The razor's on the mirror.
Roll the dirty dollar bill.
Breathe in the exotic scent
of far away South America.
Bolivian marching powder
fuels the dance of distraction.
It fills my mind with visions
of green jungles and white
mosquito nets in forest huts
where drums beat out a rhythm
of life and love and lust.
One day we do la danse macabre,
so honey have a sniff with me.
Roll back the covers of civilization
and feel the primal beat of drums
that are echoed in our bloodstream.
In the elevated sense of awareness.
We feel so much alive my charming one,
because we know we play dice with death.
She is so lovely, she calls to me softly,
the snow white lady of my waking dreams.
A contest entry
- Addiction by poetryality.
900 points, ended November 14, 2008, 24 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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congrats! congrat!
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Coming from you that means a lot to me!
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aww.. thanks, but i'm not so great..though it's nice to hear anyway
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Wonderful write......I felt every word....sooo many memories brought back....congrats on your Gold
....God bless you,
Bear ~
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Thank you!
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As I read this poem I felt that familiar grumble in my stomach. I am an addict, in more ways than drug addiction. I crave that intensity with which you write. This poem nearly seduced me. I had to shake it off. Yes! As has been said again, and again...
POWERFUL, TRUTH, STIRRING REALITY...
Very well penned dear poet. Thank you for this entry and I wish you well in the challenge and life.
Much Love & Respect ♥
Renee
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''we play with dice and death'' powerful line..
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Wow i was hunting around the contests page when I stumbled across this, and I'm so glad I did!
Really in awe of your writing style, it seems to flow effortlessly through stanzas with the perfect rhythm and just a bit of enjambment to hammer home the theme. Great use of metaphores -
"feel the primal beat of drums
that are echoed in our bloodstream."
Keep up the great writing. Adding this as a favourite!
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I loved the metaphors and visuals!!
A terribly true reality for too many.
Good luck in the contest.
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"Roll back the covers of civilization"...that line left me in awe of your talent...(Line..no pun intended
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addiction raises her seductive head and calls.
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ah, yes, the White Lady...
temptation, trepidation, damnation...
Excellent write, John.
Love, Lane
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Brilliant! You have really shown how seductive drugs can be in this piece...this is the reality for addicts. So very powerful and yet captivatingly beautiful.
Best of luck in the contest!
Annie
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oh yes, I've danced with the white lady, and know the allure of her song. Well penned. Good luck in the contest.
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The metaphors here are beautiful, even though the destruction of this 'snow white lady' is anything but beautiful. I get that sense of addiction, of being lured...you've penned this so well
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White Lady of death
Well done.
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Well-written and wonderfully metaphorical, John - it's only when one comes to the last line that one realizes the "snow" here. Well done!
~ Nicolette
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just gotta pop off for a wafer thin toot, be back in a tick
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This has a certain beauty to it albeit deadly. You have chosen your phrasing with care making this a very seductive read, despite the content.
All the best in the contest.
Suzie Q
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perfect
maybe a little too lovely a poem for such a destructive habit..but I know where you're going with this...how much in love with it one can be...such a deadly dance..
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Very well written...
Much "fuel" for thought... Good luck in the contest!!
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Well written - some great lines in the poem.
'Bolivian marching powder'. You capture the allure of the drug with your words, and also the death that it brings with it.
Good luck in the contest.
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