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Disengadged....{sleep in rust}
By A Velvet Tongue
Tarred and feathered
painted in rot
dusty and fetid
Your Iron Maiden sleeps in rust
Anarchists in chains
gather cumbersome breaths
to welcome the inquisition
within your glorified shrine
Racks line these walls
laced in blue bloods
cacophonies' crescendo in pain
wounds seep in wilted angst
Borrow now thy tyrant's fist
cover ye in royal stench
paupers and princes naked forms
sleep wistfully aside invoked death
disengadge ....
as you move through me
I welcome the flood
as I sail through ascension
I only wave
as you bury me
screaming again
as your vision stains
who are thy neighbors
........brought ashore from ships afloat
marred sails for glory bind
carrying to another port
Destruction
she is your redemptive rite
society's plea for reprieve
callousness yet, on your finger sways
nonchalant,
your cold disregard
disengadges
disenchants
disrupts
until the inquisition
is but a mere ball
your masquerade
feathers and pearls
.......over at the stroke of twelve
one second after
is where silence
f
a
l
l
s
the weak
grovel at your feet
The strong
dance until dawn
a goddess
garbed in demise
smiles in brilliance
the inevitable
now at hand...
she softly speaks
her words, paint your lobes
in lust...
"May I have this dance"?
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Copyright 2003 Beverly L. Hernandez
Published on Sunday, December 21, 2003.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "Disengadged....{sleep in rust}"
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On Sunday, March 26, 2006, whisperer
(166)
wrote:
i am just going to sit and stare at the visions this casts me into for awhile...so beautifully painted these
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A former member wrote:
You're so...filled with passion...it inspires me...shows in your writing...obviously, because that's what you write about...but, you know, you have such talent.
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A former member wrote:
A Featured Poet! again, as Ophelia, and both of you much well deserve the claim... a grace I have never been fortuned with: 'Tarred and feathered painted in rot...' the state of how this poet feels...
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A former member wrote:
'...within your glorified shrine ...' so much as to why you deserve the grace of your poetic genius!'...laced in blue bloods...' beautiful imagery! from the beautiful Velvet Poet's mouth...
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A former member wrote:
'disengadge ....
as you move through me
I welcome the flood
as I sail through ascension...' This is Poetic Opera at it's best, w/ a hint of Industrial Goth heavy & pure w/ composition & splendid orchestration!
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A former member wrote:
'your masquerade
feathers and pearls .......over at the stroke of twelve one second after
is where silence f a l l s ...' How perfect this would fit as a sensual grip in the weave of Venus Seventy-Nine...'the weak grovel at your feet The strong dance
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A former member wrote:
'...dance until dawn
a goddess...' Velvet Eighty-One!'garbed in demise
smiles in brilliance
the inevitable
now at hand...
she softly speaks
her words, paint your lobes
in lust...
"May I have this dance"?'
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On Wednesday, December 24, 2003, DarkCheffie
(9) wrote:
Wow mom, I'm with aunt meeme on this one, Very nice work, I love your poetry, Love your gay adopted son (and his new adopted name)
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On Monday, December 22, 2003, Alanarchy
(1168) wrote:
And in this I am stunned. great write. This brought alot of thoughts to the surface of my head. far to many to weed through. wonderful job.
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A former member wrote:
ill have to agree wiht drea, very deep
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On Sunday, December 21, 2003, Moodswing
(63) wrote:
*sits silently for a moment* im at a loss for words.....which rarely ever happens
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On Sunday, December 21, 2003, Drea
(1388) wrote:
Deep indeed. Vel, i love when you post work like this. Your erotica is amazing, but its works like this that keep my mind going. So many images, and sounds spill from these words. ~Drea~
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