Fall from lace...

Fall from lace...

A Poem by Frieda P
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Simply falling

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doomsday parade possession's 
quicksand all enveloping
trembling in the acid rain
sold your rocks for roll & soul
devil may care attitude's name
decree's snare written on rubber lace
contract'd pretty one trick pony
flashing neon beneath dignity
treasure just the other side of pain
alibi's underground disgrace
captivated in the snake's charm
unicorn approaches from the rear
ashen high heels all go down
simply falling    there is no love

© 2014 Frieda P


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Frieda P

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Whoa! the dark underground of whoredom ... from Will and Grace (Grace: "Some might call me .........................kinkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkky.")
the whole thing is perfect, says i ...every word and nuance ...but those last two lines are a knock out.
i watch quite a bit of undercover journalism and news coverage ...several of which take us through the porn streets .... shocking enough but so much more we will never see (being on the outside) i am sure is much worse... you do such a good job with matching pics and song to your work ..always a pleasure to read ... now ..how much do i owe you :))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
E.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Ah Ha how did I miss this precious review? I loved that show, especially Karen, she was da kinky one.. read more
Einstein Noodle

10 Years Ago

;
and ten more characters to post my wink ... (no not that one Freida :)
E.
Frieda P

10 Years Ago

kinkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkky ;-)



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An angel fallen from grace...In the pursuit of a dark desire. Whether lover or drug its pretty much the same. We sell our soul for that dark obsession and we fall hard and fast. Sometimes never to rise again. This twists in the mind and works its way deep...shiver..

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Selling your soul out to any demon is twisted, we pay the price, and yep, shivers, thanks Red.
redflutterby

10 Years Ago

I sold my soul once..the devil gave me a refund and told me to go home!! I think I scared him!! Lol... read more
Frieda P

10 Years Ago

LOL I don't doubt that for a minute..............!
This is definitely a sad poem. A good one too.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Thanks Baby.

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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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