Quote:
Originally Posted by GeoffC
are you my friend
this noise within my head
or are you the torture
within my soul
the bat that screams
at daemons inside their cage
locked within my skull
as trapped as spirits
within their hell
are you my friend
this noise that batters me
my senses shredded
by soundly beaten drum
shrill pipe
klaxon
and screeching string
are you my friend
this noise within my head
or are you the torture
within my soul
© May 2010
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Excellent dark chocolate there!
Quote:
Originally Posted by montsnmags
Liquor without its perfume is like a freeverse sonnet: no rhyme nor reason. If you're going to live in your cups it doesn't hurt to make the place smell nice (if only to disguise your own odiferous self).
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