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Light On the Devil's Chord - Day 13

In his seething silence, I spoke, softly to him,
“Did I desire once to be higher than you, oh seething heart?
Could I, in my human flesh, sympathize for your imminent demise?
Cradling you in my sorrows, as an embryo not yet grown
Yes, I had resented my place, 
Barreling in the disease of my compassion for you, 
I spoke, I sang, I wrote poetry in your name,
And I glorified your poison as it had shaped my ways,
How it evaded my mind in its sick arrays,
Even as the gift of knowledge grew upon my soul,
Lighting my way in places where you have swallowed it

The very poison you distributed among the masses,
Passed from soul to soul, 
In your time of dominion, you had control,
Stringing as you did, your puppets to dance
To your song, your darkening chords,
Humanity belittled in your rampaging reign,
Clouded in your clinging arms
Few stood tall against the strain,
That your fingers would pluck the strings
Your claws slipped from their grip
Digging and breaking the ground for the nourishing weak

I sorrowed over the unjustifiable sins,
Wondering why you were so adamant to win 
I spoke to you as a child would do,
Questioning you unassumingly, 
Curiously crawling toward your misery
To understand your heart of mystery
Today, I do the same, as a child,
But with strength, and the prospect to endure
Till the days pass as they have always
Hours dwindling while my company tenses
My host, You, oh Tortured One,
Waiting, for the moment to crush me in your dwindling power
The night shall drain just as the day does
And we shall both, in different times,
Stand in glory, to kneel as prostrates corrected…”

The lighted maelstrom rumbled and grew, 
Rising higher upon the walls of the pit
Voices crescendoing in a frightful dissonance
As he stood before it, looking out on the balcony
He held his tongue, in deep thought
“Come,” Said he, turning his body slowly toward me

His hand stretched out to me and I stared at it,
His long fingers eager for my touch,
Fervent for my light,
So that he may take it all away
In the grip of his powerful sway

I set my hand purposely upon his,
He wrapped his long fingers and claws around,
Trembling in impatience, tugging me along
His wings flapping mightily, 
Lusty burning in his hold

He sang,
“Toward my heart you draw forth your compassions,
As I plan against your God’s Kingdom so restlessly,
My hand outstretched, you speak your glories,
And clasp onto what burns I may offer
To empower such a woman as you, 
I will rise and show you, the Domination Age to come,
An Age that calls to you, beautiful, strange woman,
Under your moist lashes, 
And my dire distractions
I am tormented not in your sight,
You relieve this heart with your brashness so right,
You are courageous in your unpretentious ways,
Your truth tolerant of these darkening days
Rising we fly, as we discuss our distinctive fight,
My creations, your eyes open to 
I will show you my reign, my pain,
The burden that grows to this evil I sustain
We, outcasts, questioners of immoral rectitude
The knowledge answered in years of your solitude
I will answer you as I long to do,
Upon the lips that utter my magnificence
Upon the face that musters brilliance
You do not blind yourself with your intelligence,
Though you rest your hand upon mine with distance
You shall never fear me again as you once did, sweet woman
You shall fear me more so, until your swelling soul is sore
Thrashing in its conflicted muddles
The truth of our world will break your beleaguered heart free
Bring your heart once more near me,
For in you, I shall not die…”

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 10/4/2015 4:55:00 PM
And so now you have me thinking of evil piano strings with lights upon them. How do we suppress certain strings which should not play and allow the right tones? I may try to use this image for a meditation exercise and see how it works.
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Laura Breidenthal
Date: 10/8/2015 12:07:00 PM
Please do not hurt yourself Duke!! ~Laura
Date: 10/4/2015 4:53:00 PM
There is a lot of mental thrashing going on. It feels a lot like what is happening inside my head more than I would care to admit. So, I have compassion for that part of you which gives rise to these creations. I do not know how you capture all this so well. If this helps you and perhaps me take control of the unrest, then I must salute you. You are on to something very special here. I always have believed that I can learn from trying to get inside of someone else head--and this is close.
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Date: 10/3/2015 4:50:00 PM
Soup Mail...
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Laura Breidenthal
Date: 10/3/2015 8:30:00 PM
Wonderful :)
Date: 10/3/2015 4:13:00 PM
In my opinion this is your masterpiece...Like Kim, you seem to do this so effortlessly. 'In his seething silence' introduces this perfectly...Favorite line among many: 'Curiously crawling toward your misery' WOW...Have you ever heard 'Sympathy for the Devil' by the Rolling Stones? This reminds me somewhat of this gem. To my favs of course...
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Laura Breidenthal
Date: 10/3/2015 8:30:00 PM
Thank you, sweet Tim! Yes, that's a good song! ~Laura
Date: 10/2/2015 1:23:00 AM
There lives in this section of your epic a steady pulse and strong ethic of admission, you broaden your view of the Devil's nature, his motives, and his emotions, its sympathetic yet affectionately hostile. One gets the sense that despite being resolute in your virtue you remain vulnerable, even seduced by the "Tormented One". His nefarious will begins to maneuver masterfully into her intellect, one feels that he desires her intensely, that this strange woman holds much potential Laura...J.A.B.
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Laura Breidenthal
Date: 10/2/2015 1:30:00 AM
I am glad that this series is keeping you excited, Justin. Thank you for the awesome,meaningful comments! ~Laura
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Justin Bordner
Date: 10/2/2015 1:28:00 AM
I am especially attracted to the 3rd verse, and these lines of are delightful, "Curiously crawling towards your misery, to understand your heart of mystery..." sensuous and suspenseful, and there is something so romantically frightful in the close Laura...J.A.B.
Date: 9/30/2015 2:05:00 AM
Again I had to read not only twice but thrice to ensure I got it right, my friend. I love the strength and power this woman has that comes from her childlike curiosity.The devil can't help it, can he? He's as much drawn to her as I am to this piece. Fascinated. It behooves me how you are able to weave this plot so effortlessly when just reading keeps me on my toes! :-))) 7 and fav. I shall have to go back to ensure I all the others in my list! Waiting for the next installment, my friend. HUgs!
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Laura Breidenthal
Date: 9/30/2015 10:44:00 AM
Also, once I get to 20, I'll be taking a break to really edit some of the older ones...just little tweaks.. :) ~Laura
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Laura Breidenthal
Date: 9/30/2015 10:43:00 AM
Kim, your support warms my heart; I can't thank you enough for sticking around to read this piece. It means A LOT. Love you dear!! I'm also trying to limit myself to one section per week, maybe every two weeks, depending on how excited I am for posting...haha...just so it can sink in better...I dunno if that will do any good, but I guess it will get me going on it, instead of having great hiatuses in between. ANYWAY, thank you once again. I can't write it enough. ~Laura