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Bagging Lunch And Other Acts Of Faith
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Bagging Lunch And Other Acts Of Faith |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows 
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The Moon rose bloody red tonight, I felt it pulling at my insides again glad to be a man, it only makes memories that line my soul bleed thin grease on gears of some weird time machine; it has been a day of energy, and lightning, thunder keeping time for broken thoughts, broken hearts, all meter without rhyme. How is it the world can turn so quickly that I clutch at breath just holding on to focus as the frames go flying by? I can’t even wail that age old plaintiff cry, “Why oh why do I deserve ...whatever.” The answers're crystallized in memories waiting to be shed in the cleansing tides of a bleeding Moon. A flash back there among the weeds, slides of memories quickly lit and gone, maybe it was just the thunder, endless rolling thunder, rolling on. Hmmm... ‘68 though my life mostly was a nomad’s dream, two months there, a week here, it felt sometimes like endless flights, moonless nights when I wasn’t anywhere, I had a quiet keep, a place in a beach town, a comfortable rat hole just in from the storm line where I could walk to the sea, let the waves and the sand wash the blood from my mind, beard and hair back then only medium long, don’t get me wrong I wore hippie rags like every other costume in my bag of tricks but like any good schtick the best disguises are made always out of shades of truth. Play classes at a local pay college where attendance was a myth, I had fun whenever I was in town; the knowledge they dragged out for us, their precious pearls before the swine, often was like riding free at any good amusement park. It was the kind of place where as long as I paid the bills and showed up from time to time no one asked too many questions, like, “Where you been?” Always so much going on back then. Half the teaching crew were Marxists; it was great! I got extra credit once for coming back from Spring Break late when I said I’d been at Berkeley to help them demonstrate; so what if I went to find how far off shore the strings went, the strings tied to the puppets who thought themselves to be leaders. Before you hang up on me here, I wasn’t really under cover, I was mostly who I seemed to be. Like it was big time sports and I was just ahead of the curve on being a free agent, working short time contracts. Just the facts, wasn’t truth what we had all demanded? Nothing underhanded in that ...or was there? ©2005 by icebox |
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
"it has been a day of energy, and lightning, thunder keeping time for broken thoughts, broken hearts, all meter without rhyme. " ~ I loved that particular part...but oh this made me feel like I was allowed a peek at private thoughts, memories.....very much enjoyed this  |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
icebox Before I saw the title of your poem I had been remembering hard boiled eggs. My mom would put them in my lunch pail with a little bag of salt. There was something so comforting in that. Sorry for digressing. I really liked your poem!!  |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
Truth.... not always what's demanded, but it's a good place to start. Well-remembered, well-said. There's a price for everything, but though we don't usually know it, we can affect the rate of exchange. ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> ______________Ratleader______________ [This message has been edited by Ratleader (06-23-2005 12:44 AM).] |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
see? Now I was just listenin' to Dylan and Neil Young, icey, you are going to get me started on a rampage . . . |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I always enjoy when you share 'you' |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
fidelity to self, brings truth...and yes, on all accounts my friend...tremendous heartfelt writing...sincere with great knowledge and awareness...hugs to ya, for sharing, where we've all been, at one time or another...this was exceptionally wonderful writing. |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
"the best disguises are made always out of shades of truth" oh my..isn't that the truth?  I wish you would write a book about it all. But I know you won't and that's okay...I just wish."too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
"but like any good schtick the best disguises are made always out of shades of truth." uh oh (somebody's on to me...)  I just adore you, c. You weave the past with the present and punctuate the future most properly with a question mark. |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Hmmm, 1960’s ~~ A strange and changing time. Wake up and look around. New involvements demanded. New ideas embraced. Those who were already family oriented, running to the suburbs and changing schools. ~ Vietnam protests. Young teen age son arrested for sticking by the veterans and springing forth with silly string from a tube while on the Green. Embraced by veteran uncles, despised by others. Confusion reigns for the young who had their lives turned around and only half understood the reasons.~ Followed by Black Panthers on the New Haven Green. Friends with other project nesters helped me through the new black definitions. Daughter running from high school to one of their homes for safety. The young being turned around so fast they could not understand the changes in their friendships. Times well remembered, but over now. Life goes on….. Write a book Ice box, you have a few within your mind it needs to be told by those who know...best martyjo |
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Bodger Senior Member
since 2005-06-12
Posts 1260Tolerance for a short time |
As a Grandfather clock ticks The rhyme bespokes the rhythm Speaking the truth Bodger |
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