There’s a harmonious discord between the lines of black and white; where a pristine mire is circumscribed by disenchanted minds.
I find myself amid this towering emptiness sauntering along like a possessed marionette; in a trance (dancing among the dead).
Circling in a cauldron with boiled nerves and dimmed senses, I taste the blandness that was once an acute array of synaptic gunfire.
Fleshless…
Breathless… and ever so alive
Whose malicious mind spins a rusty wheel inside?
Caged in infinite space; I am muted with deafening silence; having unwillingly prolapsed upon flat notes lying slovenly between ebony and ivory.
By: Jaye Eryk
Copyright 2009
Non-monosyllabic comments welcomed
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I find a certain reflection when reading your works, though stale in comparison, I seemingly know those roads traveled I wish to me and others were unknown. I always admired your writes that stem from a raw honesty within you, and this piece in its uniqueness is no different. Pen on Poe Bro. 3rd and 4th line, just another day in paradise, living the dream brother. NOT. Like those lines, they reach out and grab me.
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Very Eloquent and gratifying
The hue of the text certainly matches the subject matter. The second verse was very recherché. There is an atmosphere that surrounds your mind when you read the third stanza onwards.
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