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Honeybunch
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0 posted 2004-05-16 01:54 PM


Before the pain runs out from the skeleton of doubt
flesh puckers up and crinkles and stretches mighty thin
across the bones of home known intimately by soul
during its confinement in the world of experience.

At birth hopeful, expectant, and eager to explore
time brushes past the face too quickly in the race
to touch, feel, taste, devour, the thrills and the joys
and walk upright and forward in a straight line.

Twisted from the truth highlighted by hind sight
and turned from fame and fortune by each circumstance
the skeleton of double shrinks inward, bends, and cracks,
till drowned in sand or burnt in fire as its just reward.

To life a toast!  Let’s drink tonight, tomorrow there’s no more,
and every moment lost in days numbered too few
slides beneath the mud in a dark and dingy grave
of unresponsive reactions to the knock of opportunity.

Here on the ground is the flame that burns the past,
here on the ground is the air that lifts us up,
but here too on the ground is the rock of stubbornness
amidst oceans of the weak and the indoctrinated.

And as I fool I exit from the playground of the wise
for knowledge of a better kind can’t live and procreate
when on an island lonely amidst the mass of humankind
the skeleton of doubt disturbs the silence of the night!!

Helen

© Copyright 2004 Helen - All Rights Reserved
passing shadows
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1 posted 2004-05-16 02:03 PM


wow...I don't really know what to say here but

wow!

Honeybunch
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2 posted 2004-05-16 02:25 PM


Yeah!  I know what you mean, passing shadows.  Guess I'm just feeling a little jaded around the edges today.  It will pass - all things do.
Susan
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since 2004-03-27
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walking the surreal
3 posted 2004-05-16 04:17 PM


and every moment lost in days numbered too few
slides beneath the mud in a dark and dingy grave
of unresponsive reactions to the knock of opportunity.

This speaks such truth.  Let not the moments be lost.  By the way, I've a spare pair of rose colored glasses you can borrow.  They certainly do help.

Smiles -- Susan

Honeybunch
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4 posted 2004-05-16 07:46 PM


Thanks for the offer Susan bu I do have a pair somewhere and I'm sure I'll find them "tomorrow".
Martie
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5 posted 2004-05-16 09:03 PM


Helen

"To life a toast!  Let’s drink tonight, tomorrow there’s no more,"

It is so much easier to take one minute at a time...sometimes the larger picture is too hard to handle.  I toast to you!  

Honeybunch
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since 2001-12-29
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6 posted 2004-05-17 01:09 AM


Thanks, Martie.  I was taking a day at a time but, yes, perhaps a minute at a time would be better.
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