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Musical Torment - The Infamous Masterpieces

Torturing me with touches I feel the sting of hardened and lasting lust Touches not of mortal fingers, But Halloween-haloed strings composed by musicians of mystery Pressing upon my back--yes! A searing, yet melodi-errotic strike All upon me, yet far from me... Leave me not in the judgement of my own scrambling feelings Rest not away as I hold my hands out in the dark Deathly dances are visions heaven-bound for the duo-- Yet for the solo- a blank, useless measure... The pulsing silence of amateur-stitched love rattles me Making rhythms giggle in my mind Intervals of idiocy tormenting all reason Truly an agonizing, but for others--minor--prison Is the smile that helped design those strings Those strings that pluck upon my spine Controlling me in a dark place stuck between tunes and time Why are your hands so cold when you play those piano keys? Why are your lungs so eroded with the pride that taints the songs you sing? Why have the rhythms gone awry, and why does your apathetic dissonance thrive? And tell me… through it all… As you compose the rise and fall… Why is all this destruction you created so vibrantly alive?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 9/8/2014 5:30:00 PM
Excellent write, Laura! You drew me into your own personal torment made up of realities and doubt. It is strong and expressive. Inserting this in my faves. // paul
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Date: 9/7/2014 10:11:00 AM
Gotta love playing music--both dark and light. Tap tap tap!!! It does have an amazing effect on me. I am glad to know you too have an ear and other parts. You are so broad and creative in your lines, it just leaves me in awe. The connections you make are so symphonic and elegant.
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Date: 9/6/2014 2:50:00 AM
Laura, your poetic questions are so very beautiful in original shades of gray. The erotic pain in your heart is so very intriguing...I relate...Perhaps it is not a destruction Laura, rather the ashes of love being reformed into hearts harboring a primal passion. " Deathly dances are visions heaven bound for the duo..." fantastic!!! J.A.B.
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Laura Breidenthal
Date: 9/6/2014 3:15:00 AM
Hi dear one..thanks. Is that a rose in your avatar? Nice photo! ~Laura
Date: 9/5/2014 10:25:00 AM
Crazy, twisted, & completely you. Vibrant, yet piercing. Elegant, yet destructive. You trample the crossroad of emotional Yin Yangs like no other I have ever read. Also, "Melodi-erotic"...delish!
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Laura Breidenthal
Date: 9/6/2014 3:16:00 AM
Thank you Drake- completely me, eh? I hope so.. slightly. : ) You're kind to read my work! I will check out your newest poems soon. ~Laura
Date: 9/4/2014 7:04:00 PM
I also heard about those two young men whose lives were destroyed because of something they didn't do! Can't imagine ever restoring their faith in the judicial system! Almost certainly, they must have become hardened towards society. What an absolute travesty! Jack XOX
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Laura Breidenthal
Date: 9/6/2014 3:18:00 AM
Indeed my friend. I am humbled and saddened by this.. I hadnt heard...lots of love... ~Laura