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Corpus delicti

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Corpus delicti

Close your ears, close your eyes and pray to me for, as close as this, you may never get to God. What immortals have you hoped to see? What espirit de corp have you longed for? Who will guide your earthly plod? Kiss me for I have kissed the lips of Lestat, nipped and pricked, punctured and sucked to husks, occasionally with regret, but more often lust's ascot what once was I, reveling in your taste, your musk. As Louis, I beguile with tawdry tales surreal visages of plantation nights, horror of the color green, Letiche roaming creatures who our trails conceal, the true demons whose glamour goes unseen. Yes, I prayed for death, wrapped in the pain of lost kin but, by God I never wished, I never wished for Him. 2 But, by God, I never wished, I never wished for Him. Eternity alone is such a hollow thing, unripe, never, ever, feeling full, a marrow-less bone, scrim- shaw's sorry surface, a sperm-less whale to pipe. Such as this was He, when him came to me that mid- night, pleading, bleeding, ever feeding morbid life. A cameo on cowry shell, with skin which bid the touch of cheek on cheek to assuage my grief to fill the brother-less gap the lack of wife. This is how he lured me to the kill, the blood spilled how fire and innocence flamed when he arrived. Do not hate me for the fate his kiss instilled Surely, a family is the normal thing to long for alive or dead to long for an espirit de corp. 3 Alive or dead to long for an espirit de corp crestfallen at the lack of hearth and home, pride we hidden monsters kill what we adore, and more ... leaving us in marble crypts with no warmth inside. Then He saw her, the child beside the corpse of mother half dead, the pox upon her face, amidst the tears certainly to save her was His goal, what other? But now I think her savior - a most foul affair. Claudia, the child eternal, bidding, unformed blight, monster among monsters, her wee wicked formed unbudded curdled, curling ever inward, a trickster charming night stalker, dragging porcelain dollies by her side. Daughter mine? Temptress, maker-killer, unformed bride have you killed your father, dumped him in a swampy hide? 4 Have you killed your father, dumped Him in a swampy hide? Years you've planned and plotted, Lestat to defy and I absorbed in misspent fantasy with you; my fate allied. Damned one, poisoner, death angel, do you deny the desecration of the His unmoving vessel, fed to the fishes, the bottom feeders, oh but He made do ... absorbed recaste, laid in wait each hungry cell. We fled the patricide, you and I sought others of our kind. What gruesome, ill bred misfits the world held and so hardening the unbeating heart ... beloved to mankind we returned as if compelled. To the core of life and lore to Paree, to the bloody stage the Theatre des Vampires is home. Mockery's the rage. 5 The Theatre des Vampires is home. Mockery's the rage. Do you see them now? Four hundred years and Armand has not changed. See them lure the human meat upstage with laughter. Reality's the rage and oh the blood coined. "How gauche!" our petite Claudia sighs, the excess in gore and waste. But, the coven has my Armand's grace. For Claudia, Madeleine the doll maker dies, reborn to mother the horrific woman 'neath this childish face. A family formed again when Lestat steps in alive and the coven lets the sun take Claudia and Madeleine. I entombed, walled in, buried alive, if not for my Armand. Their ashes, oh my dears, in death entwined. I burned the lot of them within their caskets, burnt alive; the curtain fell yet there was still Armand and I. 6 The curtain fell yet there was still Armand and I. I could nor forget, would not forget, the fate of Claudia of which he was no small part, it was a small lust easily untied. Home was all I wanted, the damp, the swamp, the bougainvillea sickened of my Old World haunts, all I wanted was home. Never, never would I make another, a comfort I decline. Let the modern age wonder where it is I roam; penance unearned and ungiven in the shadows I hide. I can not live, I can not breathe, death's my only company my wife, my child, my brother, so many others. The living dead is what we're called, Vampire, do you pity me? Lestat "Do you see me? Your sight I dread!" West coast, golden gates Baghdad by the bay in the bars I linger where men are men, aren't they? 7 In the bars, I linger, where men are men, aren't they? I find you here, or you find me? I bare my soul to you of lessons learned, of men, of plays, ah cabarets. "What do you do, what do you say, you writer you ... two footed harridan of clay? You long for the eternal kiss as if the bliss of life was so very little to pay. Fool that you are ... not in life or death would you be grist a waste you are, a mortal led so far astray. No passion's left, no fond memories ... but her golden hair. Perhaps, I'll take a taste of you, foolish fop, and sigh; no immortal will I make. On the floor, I will leave you there refuse beside the pages, the sordid tales as my reply. As my lips close on your throat, heaven's absentee, close your ears, close your eyes and pray to me.

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  1. Date: 4/26/2014 2:21:00 PM
    Hey you, belated congrats... so so good. Yes, I know, the characters and plot are not yours, but the manner in which you brought the story to life, is ALL yours. There is a reason that they give awards for writing an adapted screenplay. I'm glad that you created something based on a novel you truly enjoyed. I hope this will be a keepsake, like fan-fiction. ;) Oh, you'll find the results (right now) on the 2nd page. I was happy to see 4 brave poets give this a go! It wasn't for slugabugs! xoDee

  1. Date: 4/23/2014 2:55:00 PM
    So so darn exceptional !!! This was a goal worth shooting for.....you set the mark !!

  1. Date: 4/23/2014 7:47:00 AM
    Way to go..Top of the list..Congrats.Sara

  1. Date: 3/12/2014 6:29:00 PM
    Oh ... no. I think that Im going to stop here! LOL! I'll be back tomorrow! Have a great evening.

  1. Date: 2/21/2014 9:57:00 PM
    Babe!! You rule!! Always so enamored by your use of vocabulary and formation of thoughts but mostly how you can grab life--that has in many ways tossed you aside ---and still make some sense of it!

  1. Date: 2/19/2014 3:04:00 PM
    Ninny :) The MORE I get to know you, the more I find to love. Always feel free to tell me to stuff it.. lol... cause I know your heart, hon. I'm writing my novel... struggling with the setting and gathering info needed so I don't stumble with voice. Hmm... it's like you're writing about a character staring out at a view... but you don't really see what she does unless all the facts are known... Anyways, I managed to score a book on Amazon which will help and I have a curator who can help! Yeah!!

  1. Date: 2/19/2014 5:39:00 AM
    this a mega poem Debbie what a fantastic pen hugs

  1. Date: 2/18/2014 2:00:00 PM
    This has number #1 all over it! Oh Golly-Molly, I was sweating over doing one, finally tried it, and then read this, and see that there are some forms that I'm just not cut out for.....period. Your use and skill of metaphors are always top-notch, and you have so brilliantly captured the darkness of this delicious vampire movie.. Oh Golly Molly!!

  1. Date: 2/18/2014 11:17:00 AM
    EPIC! How the heck are ya, Debbie?

  1. Date: 2/16/2014 9:37:00 PM
    Mail

  1. Date: 2/16/2014 7:25:00 PM
    All I can say to this write is WOW. Well done and very spooky lady, i will hold on to my hubby tonight for the images left behind to my imagination in dream land. lol by the by i am going to post something new myself let me know what you think this time. cheri

  1. Date: 2/16/2014 5:26:00 PM
    Oh boy! What a gory, blood-spattered half a dozen + one sonnet chapters. I thoroughly enjoyed this fantastic assemblage of sonnets. It brought back to me the vampire book of mine, "Unholy Pursuit," published a few years ago. I'm still reeling with the images you caused me to see and the blood you made me smell and the smell of the undead which is indescribable. Clap.Clap Take a bow.

  1. Date: 2/14/2014 4:39:00 PM
    debbie an exceptional write...David

    Guzzi Avatar Debbie Guzzi
    Date: 2/14/2014 7:27:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Thank you David, Dee changed it now so folks can take a character in a new plot direction if they like this is pretty much a synopsis of the book & believe me Anne Rice did it way better.
  1. Date: 2/14/2014 9:58:00 AM
    Damn! When I read your stuff, I realize how limited I am when it comes to writing. This was unbelievably great.

  1. Date: 2/13/2014 8:32:00 PM
    The Vampire Chronicles... Wow! Took you less effort (or at least less time) than managing the collaboration, I imagine. No one can touch this, I guarantee. Cheers, Roy

    Guzzi Avatar Debbie Guzzi
    Date: 2/14/2014 10:00:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Thanks Roy, I'm trying hard to write with less meter but once it's trapped in your head it's hard to shake it loose!
  1. Date: 2/12/2014 8:52:00 AM
    :) First lesson in plot. No plot is your own. There are, basically, nine (yes, only nine) and they have been retold over and over. This is wonderful. I won't say more. I'll leave that for spring, when the contest closes.

    MacMillan Avatar Cyndi MacMillan
    Date: 2/12/2014 8:55:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    http://wa.emergent-publishing.com/2011/07/how-many-definitive-plots-are-there-in-literature/
  1. Date: 2/10/2014 8:31:00 AM
    Like the old song says "This Could Be the Start of Something Big"!! The only difference is that this IS the start of something exceptional!

    Guzzi Avatar Debbie Guzzi
    Date: 2/10/2014 9:16:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    thank you Craig, but since the plot is not my own, it's really just an exercise in trying to write sonnets [TRYING] the way Dee does and I don't feel all that successful :(
    cornish Avatar craig cornish
    Date: 2/10/2014 8:32:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    I agree with Robert!
  1. Date: 2/9/2014 5:09:00 PM
    Looks like the start of something good. I am now anxious to see the finished product.

  1. Date: 2/9/2014 4:32:00 PM
    A very intense write Debbie, you've surpassed your usual I can't wait to read more of this sonnet, it has the mark of excellency on it, you keep us waiting on baited breath, but I am certain it is well worth the wait, luv xxx