we converse helter skelter in your soft killer approach, teetering on wooden innuendo's third wheel white satin nights turned black magic dust fever is distracting and unchained like rainfall on the frying pan sand foundations of celluloid Shangri-la superseded over hills and far away where your romance ransacks education in a heist of Merlin's stash of love potion old man shooed from monotone incantations shipped to a jenga tower of tobacco song something in my moves attracted nothing in the smoke ring of your seduction vacuum now the trouble with nothing is something convoluted metaphors of destiny paralyzed in your concocted rhyme enchanted in sorcerer's scented sage nestled in your judgement's serenade rushing through heady spirited senses quintessentially rendered of illusory inflection modulating at time warp speed's redemption difference apparent in reflection's fiction processing a paradigm of connoisseur's legends slipped from sleight of hand's stacked holy book interpretations beat the clock at half past tock while the ticker-tape parade ceases and concedes pecking order to Rhiannon's sentencing caravan brittle femurs burst into balloons of blisters on the sizzle of the paved grave site of paradise lost and lamented too late felicity's hymn flutters in a warped reel left to sweat rhythms in the red-eyed sun machine take off your sinful scared skin exposing the scar abandon mystery's magic tour of your throne shadows take on a brilliant hue when liberated
Well, I can't always tell where one metaphor leaves off and another begins, but it is brilliant! I am in awe of such exquisite lines as:
'where your romance ransacks education
in a heist of Merlin's stash of love potion
old man shooed from monotone incantations
shipped to a Jenga tower of tobacco song.'
I see altogether in a single room of my mind, scattered blocks, broken beakers, and the Marlboro Man strumming a ditty in the corner. Amazing! Did you collaborate one line at a time? It flows seamlessly, however you managed it. Superlative worthy effort. Excellent work, both of you!
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10 Years Ago
Ha you want me to explain the method to our madness. ;) Those are the genius's lines....I love them.. read moreHa you want me to explain the method to our madness. ;) Those are the genius's lines....I love them too, thanks so much J.K.!
Damn! Your ability is at another level. I read this 3 times just to try and get a feel for it....wow
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Thanks Blogger, it's Kublakhan's Daliesque brilliance that shines, we feed off of each other when we.. read moreThanks Blogger, it's Kublakhan's Daliesque brilliance that shines, we feed off of each other when we're writing a collaboration...jazz'd you enjoyed.
I will make a confession and as such it will impeded me from subjectivity from hereafter. I have a serious crush on Frieda's poetry and it is a good job that I can't physically be in the same room with her I would struggle not to attempt hitting on and pease let that resound with the greatest respect as married and also ugly it is not in my destiny. So when I say that I mean the way that the writing is crafted, I get seduced into it after two lines and its logic is so enchanting that I have to go back and forth trying to use my feeble thinking to come up wtith something that would appeace my enthusiasm. With lines likes these though "convoluted metaphors of destiny, paralyzed in your concocted rhyme" is it any wonder?
So when she finishes with "take off your sinful scared skin exposing the scar,abandon mystery's magic tour of your throne,shadows take on a brilliant hue when liberated."
I feel paralyzed and now all is left for me is for the frog to turn into a Prince and kiss me to get me unstuck. Prince? oh my the things I must endure....
Thankyou
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10 Years Ago
OMG I think I love you.....ha you just blew my skirt up and knocked my socks off with this review, I.. read moreOMG I think I love you.....ha you just blew my skirt up and knocked my socks off with this review, I can't wait for Steve to read it! Merci beaucoup, grazie mille & all that jazz....so thrilled you enjoyed our collaboration...
If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..