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lazarus died...
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lazarus died... |
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niky tamayo Junior Member
since 2000-08-22
Posts 17 |
...in his sleep the other night. i remember the leaves were still and the dogs ceased their ceaseless barking... or maybe it is a trick of memory, for i cannot remember anything but the fact of his death. ... in indecision, waited for the good doctor to come and twiddled thumbs and toes... i am good at twiddling toes... and wishing there were something better to do at this time of the day, like getting drunk... getting hopelessly, insanely soused. ... the car seat was more empty than usual today, minus one life and three thirds the warmth. i fiddled with the mirrors at every stoplight, and thought about how deep the seat was and how small i felt, not being used to riding on this side of the car. ... the windowpanes of the house were dark mirrors today, reflecting my thoughts in shades of orange and lavender. i've often wondered how a sky could be so beautiful this close to the city. laz often said that it was all the crap they put in the air that made it so damn beautiful. ... i sat on his chair on the porch, looking at my hands and wondering if his gloves would be too big for me, too. my feet dangle in space as i push the heavy thing back and forth. laz never had to rock... it just happened for him. everything just happened for him. the first time his heart stopped, jesus and miracles, there was an ambulance one block over. my little legs pumping and ragged breath found the driver waiting for a stoplight. the man brought laz back to life, and sure enough, his name WAS jesus... jesus angelico de silva. laz lived a good ten years after that. i rock that chair as hard as i can, just to keep it moving. laz never needed more than one foot. he never had to sit up straight to look over the dashboard... he never had to use a ladder to change the bulbs. he was a tower, hard as rock, too... and he was eternal... ... sitting in the bedroom, pulling the blankets closer in the chill... i remember that last night and that last rough kiss on my cheek. remember promises unfulfilled... of how we're going out to get those new boots tomorrah'... but there never was a tomorrah... no matter. i've found my boots... and though they may be too big and worn down in places, i wear them to sleep... because laz ain't dead, and life ain't meat, and somebody sure as hell has gotta wear them... i felt two foot small last night when laz died... tonight, i'm as tall as mountains. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Niky, this is library material and oh so much more than that! Touching, heartfelt, sincere...and more! You're going to get a ton of responses... Karilea When you want to be loved, look within...KRJ |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
What an impressive piece of writing....welcome to passions  |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Niky~ Quite an impressive render. I felt the overwhelming sense of loss. Welcome to Passions. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
This is beautifully done - You and lazarus held me captive from the first word to that wonderful final couplet - Great work - Do stick around Passions - I'm looking forward to reading much, much more of your work..  |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
This is the first of your poems that I've read and it won't be the last! If this is based on your life, I am sorry for you loss. I look forward to reading more from you. Take care. |
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niky tamayo Junior Member
since 2000-08-22
Posts 17 |
thanks for the kind words... this is an amazing (read... amazingly huge) site, but i don't have much time to stay on... really gets me that there's all this stuff here and no easy way to read it all... anyway, i hope to post at least once a week, as long as i can get away from my moderation duties at another site. p.s.: it isn't real life, sorry... but the sentiments ring true... i often tried on my dad's boots when i was a kid, and they never did fit right... i outgrew them between babyfat and pimples and i never knew it until it was too late. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Interesting to read...James |
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