke, and beneath the white noise, your laughter filled my lungs like smoke. Your eyes breathe on my face, I feel the sweetest taboo, envisioning your smile, if I may insist, please persist, Lord knows my heart’s electrocuted within, but you’re the second wind, that can get me through this blistering wilderness... . . . . . Tracing all your outlines, glazing all your eyelashes, I’m sipping your felicity, the emotional heat flash, you were my meal ticket, when I was parched of thirst, I was stranded between oases, your most beautiful came unrehearsed… . . . . . Your eyes breathe on my face, I feel the sweetest taboo, envisioning your smile, if I may insist, please persist, Lord knows my heart’s electrocuted within, but you’re the second wind, that can get me through this blistering wilderness... . . . . . . . . . "If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other" Mother Teresa |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I do not, as yet have sound, but I read you... "I’m sipping your felicity," That's a sexy line, sweet noah. It implies a gnawing hunger that is innocent, but longs for NOT.  enjoyed. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Ooh my...can't wait to hear the sound with this one Noah!! Hugs~Nancy In the midst of winter, |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
"Your eyes breathe on my face," ~ Gosh, that is one sensuous sounding line! I eagerly await the audio to be able to really hear it ~ and all the other empassioned words! Loveya, Noel Noah!  |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Wow, this is awesome Noah! You've been busy over the holidays! hugs, Chris Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: Very passionate, yet light and joyous! This will be perfect with a rock sound! Love and hugs. Happy New Year, may all your dreams come true! Margherita  |
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