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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
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A million voices stand in archways The maestro wearing a white smock Takes me hostage…. I am drugged and tormented down the arms of civilian life Pledging my human rights…. “Who are you people?” I cry with a struggling voice My kidnapper speak with diplomacy, and political legitimacy Mind to mind…..critical and absolute Local newspapers said, “The search had been abandoned” My hands were tied, my mouth gagged He was a classic professional, a peace loving superior A combination of surreal and reality ************************ Sitting in a cement block dwelling Oh how I wished I had manicured my lawn And cleaned my home...perhaps this recent invasion Wouldn’t have been so happy to server me lunch Bread and water feels out of place I grow skinny and badly dressed But am granted asylum, within this Matrix For I am left without my body and my mind is gone But my spirit lives on and believes now, in different things I was not perfect nor will I ever be…not even close! Mistakes of many I’ve made, but have accomplished some good ************************** This is enchanted simplicity…one of great heights An all powerful supernatural phenomenon I was amazed at how power could be so…so…decided! Consequently, I walked backwards, my interests were reconfirmed No finished manuscripts, and nearly all of them fiction What this or that person had heard, and repeated! Yeserie….. It was indeed a very intimate relationship With work and protest, my kidnapper, quit by accident Confided that he rarely read books, as they are one man’s opionion All he wants is directive and a drunken army Over which he has spiritual authority…granting wings of freedom I said, “Hey, between life and death, eddied together There is a mysterious twilight, sensual, and…if we allow it to possess Well, simply there is always a supernatural echo in our dreams” One of which, there is no one held hostage, against there will, And then things became clear, there were no bounds on my hands and mouth It was all simply my own illusion…..one of which I never questioned, Though I looked at everyone else, and all the crowds passing by. Right then and there….. Everything dawned on me, familiar, strange and comfortably exotic I was ship wreaked on my own island, refusing anything but bread and water When all the time, just beyond my room, there was a grand buffet, filled With wondrous beauty Happy happy Wed. Its good to see everyone back up and running, thanks so much to all of you at PIP for your endurance! Great to be back  |
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QjQ Member Elite
since 2003-04-18
Posts 3756U.S.A. |
terrific thoughts expressed,, p/s i see the forum has open back up where we first met,,, |
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