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Morbid elegance
happymole

for a friend who makes me her prisoner. . .
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Mind so sensing
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pulling my thoughts
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out of the shell
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for reasons unrevealed.
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How strong it is
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for I can do none
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when the séance begins
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she, alone, performs.
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Her style with twist
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swallows deep,
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her tongue resists
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no territories.
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My karmic spectrum,
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though eyes are close
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and senses are at rest,
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to her are visible.
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Quantum connection
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an escape couldn’t be.
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Wiccans have senses
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for dimensions unseen.
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Palms, tarots, crystals
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purposes not served
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for only through her iris
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She sees what’s inside me.
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But her gestures so elegant
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Nobody notices
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her attempt to find
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the lead to my endless route.
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My friend, you must learn to repsect my privacy...
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22 Apr 09

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keep away from her or
keep your own senses

sharp

it's a psy-war of sorts
so don't come short

of anything.

damn wiccans.
: )
 — fractalcore

haha.  some wiccans are kind-hearted, fc.  Don't put them all in just one box.  But thanks for the comment anyway.
 — happymole

Raven hair
and ruby lips
Sparks fly from her finger tips
Echoed voices in the night
Shes a restless spirit on an endless flight
Wooo hooo witchy woman, see how
High she flies
Woo hoo witchy woman she got
The moon in her eye
She held me spellbound in the night
Dancing
shadows and firelight
Crazy laughter in another
Room and she drove herself to madness
With a silver spoon
Woo hoo witchy woman see how high she flies
Woo hoo witchy woman she got the moon in her eye
Well I know you want a lover,
Let me tell your brother, shes been sleeping
In the devils bed.
And theres some rumors going round
Someones underground
She can rock you in the nighttime
til your skin turns red
Woo hoo witchy woman
See how high she flies
Woo hoo witchy woman
She got the moon in her eye
 — chuckle_s

great piece there, chuchle_s.  what's the title?  I feel like making a rhythm for it and convert it into a chant...   :)
 — happymole

please. tell me you've heard of the eagles.
 — chuckle_s

that's prolly the new lyrics to life
in the fast lane.

: )
 — fractalcore

nicely tight writing and keeping within the parameters of not being an idiot -- like, being able to know that this is the life you have and want. good writing. the personal stuff, well... 'set me free, why don't you babe...', but, that's why we write poetry instead of cheap songs.

nice write.
 — trashpoodle

!
 — unknown

haha.  sorry chuckle_s...i've heard of them but that song didn't enter my mind.  thought it's an original piece from you but i was wrong.  :)
 — happymole

thanks a lot trashpoodle.  hope i can be as free as how I wanna be.  :)
 — happymole

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