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SHADOWSOUND

Oak filligree and brass
squeals open
protests its task
dry leaf husks
chase eache other
on limb draped tired
giant oaks
Hulks of trunks like
Keeps and the sleek
rounded coupes
lie submissive in
the shards of night

Refraction of light
a dissaray
emotions of color
stirring blue and brooding
blue..envious green
emote each time
traffic lights eyes
change color
The hue of weather
eats from the palm
of the hour
Sips water from the
translucent black
gutter
Push the buzzer
in the hollow hall
He stutters..
"I...i...its me"
behind the unsmiling
teeth of the grill
the hiss of emptiness
but his soul feels
drawn in like a draft
door to a furnace
boiler...As if the
churn of the screws
below a great rusting
ship were twisting
thrusting the block
of brick and slate
victorian through
the great impedance
of time

A loud click and silence
feel the breaths against
the band of ribs
a heart beating fast
The door electromagnetics
Rasp like a Hive of
Hornets churning
Tug the brass handle
aside the cracked safety
glass
And he's in..

Forlorn gesture
the dark panes of tile
ruined with time
vellum flourecent
cold not tepid
welcoming him
a reunion
Home

Shoes like hammer
falls heel sound
reverbs nasty
reminder up
the flights
(he can still see
the tarped figure
in the square below)
Dont look down

Not a souls sound
but the empty doors
to chambers large
multifaceted with
their history
the mystery

has it always been
this way
Her tower
facing the river
the park
fathers questionable
death
the sisters away
Life wrapped about
his mothers foot
like cinderellas
stolen shoe
Bible Heavy
and black polished
like the pupils
from affects
of the indolent
Doctor Feel Right
Ice Queen Blue
(the last few doors)
an arctic lagoon
starvations warmth
oasis of bitter bleak
upbringing
the only one
left
not refusing
her
bidding!!!

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Superb, love reading your poetry. Regards Roscoe....

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

short of it...Ice Queen women...as I am a tall man
who stood up for himself after years of torment
and bullying by society and family!
I become an authority type figure....but not
Doorman...Enforcer cement head type..
but a thinker....I got around a lot of Brass
worked for the family as we were not born
into it...but both sides of the family were in
service to the companies that made money
and were organized...

I got to at least see some of the very dominant
women in time....always the sparks flew..Just
my character....but majority of these top dog
women tended to at least like me...I worked
on charm via school of hard knocks...
Honey attracts more worker insects then
Shit...Bees are doers and fly's just annoying
spreading shit and disease..
they help in a way..Maggots and all that.
(funny cause thats a clubber word!)
breaking down the trash.

but the fairy tale stories I remember
mixed in with poetry
were about powerful women
powerful spirits..Yes there were
native stories too!
powerful men...
Cleopatra....Juliette...Rapunzel
Cinderella..Bella..Ariel..
fictional remake disney I enjoyed
as my daughter watched these
movies as a child..
But reality...Joan of Arc...
Emelia Earhart!
During world war two women
picked up the pace in the work
force and many even piloted
bombers and fighter aircraft
over the sea to UK..mechanics
..
I know business heads..
some female docs..
technitians...nurses..
owners....(used to get free
coffees for a year at two
places but I declined eventually
wanting to pay for my brew like
everyone else..)
I did like the managers Blue Harley
though and the coffee shoppe
owner was super sweet and caters
to the Hollywood movies when
they come to do shoots in our
city!

Both my adopted mother and birth
mother were very similar...In a world
of men...the men respected these
women very much..they both married
strong men....My dad was a Masonic
Mason...tried to get us boys in and
even the RCMP said I could still get
in ..Then...dad died..I was working
for a system different and got eventually
more native so It changed things...
but..I appreciated all they did...
Mom took us on her sales route which
was quite large selling Avon..and
Tupperware..Both good products
and even though we sold to the very
wealthy and the very poor....all the
ladies wanted to have good products
and look good....
I walked and walk in many systems
More of a helper tweaking systems
and focusing on principles and ideals
more then personalities...

But the strong women...they can be
just as intimidating and frightening
as any man if not more!
behind any strong alpha male is
an adept brilliant and as the way
often beautiful women!

Thank You for stopping by Roscoe
I sense you are a great thinker
and walk amongst many also
though more quieter then I!
I have no option with my height
mixed race and dominant primative
looks and these intense grey
eyes then to just go with the loud
and make it work...

Thank U!
Mr Wolf!

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Love this dark write! It is like a dark scary fairytale, I wanted to tell him, no don't go! You are a very good story teller, I don't know if this is real or fiction, but you had me believing every word!

Kind of got tortured emotionally years ago...
we didnt live in the fancy walk ins...
small little house in a little village..
on a little hill...ordinary folk...
But that elephant in the room stuff was
there...Just the times...sixties late and
seventies....The stories I enjoyed about
america and UK had the larger settings
I enjoyed National Film Board of Canada
films from the sixties and seventies...
Filmed out east and Montreal a lot of
them....Very dynamic settings..
Then New York movies...cult classics..
Drama...Horror....Heavy movies from
the Library....many with subtitles...

I grew up on fairytales..bible stories
and worked for many people...stores
much travel......eventually the homes
become real as I hit about a lot of
places...Motels..Hotels...Bar scenes..
private homes of all kinds..wealthy
and broken...Lived a varied life..
so eventually the stories I loved most
during the teen and early readings as
a kid become more grittier and darker
I liked David Lynch a lot...I like the darker
music like Interpol and White Lies...
Vast...creative bands....Im an artist
was an art student...The girls who hung
about introduced me to the music..
Yeah Yeahs..also a good band!
Distillers and Brody Dalle..(I write her
on twitter)

I like that you could place yourself in
the story poem or whatever this is..
Entrance is taken from Blade Runner
when Decker has the final meeting
with Roy Beatty at Elliots lab
and
from The Mechanic...the movie with
Leon and Matilda where Gary Oldman
readies himself to take out the drug
dealer and Matilda meets the hit man
played by Jean Reno...Natalie Portman
(Also Black Swan) starred in this..

The darkness is from the horror.
and Drama movies I watched...
Stair climbing scene from Bringing
Out the Dead...
and from playing GTA V
an excellent playstation game
Rockstar Game company a multi
million dollar empire out of
New York!

and when I worked for people
U had to go and knock on doors
..

but this one is about my mother
a cheery enough sort...
but putting her.....casting her
as the influence much darker
and greater was cathartic for
me...I either get along with
women of authority or its the
battle of egos..character.
the Male versus the Female
they always get a reaction
from me!

You have me thinking yes
I write of the passive direction
about the females in my story
or write in their person..
but U have me thinking
what about the togetherness
a slant I dont think I have
approached that much...
(maybe a handful of poems)
so thank U
for making me think about
this....In real life...I was more
an observer with my women
then being the main lead
But now I see I was and am
a rather important figure
in the life line...

wow....yah..what if I put in
a female character to
collaborate with the male?

intimacy..something that
was hard for me due to the
upbringing...
the character would be frightened
but brave and devoted to being
with the male as a back up...
Follow him to hell or vice
versa...
as I have done with my females
in real life...

end of this poem....they meet
the power struggle..he is the heir
product of his father...a powerful
man...but equally so the mother
who balanced the sins of the
father....relishing the now fading
glory but still on top..still with
favors to pull in her drawer of
capacity...the aging Ice Queen

she throws a curve ball at him
a quest...just when he had it all
suitcased too meet her for
resolution...the focus of the
power shifts outside..
He is still working for her...
she can do it.....but the results
wont be the same IF he does
the quest...see a female
accompanying persona
would be very helpful...
women think very flexible
why I loved my women
their one lines were good
the drive and random
push of the males
...
thank U
very much for the insight
Jasmine

Mr Wolf!

author comment

I love this title...it gave me a shiver of delight, even though the body of the poem is rather dark. my favorite lines are:

He stutters..
"I...i...its me"
behind the unsmiling
teeth of the grill
the hiss of emptiness
but his soul feels
drawn in like a draft
door to a furnace
boiler...As if the
churn of the screws
below a great rusting
ship were twisting
thrusting the block
of brick and slate
victorian through
the great impedance
of time

as I read them, I whispered "be very careful!" as I worried for your safety!

*hugs, Cat

*
When someone reads your work
And responds, please be courteous
And reply in kind, thanks.

My sister was the only child of my mother and father...then they fostered
native children...fostering then made money....They adopted us two boys
Both of us native too...turns out my sister and cousin were my first cousins
when my brother looked up the family tree...looking for his tree and found
mine...and the story was so dark and twisted he could only tell me part of
it..said they found me as an infant starved almost in a Motel room...I got
taking in for a time till that mother figure got sick and put me back in the
Childrens Aid Loop..Im a stick figure in an xmas photo..five months old
I never had a name the first three months....but thats history...
My sister I had to wake up in the morning....smart....driven...pretty...
Partied hard...she had to get up to get too work....I adored her! she was
the age of my birth mother..perhaps that was why she was the one that
would calm me when they would wake me up sleepwalking then...
Looking for my mother....I dont remember much of that...dont want too...
But her door...I had to do this job..No one else wanted it....She was
very snarly....very loud...she would crank her music...behind that door
bringing home the boys she found...all wealthy....she was the tiger
that rarely purred...it was a challenge...I can still see her with the
coffee and cigarette...cheering up eventually....if she was really happy
with a few drinks of Taquiri Gin she would bake us peanut butter cookies
or Jiffy Popcorn when it was her turn to babysit us brats..Watching
horror movies...I was elated...but there was always the mornings...
or mothers silent phases...I remember telling her she didnt love me
slapped me breaking my sunglasses..threw me into a chair in the
living room with her strong lifting patients all day arms on either side
her face in mine snarling...."DONT U EVERY SAY EVER AGAIN
THAT I DON"T LOVE U!"
so I knew and all I know is Love and Hate...
and horror...
thankfully I am not alone..seems like many had this
but there was something exciting about the raw primitive
of people..and I was proud I could face the caged beasts
why I can write like this because part of it is very very
real....Still!
thank U Cat
as a skilled writer
this praise I accept

Mr Wolf!

author comment

thank you so much for telling me part of your story. I admire you so much more for how far you have come! I think that old adage is true: "That Which Doesn't Kill Us, Makes Us Stronger"!!!

*hugs, Cat

*
When someone reads your work
And responds, please be courteous
And reply in kind, thanks.

U can just tell..
had tons of gay males in our famlies who worked the holliwood circuit
and make good money or physical labor......I know a six footer
who takes no shit..got beaten by his father..Loved his very feminine
mother....he would pound any whiner today...
the Holliwoods also six footer works the commercial trade taking his mom
on world tours...males in that fam tended to like kids.
something I dont tend to like and should said child likers suffer
misfotunate ends..Oh well..

that which doesnt kil us makes us skilled.
the law goes lenient
on those suffering the innocents
why the mass takes matters to their own hqands
sometimes......

so happy we agree on poetry Cat!
abusers be gone

thank U
Mr Wolf

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Your welcome, look forward to reading more

shall create some fall specials..
Thank U!
Mr Wolf

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