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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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Stretching back into depths of the sea opening to a persuasive daylight feeling warm and fuzzy, forsythia dusting against my face just like the old days of afterglows circling images curving in dazzling spherical motion flooding my questions with pioneering identity feeding gravitational bursts of energy to a long abandoned hole, where souls emerged like a great river absorbed unto a dream slithering, kind, background music spanning the universe, fluid the sound was that your star burning dawn with relentless rippling surfaces? deliberately assembled & merging with some hierarchy of free will great frozen waves of thought twisting in struts waiting so patiently for a reachable lifetime you’ve posed a bonfire of horizons…You! Mere whispers belched entities across space, across time & complexity emerged from purposeful structures, comes a spark of consciousness, flexing singularity, nurturing a root of refined data…reflections of he & she in one quantum atom…joining an unmarked sea breathing towards the four corners of the universe in huge colors of humor, inspiration and love man, written in a notebook of some celestial grotto soaking the hand towel of life…where names are spread pleasantly pointing toward youth…toward, hopefully a better world… Significant is this room doomed by man as he kicks a flaming treasure toward the center of progress…blazing paper for a mouthpiece, forked tongues misplaced, broken bones…that wave in the wind like a make-believe fortune, death, destruction moving place to place…his time machine genius splinters from a grenade, the flesh of raised eye brows from a criminal element wins…no better then the dark alleys of ground hogs…and where they’ve been… Oh the burning silence…that claims a king’s funeral peacekeepers rush the pimps of religion and I can’t understand this savagery, this pressure point reached when, days whisper her tired regret…and man stepping on the tongue of his God’s all suited up with no place to roam…pinching earth in a tender place making an utter fool of himself. What is this place we call a god fearing world? mutual respect points a gun at the dove mother earth certainly drew illusions and the scavengers deliver volcanic bubble in the name of words, in the name of lust sexual or otherwise… pity the fanatical loonies, things aren’t what they seem anymore and I’ve reached this dismal conclusion…people are mealy mouthed and mad, always wanting more, setting aside the most farthest part of mind…they’ve forgotten, they are guests here…and how to be polite. Lucifer in his paradise lives in the lives of the lost… gathering fox to his bosom, standing timely before an animated discussion of breakdown waving his arms, assembling square footage biting the lips of what was meant to be… dancing in the winds of definite impressions breathing future, cupping his hands as if they were bowls, alarming even the passage of time to diffused winter sunlight beating through a child’s life… yea, working overtime to fulfill a prophecy this killer trained to deliver more drunkenness to things that go bump in the night… Delicious ooze of a pregnant women dreaming what she wants to believe, in her protective plastic bubble, she thinks she is safe from treachery, from deceit…crackling voice of filth, waiting with expectation…and for an audience to secrete the pandemic of bird disease, whispers in the dark with a hysterical drunkenness wearing the screams of Denmark… grown men acting like low life…animals… I could cry |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
so pleased to see you out of the closet with this thought I feel the electric of you here enjoyed it ms lee j |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
"reflections of he & she in one quantum atom…joining an unmarked sea breathing towards the four corners of the universe in huge colors of humor, inspiration and love" ~ Lee, you are amazingly and cosmically talented! Within you there is sun shine, star dust, and moon beams.  Have a glorious day! Hugs with lotsa love, Linda |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
“I could cry” That close speaks volumes of your hart and soul. Inspiring write Lee J. Beautifully penned. Big HUG! JL  |
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garysgirl  
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Mere whispers belched entities across space, across time & complexity emerged from purposeful structures, comes a spark of consciousness, flexing singularity, nurturing a root of refined data…reflections of he & she in one quantum atom…joining an unmarked sea breathing towards the four corners of the universe in huge colors of humor, inspiration and love man, written in a notebook of some celestial grotto soaking the hand towel of life…where names are spread pleasantly pointing toward youth…toward, hopefully a better world… Lee, I really liked this, especially the part above. Hugs, Ethel |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
My problem is that I DO cry! Another most amazing write - yes, like a whirlwind through the mind that lands one with a bump back into the same old world. |
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