KUBLA/FRIEDA COLLAB:  WHITE NOISE REHAB

KUBLA/FRIEDA COLLAB: WHITE NOISE REHAB

A Poem by Frieda P

joy echoes within pain's mentality
sinking to the depths of hostility
chasms of voided punctuation 
coming down the virtual abysmal pike 
looking glass questions broken molds 
whoever made you who you are
now a fragmented sustenance
skyward in atmospheric holds  
paid the piper tenfold
coming round hard again  
gorged on fear's master plot 
engulfed in self defense hereafter
altered the phoenix Lazarus's plight of fancy  
raised the bar of hourglass lessons
in dusty rewritten history's score 
spoken amen upon kingdom's door 
knocked at opportunity's disavowing contempt  
spurned  rejection's commencing cold shoulder 
sanctioned on a new horizon's embrace 
ascended an amber moon's rising sun
upon retribution of salvation's pardon 
sang hallelujah in lofty acceptance's key
a banshee's sermon lulled to slumber
on its theoretic pillow of white noise
snores of rapt anxiety infecting peace of mind
with shallow heaves of doomsday rasp
the keenest clan cremated their prescription
pills and withdrew into time capsule rehabilitation
the paid piper left to pad his vices unattended
stole away with the morrow's box of odds
leaving nothing but a stack of purity's
defunct receipts
a redundancy of dizzy hourglasses
retching on the flawed economics 
of last resorts under guise of final offers
history became negotiable when languages erupted
the doorknob exploded giving birth to
rhetorical landmines
apathy's implicit damning of philanthropy
grew dimensions and entombed the breath
of blue infinity debunking it to death



Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.

Sylvia Plath 23-29 October 1962 

© 2014 Frieda P


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I absolutely love this except I would love to know who wrote what. I think I can tell by each of your writing styles now but I'd like to be sure. It looks like you each might be using descriptions to sketch each other and the way one see's the other but whatenever it is (misspelled on purpose), it is alright with me :).

Posted 10 Years Ago


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kublakhan27

10 Years Ago

Haha Thanks so much Shirlena...yes there are methods to our madness, but our ability to sound like o.. read more
Shirlena

10 Years Ago

Well I guess you do because I've read it a couple of times and I can make the line of demarcation :).. read more
kublakhan27

10 Years Ago

So true my friend, I don't know how we do it, but we do share the same kind sense of wry humour (or .. read more



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// knocked at opportunity's disavowing contempt
spurned rejection's commencing cold shoulder
sanctioned on a new horizon's embrace
ascended an amber moon's rising sun //

You guys are on a roll and did very well.. I loved this one. I think this might just be my favourite from you two. :-) My two most favourite people here on WC and you come as one to write always makes me the happiest person in the world. Great job!!

xoxo

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

s y e

10 Years Ago

He's a silly sausage... I know. ;) Always a pleasure.
kublakhan27

10 Years Ago

Haha Thanks girls...I still needed Mrs.R's prodding to get the words out though ;)
s y e

10 Years Ago

Of course you did...... ;-)
This was spitting gorgeous fire at me at light speed and I was breathing it in as it went down smooth. This was a truly splendid read. Bravo!!

Posted 10 Years Ago


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kublakhan27

10 Years Ago

Thanks very much Christian :)
Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Thanks so much Christian, jazz'd you enjoyed our collaboration!

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If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..

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