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LeeJ
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since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296


0 posted 2004-02-04 09:43 AM


Lost in translations
Thin belts of unraveling threads
Cursing and muttering, I went belly up
Kicking off the evening dreads
Favoring an independent bookstore
Dark Shadows followed mayhem and
Prairie lights looked right through me
While snow fell the entire night
One fainting leaf remained attached
From a higher elevation, chanting my legal rights

That being said, never-the-less
Inside a delicate truce broke through
Slowly, without my flute
I still managed to play those songs with my mind
We danced….
Like a horse running as fast as it could
Then, suddenly…stopped…and…
Before a salivating evil eye, my face smiled
I said, quivering, “Shall I sing you a song?”
To see that death never conquers love
Well, He grimaced and groaned
Grasped my arm, leading me to resilience

I screamed, “Sir, your misinformed”, but heck, he didn’t listen
My tired breath talked badly for hours
About onions and garlic
Without a hint of Listerine
Because winning would be the greatest loss
This confounded devil had ever seen!

The image in my heart awoke a sound
Great pain would have me live!
Where by some slim grace, I found my name tag
All parched and singed
I smugly handed it to him, crossing my arms
Head on pretty aloof, with a smeary smile

Shaking my fingers
I said, “See you half-wit of a mules behind!”
These nametags were here all this time!
And that kind of sweetness cancels every torture
That your kind will never know!

Well, he looked down to the ground shifting from leg to leg
Embarrassed, but from his vanity could not escape
Looking deep into his eyes saying
The more you kill me, the more I wake!
And I’m back in the saddle again!
Riding fast as the wind
Fair the well, my deepest fear…Mr. Gag me with a spoon Death
Alas I am guided by the burning winds of good earthened flames
And no trials on God’s Green Earth, can ever take that away!


© Copyright 2004 Lee J. - All Rights Reserved
the_loner_23
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since 2002-06-08
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Jacksonville, Florida, USA
1 posted 2004-02-05 12:45 PM


Awesome poem

Cold hands means a warm heart

Seymour Tabin
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since 1999-07-07
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Tamarac Fla
2 posted 2004-02-05 01:35 PM


LeeJ
A problem and answer all in one, enjoyed.

Kie
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since 2004-02-01
Posts 77
USA
3 posted 2004-02-05 04:10 PM


Loved it! Kie
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