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[title] => A Darkly Eloquent Passage Into Her Madness
[time] => 2013-02-14 21:02:54
[hometext] => .........back to a quietly familiar, heart-wrenching exile....where all the King's horses and all the King's men....shan't ever put her together again....
[bodytext] => The dusk of her autumnal season of darkened fury is annoyingly overwhelming to her ---- envelops her in the futility of unconquerable fears---- a vast chasm of maddening loneliness ---- the emptiness of it harnessing her, embedding itself within the myriad scars of all her yesterdays ---- creating new pathways of such ill-enlightened damage too subtle yet to harken any alarm of threat ---- unheeded, as always 'til the afterthought ---- the imminent loss just some forsaken chalk mark amongst all the other stone-walled glyphs ---- the velvety blanket of brightly gathered moss grows stagnant and decaying, revealing an underbrush of feigned ignorance and masked denial ---- desperately failed illusions fall from the wings of tomorrow's dragonflies as they flit across a cracked teal sky ---- their hindered visions offering no more assuming promises nor clarity for reason ---- her banished resolve begs for solace, she prays for that secured peace to stop slipping from her weakened grasp ---- with any renewable strength eluding her ---- the ironic virtue of her brilliantly morose expressions gives fodder to her despondent musings, viciously feeding an enabling legacy of melancholia ---- the sharpness of her quill mars the virgin parchment, flourishing it still with reality's poisoned ink ---- springing forth with repressed confusions and embellished utterances lost to logic ---- the non-existent vehicle for the delivery of vague ridden missives ---- the silencing of a voice unable to orate to an audience, to fashion a testament of fact ---- that an illuminating trust once settled contentedly open upon the throne of her heart ---- a time when expectant wishes and optimistic faith dared to be conceivable dreams and joy did once abound ---- the grieving poignancy and merciless comprehension within the tapestry of her darkly eloquent phrases seem only to be flagrantly exposed and given astounding life as the siren's wicked ascension from hibernation graces her once again with her vile intentions of crippling detachment ---- her voice only registers an audible tone of declaration while she's trapped within her forested cage of unhinging sorrow and blinding remorse ---- her limbs enmeshed within the cold metal of her dungeon floor, sentencing her with a verdict quite righteously indecent, lacking all impunity ---- incessantly threatening the brink of her sanity ---- as yet another epoch is given an advance for a five-star critics' review ---- how long must she endure these harrowing spasms consuming her lucidity ---- how will she bravely absorb this gravely twisted internment of her karmic resolution ---- languishing away forfeited and unnecessary, leaving only an atrophied remnant of a splendor once treasured ---- all the while , time trickles slowly on ---- abiding a cacophony concerto, a deafening turbulence of malicious voices ---- entrancing her down into the spiraling abyss of her impending dissonant madness ---- the hourglass spins its malevolent revolution of treacherously entrancing sand ---- a warped timepiece, a guileful companion for her surreal trip into this Dalesque masterpiece ---- a grotesque arrangement of relentless roller coaster rides in some horror-flick filled amusement park escapade of never-ending terror ---- a macabre theater of "tell tale heart" like recurring nightmares ---- entertaining her with blood-curdling arias, she stumbles into a house of mirrors both shattering and disfiguring ---- trapped in this pathological maze of no return ---- the winter solstice of her psyche, extensively eclipsed, reveals a raw and fragile soul ---- a savagely homicidal, self-loathing and destructive creature ---- unceremoniously sidelined, abruptly cast off, harshly abandoned and conditionally shelved ---- the release from her inner gates of pain flow exquisitely from the engraved inscriptions bubbling to the surface ---- the ugliness poached upon her innocence begetting an absolution of unfathomable degrees ---- the crimson strokes congealed ---- artfully displayed ---- a finalized ritual of resolute blood-letting ---- have pooled themselves around her sacrificial fetal pose ---- imperializing her vanquished reign, canonizing her existence with her lovely destruction ---- that which could never be esteemed by her light ---- the appreciation of her absence to far outweigh any appreciation of her presence ---- she surrenders as her weakened spirit escapes the burdensome fetters of her oppressively forced exile ---- the dawn of any forthcoming spring, quixotic and beyond her scope, withers her defenses ---- her immunity stripped as her ethereal glow dulls to a lifeless pallor of ashen grey ---- her guttural, aching pleas become lost amidst the unforgiving, bitter winds ---- shore bound and muted ---- she's left forgotten and eternally unheard ---- may her striking prose tumble and fall, airily dancing upon the briny foam of an ebbing tide ---- her cadence suspended, transcendently cocooned she waits for the window of her new moon to open ---- the boatman's lantern glow guiding her emergence into the kaleidoscoped journey yet awaiting her ---- resurrecting her abrasive tethering to the stone pillared wall ---- cast her die, gambling her lot, scattered her pearls, wagering karma has chosen not the validation of an epic lore to be sought , adored and revered ---- a mantra chanted for in its' stead, allowing her fate a fortuitous occasion of pardoned reprieve ---- returning again to her hand-fasted kingdom of borrowed fortune ---- reserving her for: that cherishing hand ----to once again be claimed by his smoldering touch ---- that adoring heart ---- to once again swell with incomparable affection ---- that imposing fortress ---- to once again be her protective throne of promised love ---- grace revisited; honor reborn; hope restored; pride redeemed ---- but alas, without any emergence of her destiny in sight ---- she's slipping off her kilter ---- her axis crooked, her arcana displaying deceptive trickery and crumbling towers of chaos ---- She'd give over much of anything to no longer be banished ---- for fate to deem her worthy of liberation ---- sacrificing her instruments of vitriol articulation for a dramatist's blockage of penned silence ---- a rune's throw of intentional spellbinding, committing a collective anthology into some obscure relic ---- for the seer to evoke inquiries placed on a crystal orb to reveal cloudy speculation with no discernible answers ---- yet all she is able to command is the luxuriant infinite slumber within a crisp, snow-blanketed canopy of her obliging greenwood ---- her restful denouement ---- no poetic epitaph etched onto granite smooth marble to mark the passing of this contender ---- no downpour of golden coins nor applauded encores for this tainted angel from the market street bazaar ---- an era merely expires ---- as the siren's song extinguishes what's left of her flame. jaeann 2013 [comments] => 4 [counter] => 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