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The Train |
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cbutler New Member
since 1999-09-11
Posts 4bakersfield ca |
The Train 1997 Last night I faced the truth, last night I killed the lies, last night I entered the Twilight Zone when I closed my eyes As I faded from lucidity I fell in a pool of serenity. The Only Passenger on an old time train Shooting through the misty rain. Grassy covered rolling hills splashed with Poppies and old windmills. The nightmare of reality was absent from my mind. I did not know my destiny or what I left behind. I did not try to remember for something told me it was bad. So I focused on the solitude that at present time I had. The whistle on the Grand Old Train blew steady as we slowed. A tiny town placed on a hill So beautiful it glowed. Birds of colors flew about. Not sparrows, crows, or hawks, but pretty ones like cockatoos, parrots, and peacocks. Flowers in full blown everywhere, of every kind spelling magic in the air intoxicating my mind. The conductor slightly startled me as he called out the final destiny “willowbee... Next stop Willowbee”. Willowbee, Willowbee, this name was familiar to me. In a flash it seemed to be so clear to me. Although I don’t recall willowbee. This all must mean the end of me and the beginning of eternity And this train that I happened upon is the one They speak of in the song. The one that the world awaits With a one way ticket to Heaven’s Gates. Off the train to solid ground lifting my head and gazing around Hearing the colors, feeling the sounds Who I was, from where I came, mattered not... Not even name Compared to peace that dwelled within I know I’m me And I’m my friend Thinking there can never be no one No place on land or sea that can bring such Joy as “Willowbee” Filling the air like an angels song. I knew in an instant that I was wrong. A voice cried out my forgotten name Which took me to a higher plain. Closing my eyes and letting flow free All of my pleasant memories. I savored her sound for what must have been a good while. I turned and I fell into her wonderful smile. We kissed a kiss like love birds do. My Tish, My wish, My dream come true. Then I smelt her with a deep inhale And Felt my heart began to swell She said “Your funny” like she always does “Why do you do that?” I said “Just Because”. Suddenly it occurred to me that this was all, all just a dream A bolt of fear shot up my spine Tore out my Heart and Pierced my Mind Lucidity withered back to me soon To come reality. The nightmare of my waking days. The Hell created by my immature ways. She must have sensed my panic and fear She stroked my cheek... said “I’m right here”. I told her that I treated her bad and in Real Life I made her sad. that there, she no longer cared for me My truth I speak you can not see. The years of tears I made you cry Have formed a wall I can’t get by. She said “Honey this can never Be!! I’m your Tish, your wish, your dream...It’s me.” We reached out for each other’s hand as if we could avoid the Waking land. Like in reality, I failed to reach in time Now my Tish is no longer mine. A Rude awakening in a strangers home No scent of Tish, I’m all alone. On my knees I fall and pray “Oh Lord, please help me through this day” I ask that he take away my pain! I fall asleep and await that Train [This message has been edited by cbutler (edited 09-11-99).] |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
This has a very ballad/sing-song approach to it. Parts of it are more prose than poem, and then you fall back into the poem. The story pulls one along. Looking forward to seeing more of your work. I think this is the first of yours that I've read; I do not recognize your name. Thanks for the read. |
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Pepper Member Elite
since 1999-08-19
Posts 3079Southern Florida |
very interesting storyline.....thanks for sharing ------------------ May your days be filled with lots of sunshine and your nights lit up by golden moonbeams |
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caroline Senior Member
since 1999-08-16
Posts 1218http://members.xoom.com/belladona123/index.htm |
I like this...and I would like to see where you can take it if you were to go back and do some polishing. I like the ethereal feel of it, and you keep one's interest in the story line. I can see this piece as the beginning of many things...a short story, a trilogy, perhaps? Try it  I'd love to read more!------------------ The only man worth your tears will never make you cry... |
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