The audio is one of Chuck Berglund's versions of this poem - my vocals.

Vanquished

I have fallen

into an abyss

thoughtless void

blank, spiritless vacuum

I have fallen

into a black pit

heartless hole

dismal, wretched cavern

I find myself

on the edges of

piteous

putrid insanity

I find myself

in the center of

fractured, crushed

austere nonexistence

And there is

no deliverance

exit nor

light of liberation

And there is

only my wailing

in the dark

alone and forsaken

This is my reality!

© Alice Vedral Rivera - 2007

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Lunar Inclination

Overhead – gray tarp

the moon – full blood red

not unlike my mood

makes me wonder if the

possibility of

the remote concept

of an insane, inane

sanity does exist

as I prepare for bed

and the subsequent 

dread of dreams of death

© Alice Vedral Rivera - 2007

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ABSOLUTION

After the rain

you come to me

saying you are cleansed

but the blood of your sacrifice,

my blood,

is still on your hands

 After the rain

I come to you

saying I am cleansed

but the blood of my sacrifice,

your blood,

is still on my hands

After the rain

we seek each other

asking for absolution

but the blood on our hands,

our blood,

has stained our souls

Water cannot wash away

the stain from our souls

we are marked for life

© Alice Vedral Rivera - 2001

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SALVATION?

Possessed by a passion

That would not be contained

Within the pre-determined

Parameters set forth

At the inception

Of their involvement

Her refined sensibility

Was replaced by an

Intensity that bordered

On potential lunacy

Recognizing an insane

Capacity for destruction

A lucid resolution

Readily available

For contemplation

Complete and total

Removal from the equation

This attempt was met with contempt

© Alice Vedral Rivera - 2005

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Ciba & Rhythm on 22^nd’s song, If It’s Time is in the quarter finals on Our Stage.  It is currently 89^th in World.  I’ll admit the song is longer than most but there is an interesting change just past the halfway mark. 

They need votes but to vote on Our Stage, you have to sign up and you cannot just choose to vote for them. The way it works - from their FAQs:

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Please find it in your hearts to listen to their song, sign up on Our Stage and judge in the World category.

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AcidPlanet artist ozx added his sounds to my vocals and mixed this.

Indecent Contamination

Eyes distract - strike first

Glancing blow then jab

Liquid words ebb, flow

Weave soothing trance web

Lips unleash torrid

Anesthetic of

Hypnotic kisses

Bewitching scent reeks

Inhibits panic

Brush of fingertips

Deposits poison

Desecrates the blood

Invades the heart

Forces creation

© Alice Vedral Rivera - 2006

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In the photo it seems that the little tree was what I saw but the figure I saw was actually in the space between the tree and the hedge.  Incident happened in 2007; photo taken 2009.

BED of ROSES

Driven by the white

hot fervor of desire

we crawl through the

dry rocky surface of

delusional disconnection

to reconnect on

raw silk sheets of

starlit passion

as insanity pulses

within the confines

of our fragile minds

and the love that we seek

runs through our fingers

like sands of time

through the sieve of life

the soft and fragrant beauty

of the bed of roses

we have made gives way

to the painful piercing

of finely honed thorns

© Alice Vedral Rivera - 2008

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