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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738
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In retrospect, I understand. I came close, now didn't I? When you thought that you might die from the hooves of Pegasys You morphiate, you danced footloosed. Your wished contempt to kill me too was nearly actualized. You thought that I might make atone meant for you, to Paul and those soma'd at the pearly gates like we were before all this when I'd get you in backstage, like the smut I was. In retrospect, I should have known. Hell's no place you'd go alone. You'd intended all along to make sure I'd go first, and own the place for you and make it home baking all your fat man cakes with doilies and those paper plates you like to steal from work. And now that it is me, not you, clinging to the life long bleed of circling the flush and thrush so happy that it's less costly than your own mortality-- like Morpheus would pause to wink because it was you passing by... Know this, and I'll make it brief-- you over-estimated dreams credit that is due to me, push has come to shove m'love and not one tittle, I tell you! not one, shall pass away. Hell hath no fury pluralize Hell has furies and my demise will be preceded by your own. I suggest you pray for me; for my health, ahead of yours. The only selfless act you'll know will be self-interested and more. I wonder now, if you're aware how you'll go, without me there stupidly and saucer-eyes thpeaking belladonna'd lies without me riding in shotgun? Some times I wonder if you know-- I count the odds and pray you won't be coming home at night? Or even sneaking in before the sun peaks in my room and your black truck backs in the driveway... It disappoints me to the core of my churning fury bound in this furnace that just sounds like a woman scorned. Pray you now and sing me plea. You should pray in desperate need like today was your last day and the ticking clock in sway swore that you won't die this way. Call me "her", or call me "lunch"-- one last promise broken hunch back to Notre Dame, and luck is something you buy, fava-beaned, and I'd explain just what that means, but I no longer care for love of or in or if that means that I don't care for any thing-- I've been reduced to you. If my tests result benign? Sigh with sweat-relief for I'm nuts enough to take you too If malignancy is proof that I love them more? It's truth. I'll self-insure reliancy, sans the deals, compliances on what it is of what they need-- Damn the patriarchal creed as even Laws Napolean will understand me when I'm done In fact, I think I'll take you first. You painted me a corner, cursed. It doesn't matter where I die.. Medical facilities are naught but prisons, to my think. Tell your other wife goodbye and thank her for the nights she lied for you, with you, as diseased allowing me some g'damned peace in the house your Dad paid for rattling the bones for more as you paid the mortgage on the home I built for you upon the half-notes of my diary singing songs of cherish dreams as you whine each day and weep of how hard it is for you when you punch the clock and spurt a movement of your energy and sweep the dust of them who work and pause your movies, wondering how it ended, afterall... I'm giving you the ending first just so you'll know how we will end depending on the tests...again-- It's all so hard on you. |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Another sleepless night? You make good use of these down times. Wishing you happiness."late" |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
K, i printed this as i am afraid you may delete this one like the last. this is amazing work. it reads like a novel that a movie could be made from, rich and full of depth. the true pain of a life (a real life not one made up) and the ache of a heart; the grief of an uneven partnership. I wrote something for you when I read this it just fell out hope you don't mind H /pip/Forum106/HTML/003057.html |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Karen....damn...  I love you so damn much. "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Over time I've kept a mental list of those who should be self-concerned if ever, "terminal", I be deemed |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Wow! There's several rushs of situational bitterness in this piece and rightly so if there's any truth to it....Or maybe it's apocryphal. However, there's a ton of passion in these lines and they converged through my human lenses with fire and thunder within. Simply put, I was transfixed....? Yep, simple ol me, I was..... Take care Eric |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Karen - Such a real and sad slice of life offered on the plate of your words but so tempting that each word slides right to the heart. I so very much hope that it's not a slice of your life but the depth of it makes me think that it is. Whether it is or not it's still a most touching piece and one worthy of a hug for the writer. Helen |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
*smile* I nearly did delete it. But no--I think I need to learn to remember BOTH SIDES NOW.  Love to all. Well. Love to most.  |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
I was stunned by this passionate write, Karen, you sure know how to cut right to the core, lady, and with such perfection too. Ida |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
How did Joni Mitchell put it... "I've looked at love from both sides now From give and take and still somehow It's love's illusions I recall I really don't know love at all." Keep writing....Don't think you can help yourself anyway... Take care Eric |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
When hell was just a child I looked at god and smiled asking, "don't you think you've set your goals too high?" Your problem won't be in the fillin' ‘cause there'll be too many willin' to sit and roast their toasties all night long," we agree, "you've always been the blithest realist, while I'm the prickly idealist, but you've got Dante selling time shares with a song." It seems they only pray when things get scary, perhaps I'm too old and wary of promises they make in mid of night." ;-O |
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