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Into Forgetfulness Corkscrew Remembrance
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Into Forgetfulness Corkscrew Remembrance |
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EvocativeVerse2 Senior Member
since 2003-09-10
Posts 1279
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Into Forgetfulness Corkscrew Remembrance Into obliviousness let whorl ache. Wickedness pulls at me, granulates self into a fake helix of emotion. Mine eyes are a hole, a singularity in space/time where continuance slows at the event horizon. Evensong daubs me in ebony, costumes me in the tincture of ending. I am one with the universe although a pariah, a derelict sheering from literate society. Down an indistinct back street you might perchance come upon me, second box to the right. The transient draws obscurity about shoulders like a blanket. Cloaked against the sightless, “quick-look,” we dodder through your inner city unremembered. Notwithstanding that here we are…lying in doorways, hunkered upon curbs. You footstep over us, infinitely deft at looking the other way. Ours is not your dilemma. Harden hearts, cinch purse strings as you motor your BMW’s and Volvo’s towards suburbia. It matters not; we did not see you either. We are the irreclaimable, the despondent riffraff of enlightenment. Hitherto we turn our backs on a social milieu which has turned its back on us. Quietude is found at the bottom of a bottle, each libation pulling us that much closer to the objective we chase. No longer doth appropriateness wed itself to our vocabulary; we are ever ready with the, “Hey buddy, can you spare a dollar.” Near-sightedness impedes not as you flounder in pocket for the bank note that will emancipate you from our gaze. “Thank-you, and God bless.” Into forgetfulness corkscrew remembrance for I’d forget his touch rather than lurch through this fallacy not of my making. I am the young girl crying in the darkness, the screech of hurt, and he was my father. Into forgetfulness corkscrew this pain. Remember, if you're not part of the future, you're history! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
Kevin? You okay?  This is raw and strong, a powerful write |
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EvocativeVerse2 Senior Member
since 2003-09-10
Posts 1279 |
Thank-you for stopping and reading this Dixie. Just a piece pulled out of the darkness of childhood. My biological father was an alcoholic. He use to beat us, scream, threaten... You know how it is. Mom finally gave him the boot when I was in Kindergarten. She remarried the greatest mam in the world...someone I am proud to call father...but today I write of old memories. |
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froggy Senior Member
since 2003-06-23
Posts 1893Michigan |
Hello Love, This is very sad. It says many things. I give you lots of hugs. ;-) Amour Vous Always Within this heart you'll find love |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
every line full of power, in fact the word "power" seems much too weak, which may be the way you left me with that last line Whether on the shoal or on the shore, |
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Kahlil Senior Member
since 2003-04-12
Posts 1881 |
I'm hearing love and compassion walking with your fear and pain. Perhaps forgiveness with forgetfulness? This is a telling write of great strength you hold. I'm saving it. K |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Kevin~ 'Cloaked against the sightless, “quick-look,” we dodder through your inner city unremembered.' Sometimes the memories are best UNremembered a long way down the road and away from the pain~ Poignant penning, sir~ *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
I am so glad to read your response to Dixie -that you were blessed with a true father figure - I've seen this with my own Sister's children - This entire peace just about had me in tears - so poignant are your words - a sorrow indeed - one that even I find it difficult to look at - but one must look in order to see the problem and help with the change - Excellent work, Kevin-  SusanHappiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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babygirlwlove Senior Member
since 2004-10-10
Posts 1180New York City |
intensely sad and painful write...emotion surges throughout the piece... **babygirL** **Intoxicant to the SouL** |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Kevin I think it is good to write about the pain of the past...it helps us understand and forgive. My best to you! |
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Kevo Member
since 2004-06-02
Posts 466Navarro County, Texas, USA |
Big K A sobering write. Yet, brilliantly written nontheless. I have been so busy as of late it's been really tough to get in but I am trying to change that. It was great to find this post. It touched me deeply as I also came from a child hood bedecked in violence. You writing is in a class by itself. It is inspiring and thought provoking. Your style is always a step out of the ordinary and pushes me to grow in my own writing. Same name. Same endeavor. To write. To touch. To share. My hat is off to you tonight, friend. The Other Big K |
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Copperbell Senior Member
since 2003-11-08
Posts 956 |
Cloaked against the sightless, “quick-look,” we dodder through your inner city unremembered. And you reminded us all not to forget. Not to stop helping if we can - or those who can. I volunteered once at an inner city church - and met wonderful people - who were messed up - and wonderful. Because we're more than just what we do. And we includes the poor and the rich. Hugs my friend. |
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