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    dots Submission Name: Hat Madder and the Shatter Soundsdots
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    Author: Passionbyapathy
    ASL Info:    23/M/Columbus, Ohio
    Elite Ratio:    5.3 - 207/276/228
    Words: 877
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
    Total Views: 232
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    dotsHat Madder and the Shatter Soundsdots
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    She exists as sumptuous beauty suspended in body
    resident soul and living light unfolding
    no chorus besides affectionate laughter in example
    After, that smile paints pretty marvels into picture
    tugging heart-strings with flourish in passing
    Outlasting love surpassing and erasing
    one step shy of insult, might as well be defacing
    Testament, passion came natural,
    proved boundless
    almost evangelic, this faith dug up as a holy relic
    Embellished though once championed like prophecy
    for all to see reconstructed - re-purposed.
    An inter-personal charity project with all taxes deducted.
    I was hollow, then hopeless, now cosmic
    Saw a fate develop into promise
    shooting stars chasing fellow comets
    to mark the bonding of souls
    entwined in mind's Resonance
    I gambled that love is honest
    Pray that I piece this reality together
    find a way to share a better life with her
    directed towards a common future
    because that raw beauty is sinister
    Malevolent but decidedly tender
    she renders me speechless
    weak at being curtly dismissed
    a little pissed that it's my expense
    and
    At least I fixed a suture to this bleeding heart
    so now I can be at peace with this remoteness
    but there is building wrath and waning patience
    a steady anger built over something powerful and ancient
    Willing me to stand for more respect and less abuse
    truth is I'm living proof that we were not expected
    Tainted by too much time and too little trusted
    but that had to die for the autopsy to dissect it
    find the problem, then look to each other to be resurrected
    Too close too often, and too quartered in apart meant erected
    that ourselves became neglected by a joint love perfected
    but baby we were the best love, more potent than a potion
    with the notion that we were in full demand to each other
    The greatest heartfires, once wild and hungry,
    die smothered by themselves.
    Spent so long cuddled close between covers
    we were quite cute though, even in a pinch
    a bit demented by pretense and struggling to make sense
    We were always found at each other's beginnings
    finishing each other's sentences, tracing muscle and loose hair strands
    parting earthen silk with finesse and sensation,
    insisting Each earnest pleasure sigh is richly appreciated
    Entwined limbs and a heated elation building
    in eyes beaded deep reflect like sweat in this fever dream
    Let's get lost in forever together, and never leave
    This story of deepening distance needs ending
    Together we've dug fire a pit and placed kindling
    bit liberal with the lighter fluid so let's ignite this
    Ignatius, illuminate this fairy tale script until flames spit
    oranges and yellows licking at blackness amassed and
    am so in love with her that I found my capacity expanded
    pressing through my chest like prose uplifted
    towards your faithful tale spin: A living weave predicted
    Find me and with me harmony of always being cherished
    free to the world, but to me you are precious inherent
    to find our way back, lets share the same sieve to the source
    pour to and from each other in balanced give and receive
    juggling jesters at court or
    twin spirits at their highest point apparent
    never touching ground and building our merit
    let's nurture in ourselves a kind nature and never
    look back on the bridges we either burned or lived under.
    I just want to come home but “where” is obstructed
    deduce that we made some mistakes with whom we trusted
    a ragged life on the edge is a damnable notion, to chase
    death with devotion. To break bones until dusted
    Scattered to wild winds with all ashes combustive
    For her I'd burn down all suspect of travesty
    and lay low with a peace of purpose
    deserted by all but desire, needing numbing
    Impressed but succumbing to myself
    Willing more and proving less
    But now I'm strange in becoming greater as a piece-work as
    jagged glass in the absence until some of the sadness abates
    like life or the ever after debates until demonstrated
    You are the effects of your effort generated
    potentially kinetic in its methods to force madness
    deep into my yearning chest as inspirational sadness
    Seethed from this open wound. Now scarred
    That tears from weeping in silences and
    growing violent with myself and timing
    every second spent departed
    Still want to go home, but that's back where I started
    Devoted to a memory in still water deserted
    but wisdom is resourceful and my perspective is hardened
    Existed part way to suffering and and was highly regarded
    weary with or without her had to battle harden
    then passive, not very combative, while resonant frequencies
    shatter the soundless natures of this world
    Tip the hat madder
    We matter




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    ||| Comments |||
      This would be fun to recite at a deaf poetry jam. It has the requisite rapid pace, upbeat rhythm, complexity, and choice lines of cleverness to draw an audience in and hold its attention. I would probably find it somewhat enjoyable to listen to; in fact I'd be curious as to how exactly your style would present it in that medium. But for the exact same reasons, I found it somewhat tiresome to read through myself. It felt like I was rehearsing something. Is that strange?
    | Posted on 2016-09-27 00:00:00 | by Ontlogicalamity | [ Reply to This ]
      This is how it ends
    Taking sips with the Hat Madder and his toxic tea party,
    this time the rabbit informs me we are too early
    Hat Madder looks to me,
    I drink the inky liquid which tasted of nostalgia and pomegranate instantly intoxicating, numbing my fingers that fumbled for the turkish delights next to eclairs

    He throws a grand party
    spared no expense
    Tip the Hat Madder
    He knows the score
    Some of us matter and some of us more.

    ****

    Thanks for sharing, the last lines are my favorite as well as the title.
    | Posted on 2016-09-26 00:00:00 | by Pietro | [ Reply to This ]


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