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serenity blaze
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0 posted 2001-11-18 05:03 AM


For the sake of argument
for the sake that there be none.
Take my word;just follow me
to where and when I was too young.

There were twenty Harleys...easy--
polished and it was intense.
To walk beyond the open gate,
and every shiver of suspense--
I met the slanted eyes of wait.
I trembled as we met the door.
I said the "secret name"--INDOORS,
we found ourselves on slick wood floors
and carpets that coiled wanting more
and on the ceiling, on the wall--
a parachute made one room tall
and that is where we met the man
tiny leprechaun's command.

Imagine this---hair to his ass,
in shades of blonde the smoke of ashe--
like a hobbit in repair, he asked me,
"tell me, who is there?"
I said it's me, "my brother's keep,
he said I'd find safe harbor here."
"Really" and he chuckled deep,
"Let me see. Oh do come near..."
"Show me what you have for me...
show me what you have--I'll see."

I told my boyfriend, "just stand back,
let me handle this with tact."
I took the sheet of hundred spread
and quote the price of each hit dread.

"I tell you what."
He laughed at me.
"Tonight you give me this
for free;
and if it's good you will return--
and it it's bad, it's your own burn..."

And I said "Fine."
"No more than ten."
"More than that?
"You'll owe again..."

He laughed at me,
that leprechaun,
as if I were
a chess piece pawn...
He laughed at me
and I laughed back,
"Tomorrow?
I will need the jack.
Tonight I give you this in trust--
tomorrow? Money---Or a bust."

And yes there was some gray hair grown,
but the next day, he had a throne..
waiting for me past the rugs...
at seventeen? crowned queen of drugs.

  


[This message has been edited by serenity (edited 11-18-2001).]

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Professor Gloom
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of Depression
1 posted 2001-11-18 06:21 AM


The pills would fill an aching mind
Take it to a place no one would find,
Something to make things not matter
She had something and it had her
Retreating from reality was the best
Never thinking escape might cause harm
Sucking pleasure deep into her chest
Letting elation explode in her arm.

Glad you transcended

Gloom

serenity blaze
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2 posted 2001-11-18 06:35 AM


me 2....funny tho, if I could tell anybody anything about it all, it's that the pain waits for you...patient and enduring demon that one is...but like Job? I say, bring it on....it all hurts anyway.
catalinamoon
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The Shores of Alone
3 posted 2001-11-18 09:53 AM


Karen, WOW, you did a hell of a job on this. Amazing. And yeah, it does all hurt anyway, when you come down to it. Why is that?
I really would like an answer someday.
This was a captvating story, I can see the hobbit guy clearly, and little Karen, all bold and insistent.
Sandra

Seymour Tabin
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Tamarac Fla
4 posted 2001-11-18 10:16 AM


Karen,
An excellent write interesting and provocative. *L*

Carol Lina
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5 posted 2001-11-18 03:06 PM


I felt like I was privy to a very special memory. This is great!

Carolina

Sven
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6 posted 2001-11-18 05:07 PM


hmmmmm. . . don't ask me why, but Janis Ian comes to mind. . . although, I know that this wasn't she was talking about. . .

a look inside the heart and mind. . .

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To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world.

Janet Marie
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7 posted 2001-11-18 05:27 PM


*shaking me head at you*
MORE like the QUEEN of rhyme divine...princess of poetry.
*sigh*...out of the mouths of babes, baby.
heart-hugs me twin
me

I would wait till the end of time for you,
Then do it all again ... it's true.
I can't measure my love for you,
There's nothing to compare it to.

Dennis
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since 2001-02-19
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8 posted 2001-11-20 08:37 PM


now this i like, real honest down to earth words i enjoyed reading this  

Dennis

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