Quoted in the Grove:
It’s just so strange. You used to love me, and now you’re a stranger who happens to know all of my secrets.
~Clementine von Radics
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love; but love never subsides into friendship.
~Lord Byron
Somebody asked me if I knew you. A million memories flashed through my mind, but I just smiled and said I used to.
~Wiz Khalifa
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Prewritten for Thurs (10/08) @6pm PT/9 ET is: synthesis, symbiosis
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The beginnings of WeirdGrave ’15 are in place. Several new pazs are already out, not all of them celebrating Halloween, but all are fun to visit.* Check the blue Script on the Puta table below the Platform for links to other Halloween sites. Anyone with an active link is encouraged to contact BarTalk. You’ll be listed. You’ll get one visit for sure.
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Hildegard von Bingen: (1098 – 17 September 1179), Sibyl of the Rhine, was a German Benedictine abbess, writer, composer, philosopher, Christian mystic, visionary, and polymath.
Vision (The Music of Hildegard von Bingen)
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@Writers Platform
Glass Table
~Piffin:
“Village”
These streets, I know them all too well
The broken glass, the chapel bell
The cold white noise, the silent hell
Of words my mouth won’t form
I rummage through my bag of tricks
I bite my lip, I take my licks
Then clutch my metal crucifix
And bait the coming storm
Though self-recriminations lurk
I’ve penitency that I shirk
And pills that do the dirty work
When time is on my hands
I try my best, which isn’t much
I pilot through my chores and such
With one eye on this liquid crutch
But Kathleen understands
The poet in me
Falls easy prey to romancing
The fool
She walks the tightrope, although blind
The mood is grim
The town drunk is the only person dancing
In the darkness
In the village of my mind
A candle for the life I’d planned
A memory; a reprimand
It’s strange where aspirations land
When dropped like burning coal
A walk too late; a run too soon
A needle-threaded silver spoon
A failure to observe the tune
The whispers of my soul
I wish I may; someday I might
For now I count the stars at night
Connecting dots in astral light
To find the face of God
I scrub the thoughts that I’ve defiled
Yet still give in to something wild
I try to spare my inner child
The days I spoil the rod
This life
It isn’t big on second chancing
It weighs us down
With dreams we’ve left behind
The moon has set
The town drunk is the only one still dancing
In the wreckage
In the village of my mind
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Prewritten: synopsis, poltergeist
~Greymane:
Not a Happy Ending
I sent a friend to China to encounter Madam Ling
In hopes she could relieve his aching bones
Down the darkest alley on the outskirts of Beijing
He wished he hadn’t made the trip alone
Madam Ling was tall and lean and pale as the moon
she offered him the comfort that he craved
She promised all his aches and pains would all be over soon
And something extra nice if he behaved
She smeared him with her oils and she kicked his aching ass
Pummeling and pounding out his pain
It seemed like near forever when the worst of it had passed
with reactions that he couldn’t quite explain
His obvious predicament was more than barely there
waving proud beneath the flimsy sheet
There’d be an extra charge she said, just making him aware
And swore that Madam Ling would be discreet
She then commenced to prop him up but spilled the scented oil
she slipped and grabbed the nearest stable thing
What happened next would even make a Frankenstein recoil
And even scared the famous Madam Ling
I somehow feel responsible but glad it wasn’t me
I think I speak for all the other men
As for his happy ending it just wasn’t meant to be
So he limped his broken noodle home again
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~BarTalk: The Mechanism
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Impromptu: warband, vengeance
~Greymane: haiku
Thundering War Band
Playing vengeance way too loud
Someone turn that down
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~Piffin: haiku
Wedding band; war band
A cross-fingered sacred oath
Vengeance is mine, bitch
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~Odin: untitled
An attack on one is an attack on all
the warband went out and razed the offending hall.
Vengeance is sweet
like a fine mead in a comfortable seat.
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~Greenie:
WarBand WithIn
With a wiggle and wink
to make the others think
my hand moved so swift
oh my, what a gift
Fresh war paint in my hand
it was time to make a stand
let go of the shy
point chin to the sky
Put the darkness behind
now free up your young mind
loose your imagination
clear your frustration
Vengence is the reward
no need to have a sword
believe in yourself
self doubt on the shelf
don your glorious gown
beaming smile from a frown
let freckled face girl
your thoughts in a whirl
it isn’t crown or a sash
not the time to be rash
the prize worth the win
you will gain within
so be brave and be strong
true to self all along
forget what they’ve said
all our hearts bleed red
keep yourself by your side
both open and inside
warband sort of thing
warrior and king
Also:
WarBand
a war of thoughts stirs up the dust within my mind
seasons pass, not one of them kind
echoes of voices ringing in my head
dreams long lost, now are dead
vengeance screams silently within
wondering when peace will ever begin
warband held with honor in place
distance and time in the same space
fiercely they battle wanting to get out
from pen or tongue, they need to shout
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~MissMerry: untitled
Newton should the teacher be,
The generals and politicians should know:
“Every action has an equal and opposite reaction”.
When sending forth our warbands on commerce,
“Vengeance is mine” sayeth the world.
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~BarTalk: String Up the War Band
Writers in Residence:
*New pazs out in WeirdGrave for Halloween
~Jessalee @Dead Can’t Speak
N of Wordgrove, East of Gallery Black
Read: Gangway Runner
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~whitefeather @Vlad’s Blood Drip Hangout
N of Wordgrove
Read: Shadow drip the drowner cemetery
Also: Don’t Fear Your Fortune
N of Vlad’s Blood Drip Hangout
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~BarTalk @The Black Box Bar
N of Wordgrove East
Read: In Pursuit of Music
On the Jukebox: 70’s Rock
also:
@Stone Gallery
N of The Greyed Escape
also:
@Wordgrove Outpost
N of WeirdGrave
Read: Comes a Knock
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