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H. Arlequin Member
since 1999-08-23
Posts 210 |
Vanity Ruthlessly inexorable, relentless march... where to and for what, dares he importune, unheeding weakness or backbones with starch, Father Time's pied piper trilling shrilly a rune? When passion's a mountain whose pinnacle, man's goal, panic seems the precipice he traverses in retreat, past despair's Sahara sucking dry his scarred soul till the will can't cajole futility to its feet. Love turns blind and unkind, consuming itself, combustion its zenith, thereafter on the wane. While duty's urned ashes gather dust on her shelf, anniversaries may remind there was once, the swain... prenatal contrivance, (ancestors unknown, resigned to the same from prospective descendants), used flotsam, eddying gene debris, wind blown sapiens spore...vainly pursuing transcendence. --H. Arlequin |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
Wow, I had to read this several times before I felt I even grasped half of what you're implying, muc less stating outright! Well done on the thought provoking side! -*Hope the dream. ---*Wish the future. ------*Live the now. |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
Have missed your postings. Excellent work. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
I agree! Excellent writing, H.A.! Glad to see you back! I've missed you!  Denise |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Hey, Ha!! Nice to see ya.. "Father Time's Pied Piper"... lures us along for sure... This is a wonderful work, my friend - as are all of yours..  |
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