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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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Paint me a social cliché With dark gullible and wrinkled cover Recycled into the movement Punching me between the eyes Trapped and Free? Trapped and Free? Which one? Eyes dart back and forth…. I’m in the same position That was Can’t someone out there move me? Please? Could it be a mute objective? Throwing fields of dreams at me I forgot my catcher’s mitt Or is it the loss I’m trapped in Like an ocean stuck between land masses? Restricted by mortality Limbs relying on voices Running across my psyche Gravitational pull memorizes my address Appearance speaks perplexity Trying to spell my name There are no answers No explanations No credibility Yet He calls me sweetly In the colors of dreams Why, do I ride shotgun? He is the breeze which flows across my hungry skin Pushing me into tomorrow The words I miss The ones that were never said Worshiping the way I breathe Peep holes into my depths Ripples radiate, fingering moments Lusting expression, flashing across my eyes Oh God, go away, scat…. I’m Perched on some fantasy Waiting for coincidence Why is it I can always sense him? What am I, his silicone vision? “Hisses” I whisper, teeth clenched Pointing an gun at surreal landscapes “Stop or I’ll shoot”, I warn…. But he fears no evil While clicking my remote! Please blow me a kiss good bye With some Mantra sobering Christianity My face has lines From pressing hard against the screen Waiting for a distant shore I can never reach No longer tracing the night sky Tying my fingers Covering my eyes Refusing to listen Counting the last memory Feeling Touching Feeding wildly on his scented skin Creamy but absent Leaving my thoughts, in the middle of the night Simply stripping my image And walking away… Frugal murmurs my mind Clinging on the edge Sharks swimming round Nudging me Coming in for the kill Caught in the grayness Harboring a tide Implicating sensory imagery Elements of characterization plots Brief and devoid of action, thus Highly suggestive His red roses pressed between my heart And lungs full of reconciliations Fascinating me Oh talisman of love Handing me white and red roses (unity) Like a Greek warrior Dark haired and tall Home for a week furlough With salt free chocolates Laced with cocaine Like yesterdays candle-light Elizabeth Browning reading my thoughts out loud Shall I love him, even after death do us part? Can someone point me in an alternate route? Put an end to this cold war The test of time has rewritten the writer And if history repeats itself I’m going down fighting! |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
You are magic with words! Eric |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Lee~ Gal ... there is soooooooooooo much in this spill of ink~ 'Like yesterdays candle-light Elizabeth Browning reading my thoughts out loud Shall I love him, even after death do us part?' Just 'one' of my picks ... but the entire piece likes me very much~  *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"Elizabeth Browning reading my thoughts out loud Shall I love him, even after death do us part? Can someone point me in an alternate route? Put an end to this cold war The test of time has rewritten the writer And if history repeats itself I’m going down fighting!" You go girl! Great write Lee J. JL |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
I always enjoy the travel of your words and reading the roads you walk down -  SusanHappiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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