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Skyline in the Mist
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Skyline in the Mist |
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Local Rebel Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-21
Posts 5767Southern Abstentia 
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Sometimes... what it is that sets me off is ... like that skyline in the mist.... I can't put my finger on it but I know it's there... If I try to articulate it -- it winds up seeming trite -- because the thing that it is -- isn't what it really is -- is it ever? Because the thing it really is -- is much bigger -- much broader, deeper, and foreboding -- the surface 'it' is just something stupid -- as absurd as the notion that a straw can break a camel's back or -- the power going out and the game being called at the first baseball game I've ever gone to in my life. my dad never took me to one. not because he wasn't a good dad but because where I grew up the closest professional baseball game would have been about 7 hours away -- or the fact that Notre Dame has been a raging football tradition for a century but when I move to town they suck and can't even get ranked, or the fact that the entire time I lived there the Vols (that's Tenessee in Knoxville) sucked like a big orange -- but I leave and they capture national titles, or the fact that the street where I lived in the last town that I lived in finally got that light at that dangerous intersection just as I was moving out of town, or the town before it, that finally got that four lane highway after I'm gone, or the street where I live now, where the lives of my kids are threatened everyday by the fact that an impotent local government can't plan traffic patterns and will likely be improved -- again -- just after it doesn't make any difference to me, or the fact that years after I've begged, cajoled, pleaded, trained, sweated blood, pulled teeth to make improvements in a company they finally get it -- after they've swept me aside -- or the fact that -- on the outside I live the storybook fantasy life, life in the burbs with a pretty wife, cute kids, a mortgage -- but it's with the wrong person, and the right person -- who has always been the picture of health and fitness her whole life -- gets sick and dies when she's finally back in my so-called life -- or the fact that if I bother to try to articulate any of this it just comes off as whining self pity-ish drivel -- but if I don't articulate it I'm 'in denial' and not 'in touch with my feelings' -- or that if I hate my job I'm 'a loser' like the other 90 percent of the population that hate their jobs -- but if I love my job -- then I'm a workaholic -- and yet again -- it is none of this but it's all of it -- but not really -- and if I'd just take the magic pill I could conform and all of this anxiety would go away -- but is the me that's me so controlled by brain chemistry that a magic pill can make me a different me? and if I'm a different me then what happened to me? where did I go? isn't that a little bit like suicide? and what about suicide? not good enough because what I'd really rather do is just -- cease to exist -- or better still -- never have existed at all (george bailey) -- **** angel wings and ringing bells -- damn them all to hell -- I don't want to be with anybody - but worse yet -- I don't want to be alone -- so... there [This message has been edited by Local Rebel (edited 09-01-2000).] |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Ha..HA...Nor I...made me think about the saying WOMEN...you can't live with them and you can't live without them...James |
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doreen peri Member Elite
since 1999-05-25
Posts 3812Virginia |
and the whole time, i knew it was a poem... yep... it was a poem from the beginning... thank you, leather feathered one, for posting this...!!! it is VERY special... as are you  and still i cry behind my desk and still i hide behind the mist of skyline draped in fog hmmmm.... so wonderful! ~ all you can really ever expect out of life is a good apology and some decent poetry ~ |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Oooh...yeah...smiles across the miles to you for this...and I feel like this so often... Y'know, sometimes I just say what the hell, and take a bow while flipping the finger...it just is what is, and sometimes it is what it ain't...and this is pure poetry....grins, to you, m'friend. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Wow...I'm sure glad you got that out of your system and I totally understand...but..no..don't ask me to explain it to you. Great expressive piece of writing! |
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Local Rebel Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-21
Posts 5767Southern Abstentia |
did any of you ever go to post a reply to someone and then realize you just didn't have anything to add? and then the question becomes is it more rude to just say a terse 'thanks'? or to say nothing? or even worse maybe is those times you post a poem and realize you really don't want anyone to respond to it, and then, nobody does, and you wonder why? this one comes from that five percent of my brain that lies back and criticizes everything the rest of me does... you know that part... some people call it concience... I've been blessed with a neurotic one..its a good thing I never let him drive |
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X Angel Senior Member
since 1999-11-07
Posts 1521Oregon |
sheesh, this was totally appropriate for my mood tonight. WOW.  /good'un ~H |
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CocoBaci Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 3043 |
Rebel, I'll keep my comments short N sweet... Great writing N thank you for this read...  Coco |
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