Inky shadow's of Satan's bloated universe...‏collaboration Jonathan Edward Furches & Frieda

He cast inky shadows of his dark metaphorical heart

dark as sin and looming large on the horizon

there were no gods in his world's eye view

it revolved around his own bloated universe

evil tidings were always his first precedence

although his cadence spoke of a higher power

he never practiced what he frenetically spewed

 He brought forth utter brokenness to every eye he so seen

With the blackness of vile to all sleep and dream

The man seem as a form of Satan his stains every where

He walked to and from no light did he spare

And in the horizon with rays of blood burning pains

Where no hopes would ever be

and smells of rotten flesh on paper it so seem

blank parchment wretches at your touch

In the realm of possibilities you are but a dim star

shining but dullness in a night meant only for you

in this universe's supermoon glow

you will disappear from existence eventually

fade to ashes the same color 

of us one and all

Author's Note

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

He found me once...in the innocence...laying in the field of wheat parched ...looking for my stars...he cloaked me, fed me, and at last he tried to suck my blood.....that was years ago now. He runs from me ...I haven't seen him for quite sometime...though I know he still hides in his shadows....COWARD!....Excellence penned as always Frieda!

[Frieda P]

Only once, lucky you Queenie! Thanks so much, jazz'd you enjoyed our collaboration!

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

after being hunted ....I learned to become the hunter:)

[Frieda P]

Ahhh smart woman, send me step by step instructions ;)

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Glad you liked:)

[anne]

"where no hopes would ever be..............at your touch"....amazing.....

[Lyn Anderson]

Wow, you really took Jonathan to the dark side. I hope you held his hand.:) This is really good, a solid collaboration without breaks to tell who started where. I just think you need to take the apostrophe out of shadows in the title

[AprilRN1210]

well, hot dayum.. HOT indeed.. why does that devil seem so tempting?... I guess I am a sucker for the dark, pain ridden heart.. This poem bleeds onto the paper and burns it on contact.. wheew.. Nice song choice, by the way.. yep, nice vivid imagery.. took me to that dark place.. then set it on fire.. ouch! great collab:)

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Thank You :)

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you're welcome sir!

[nicola.]

A very interesting write with a very interesting philosophy thrown in there somehow. If you deny the spiritual needs of yourself, you deny yourself a happy and eventful existence.

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Thank You.

[kublakhan27]

I think I got burned by the vitriol in this piece haha I'm hard-pressed to find words to articulate its effect on me because I know what it's about...sadly this type is person exists in legions, they are unavoidable, and the less I try to dwell on this audacious group, the more they eat me up...the whole piece is an aggravated 'talk to the hand' brought to life in a great and most vivid collab...well done to the both of you :)

[Frieda P]

Laughing here! I'll get you a cool compress and some aloe vera for that Benji...thanks, 'audacious group'...that's a mouthful of gag . ;) Grazie sweetie! x

[kublakhan27]

Always a pleasure love :) x

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Thank You .

[s y e]

Wow, this one collaboration you two... Never expected but yet you both blew me away, great poem!!

[Frieda P]

Thanks noodle, both our pens were seething at the same time, so we figured we set the page on fire. :)

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Thank you Sye:)))))))))))))

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I really enjoyed writing with you Frieda my dear friend:))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

[Frieda P]

Right back at you Jon! It was a fun doing a collaboration with you. :)

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