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A monster rises
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A monster rises |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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(Re-post because indeed that monster of an "ex" has risen again and I need to remind myself of those foundations) A monster rises from the skin eyes ablaze, the fangs displayed, and spits the fire of vicious ire into the air I breathe. Down it travels, hot, hot, hot through the esophagus straight to that tender part some would call a heart. But 'tis a place that spirit builds with walls of love un-roofed and doors that open full unto a better place to be. Thus open it's a landing strip for devils, monsters, him, and I'm surprised they still arrive when every day I try, try, try, to see them in a different light. And as the manic manners shout walls and doors quiver, quake, until a crumbled ruin that part some would call a heart. But foundations laid and sunken suffer not that vicious ire when buried deep and deeper than a monster"s artful reach and yet the wait for love's rebuild like a forever internship in this excuse for life! Helen |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Yeah, we seem to wait and wait and . . . wait for the one who will be kind. Sometimes I wonder if it is us at fault, because we tend to fall in love with the same kind of person over and over again. ~*~ If they give you ruled paper write sideways . . . ~*~ |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Wouldn't have read "Ex" into this had you not explained it, my friend, but just seeing that little word , see everything about this piece with a new clarity ... and all I can say is, thank god I'm not wearing your shoes... heart-hugs... jimmy |
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