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Map 8 "Never Land"
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Map 8 "Never Land" |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
I looked up at my companion of these last days And wondered at the why of his remaining thus Close and communicative with a man He would someday take along in his bit of business “why?” I asked “Why not?” he grinned “do you think this journey I am on is one that allows much comfort of the human sort or a chance to see through the eyes not yet dead?” “besides” he laughed softly “you thought you were dead before the myth and maps and I like to share a whiskey now and then” I looked back at the book that was in my hands Knew that Neverland engraved in ink beneath my palm Was a place some say you never grew up Or older than the day you came So traced with my finger the lines Surrounding the Lost Boys Home And wondered if the lost of them was the same As the lost of he who answered me with soft taunts Or if it was another sort of lost That let them simply crow when they felt the sun And not begin to think of stone “She has haunted me for more than this lifetime” I replied with no heat but a strength of knowledge Allowing me surety to believe I might in some future time Touch her Once again “Yes m’goodman” he said with no real intent but to see where my own thoughts would end “there is a link between you that I have seen before but rarely does it work the way of fairy tales” I nodded Not wishing to think of how it might be To feel dead again inside the never hope or never love A never land so different than the map in hand The sands blew as might the snow And covered everything in their path with dust As they piled in dunes outside the tent While we covered our mouths and nose with silk And tried to laugh at small witticisms traded in the gloom I drew from the thick leather case a map And we sat side to side tracing routes we knew And where when with Allah’s will We would try anew should this wind and storm of sand Subside and leave us still alive “yes” I said with a sigh “rarely do the shapes of fairy tales or the routes of maps lead us on a path of ever more” “but, I can touch the tip of finger still to ink and to the lines drawn upon a page knowing there is more beneath than fairy tale or myth based upon the nothing of abject lie” He chuckled a tired exhale of time “so is faith and love my man” he said “that not even death can part” |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
enraptured by your storytelling, Chief~ |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
LOL you are easily enraptured then Ma'am.. you've seen these scribbles before and I find them no better now, than then... your kind words and your support, however, are priceless... thank you |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
“so is faith and love my man” he said “that not even death can part” A worthy map, indeed. So seldom do I get down here anymore, but I do love the way you write. You turn the reader into more than an audience, more like the companion in your poem. Enjoyed, and will continue to as I check this out with a library card... |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Thank you for the kind words Misc.... part of a rather long and some might say torturous series of pieces... I am glad you found something in this one to enjoy! |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
Cpat...I ride close to Neverland (MJs ranch) quite often and it is strange how this piece fits into the vibery I expereince when I echo my pipes across that landscape. enjoyed it |
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