Challenge 79 - Ardor
 

Ardor (ar'der)

1. warmth of emotion; passion SYN: fervor
2. great enthusiasm; eagerness ;zeal : the ardor of a saint. He spoke with
patriotic ardor.
3. burning heat
4. Obsolete. An effulgent spirit.
Also, British, Ardour

Burn, Bi[size=2]tc[/size]hes !!!

:thumb:

Challenge 79, not 70.

Must I do all your tedious work for you?

sorry, can you ever forgive me?

i'll wash your car, i wont cost a cent, i'll listen all night, i'll laugh at every joke you tell, i'll love your weary feet, i'll shut the hell up....


...if you loved me.

(or something like that)
/forwarded email


THE ARDOR OF ANTS (sorry, all i've got right now is a title)

oo aa oh

Jesus, now you're posting in the entries thread! What is your major malfunction?!

this is a good word :thumb:

hehe...Areola would have been a better word.......

....as a matter of fact, i might just use that in my song anyways...

Ardor can also be spelt Ardour as well. Just thought i'd mention that coz thats how they spell it australia

[B]Arctic Days[/B] (title)

Following footprints set in the sand
Looking back,
I see the trail flutter and sway
The master maker of the prints strides ahead
And I struggle maintain his pace
My feet fall steep in those deep stretched tracks
Ushering me to move further towards
The fork in the road
Where the path splits I must decide
Where fate's dice
Reveal no numbers

I seek to view the path before me
But I do feel the need for advice before I decide

Peering down where my feet should have been
The next step in the sand is all but gone
Washed away by a blood hungry sea
All that remains is I
His protégé

Ice sweeps over my exposed skin
An electric chill down my spine
Shell shocked with frozen tears down my face
He evaporated by merciless age
Where I stand my feet sink lower
My master, father, accurate foreshadower
Swiped aside from sensitive existence
Sand will soon become snow

I seek to decide which way to go
But I lack the advice before I decide

Peering down where my feet should have been
The next step in the sand is all but gone
Washed away by a blood hungry sea
All that remains is I
His protégé

Days to months to years I have stood
Weathering this storm till it blows over
Will stop not to duck in cover
Time to decide
Time to begin
To keep up in pace
Perpetual is how I will live

I look ahead beyond this path
I don’t need any advice
My life’s my own to decide

Ardour winds melt arctic days
Snow melts to a season anew
A hardened winter warrior
Now bereft of tenacious grief
Time has frozen over my mourning gripe

Think I’ll drive to New O’leans
Slip inside a life of crime
Pursue, under alias disguise
What otherwise might be denied

What about fortune and fame
I will be the stuff of headlines
Back home I might raise some smiles
Of the dubious kind

If there’s one thing I’ve learned
From this life of mine…
Time drains the soul, from the inside
And when it’s over
Don’t leave nothing behind
Ride that bitch with ardor and guile
Take the money and run

In the days when I was a child
I dreamed I was the hero
And everything I touched
Turned to gold in my hands

What about justice and shame
In what light will innocence remain
Secrets and lies will never decide
Who’s in the right

If there’s one thing I’ve learned
From this life of mine…
You can run the river and still come out dry
And when it’s over
Don’t leave nothing behind
Ride that bitch with ardor and guile
Take the money and run

[U]Symphony Of Souls[/U]

A sharp edged wound
A bleeding knife
This meaningful violence
This painful of life
An ardour for dead
A hatred for all that remain

The symphony of souls
Begins again
Ends at the beginning
Begins at the end
The symphony of souls
Starts to pour
Wrenched from the body
To echoe on once more

A cotton needle
An aluminum sheet
A darkened window
A lighted street
An ardour for the dead
A hate for all that remain

***

Pretty easy to get, right?

[QUOTE]Pretty easy to get, right?[/QUOTE]

Yep, just like your girlfriend.

MEDIA-TRICS/ ARDOR OF THE ANTs

There's a whisper in the wind
that you got bigger than your boots.
You'll soon learn to put your ear
to the ground which i walk.

I don't care for your
heroes of plastic cellophane.
They don't make them, quite
Like they used to.
Now they bend and they break
What's worse is they're fake
But the silence is surely no reason.

You could be...all you wanted
If you'd hold just as still
As the graves that we till
for your heroes and mine
to lay in.

I wish you wouldn't look at me
with the ardor of the ants.
If you'd come closer, you'd know
romance is not for the legion.
what do i know, precious?
I'm surely fake if you want me.
That way.
Your way.
Subway.
Highway.

You could be...all you wanted
If you'd hold just as still
As the graves that we till
for your heroes and mine
to lay in.

I just hope our sea spans.
sly fox.
the center never notices,
the vawes.

ignore the post as addicted_to_chaos....i still love my tacos.

[B]collapse. dispute.[/B]

collapse your form upon the mountianside
hold your tongue and let ears abide
so that fate may fall
where these echos draw...
now let us listen with a passion:

"I have come to bring fire on the earth
and how I wish it were already kindled
But know this, I come like a thief
so blessed is he who stays awake"

collapse your mind on the mountianside
close your eyes and let hearts hide
so the truth may fall
where these echos draw...
now let him say it with a fervor:

"Our father in heaven
hallowed be your name
your kingdom come
your will be done
your will be done
your will be done"

my God, my God, why have you forsaken me?

recite it once more
with the ardor of your father
"Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachtani?
Where are you taking me?"

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[size=3][b][i]TO AWAKEN A DEMON IN HIBERNATION[/i][/b][/size]
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[i]"Only the truly depraved of self-recognition
Would attempt to awaken a monster in hibernation"[/i]

My life is finally tragic enough to write about again
Rather than let the ink bleed out erratically from my pen
I grow tired of letting the best stories go untold
When the wisdom of daisy chains finally gets old

No turning points or epiphanies can emphasise
This sheet of shadow forced upon my eyes
But the brutal truth of unpicked scars
Will put the logic of ardour behind steel bars.

[b]This may be the kind of treatment
A hopeless romantic from time to time deserves.
But it won't rub off on me at all.
My false tattoos are self preserved[/b]

And to conduct a requiem for another’s life
Becomes me, guilty of compromise
But sighs are the only sounds that make any sense
When this interpretive enigma loses its pretence

Only one thing left to conquer inside my head
The riddle my life awaits in the darkness ahead.
Shall I remain in this chasm of impending deprive
Or must I return to this fantasia that keeps me alive.

[b]This may be the kind of treatment
A hopeless romantic from time to time deserves.
But it won't rub off on me at all.
My false tattoos are self preserved[/b]

The doctor disbands his scalpel in search for his cleaver
Who knows what will come of this toxic endeavour
But you know any day I would choose perjury
Over this cannibalistic open-heat surgery.

Beneath the remains of sandcastles incomplete
Of all this angst-saturated torment is the source
Don't be so surprised when you find
This purgatory, you yourself endorse

[b]This may be the kind of treatment
A hopeless romantic from time to time deserves.
But it won't rub off on me. Oh no....
These fake tattoos are kept self-preserved[/b]

[i]As long as these song is left unspoken and unheard
These false tattoos of mine will remain self-preserved[/i]

[b]SECRETIVE WHITE FLOWERS[/b]

One can hear soft breathing white flowers
Two can hear whimpering white flowers
Three can hear whispering white flowers
Four can hear soft shouting white flowers
Five can hear the screaming white flowers
Six can hear nothing of white flowers

And nothing comes out... out of your mouth
I can't hear what you are saying
Why do you keep whispering?
Deaf-dumb; blind and stupid... what is wrong with me?

Flowers broken into black atrophy
..there's no help for
any of us ...or for me
In-side of his resplendence

"Son! thou in whom my glory I behold In full resplendence, heir of all my might."

And nothing comes out... out of your mouth
I can't hear what you are saying
Why do you keep whispering?
Deaf-dumb; blind and stupid... what is wrong with me?

The ardour so secretive, brilliance of bright
I want to join you my six winged goddess....

Memo to cut downwards this time.

[b]All's Fair In Love And Debauchery[/b]

Fire spits ash
Cremates bone-dry content
And burns away
The forlorn boy's
Thoughts of his toys.
He ponders his death
And the ardor that's left
As she walks in the room,
While their dark shadows loom
Over all he sought.

[i]A piece of meat
And nothing else
Spread those legs just one more time
So the steel can drive its last point home
And the gaping maw will swallow whole
All the dreams you ever stole[/i]

Of course,
That's not what I mean...
(Or perhaps it is.)
What is it you'd rather hear,
A swan song or a cheap induction?
I'd rather hear nothing
But soft air screaming
Through the lowest decibels
With blood beating my temples;
That's all I've sought.

[i]A beautiful face
For contorted screams
Open that mouth one more time
And seas of hands will tear it off
The desperate silence rues the day
You spoke and drove its calls away[/i]

And I saw
A rose in perfect bloom
Wilt in my hands
As if it knew me all too well
And still dug deeper towards hell
In shivering black carried caskets;
But all I ask of those brittle hands is
That they find the strength to wave,
And carry me to my distant grave
With all I've sought.

[i]Is that too hard?
Remember that
You should lift with those legs
That you open so often,
And not with the back that
You're so apt to lie on[/i]

Just keep to roses
When you've left;
I'll sleep eternal,
While you'll have slept
With the same maggots
That have crept
Into my empty head.

[i]Harlot.
Charlatan.
Open up those legs again.[/i]

You dont know how to start
why dont you tell me some more lies

dont You see that life is just one

[B]shot[/B]

I heard this all before
all your patriotic ardor we get you no were

Dont want you falseness
when you awake from the plastic wrap
its time to [B]ZAP[/B] some sense into mind
your byding your time
waiiting for a change of tide
you better hurry
before its all to late

I heard this all before
all your patriotic ardor we get you no were


The pressure from your job
stuck in a dead end job
your sure to to be dead

[B]Hows the job
Hows the job[/B]

Its all about cursors
Its about being polite
Its about paper
Its all about your targets

I heard this all before
all your patriotic ardor we get you no were

You try to escape
you try drugs on the weekend
you try church on sundays
in the end you tryed kill yourself

I heard this all before
all your patriotic ardor we get you no were

I want to hold you you
shake you intill you see diffent
your the desruction
the operation across the planet

[B]Stop your ways
Stop your ways[/B]

Before its all to late

Before its all to late


I heard this all before
all your patriotic ardor we get you no were


......thats it......

[B]Rainfall Catalysts [/B]

Dilations
Complimenting subtle tendencies,
I'm holding your lips, complexion of..
Delicate carnations

Splashes
Waters running across the floor,
Garden bench kisses, conscience of..
Headlight flashes

Finger nails dance tonight,
Across comatose cheeks..
Eye pupils slant their sight,
Harmonized with floorboard creeks..

Help me pretend..
Tonight's ardor won't be reset

[I]Mehr, we'll see how it plays[/I]