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Chanson Senior Member
since 2000-08-19
Posts 1559Up Creek w/Out Paddle 
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The Final Chapter - Part I 'Never again' he uttered, promising brighter days and regrets lay to rest on the shelf. Meanwhile... behind the book of recriminations, shadowed by the best seller of temperamental fits, his angry words advance from the novel of ammunitions, ceasing the flow of her poetry. Trickling from open wounds, the rhyming weeps. She should have taken cover from the verbal fallout, retreated to the bullet-ridden wool on her bunk but she never saw it coming. * * * Retractable Retreat - Part II She should have heeded her instincts when under confines of tattered tarp, instead she lays low, grenaded security in her grasp. The spin of chamber, the click of cocked trigger heard while she checks breathing, focuses vision, fine hairs on her neck stand on alert, in seconds tick away her final hour. Squinting through showers of debris falling to rubbled terrain in ire-- A lone, militant mutant, stripped of medal and honor clad in brown, breaks the shell-pocked perameter, steps surefooted over torn barbed wire. Sight trained on her, this dissident escapee of stereotypical anarchy-- Cross hairs targeted on a bead of sweat glistening through pore of her sulfured forehead, trickles expectant. First discharge, a warning, rips a patch of army green flapping inches from her ear. Scathing rhetoric splays despondent on uncredentialed dirt. Second shot ricochets off her helmet, splits the bark on the oak 10 feet to her rear. Intellectual, superiority complexes through the thick air spear. Like shrapnel, First Amendment Rights sarcastically embed her back, shoulder, calf and thigh. Caustic remarks render her paralyzed, stiff upper lip bitten though no escaping cry. No ground reinforcements from the Freedom of Speech Brigade. No airlift out of this controlled hypocrisy. Slickened white of his eye in close proximity, close enough for her brow-beaten body, her arm armed with death to his unstructured sentence. A tent pole shifts-- Under blinked-eye distraction, she pulls the plug on the irony, hurls her only defense, the grenade of perserverence, at his ornery stance. He should have taken cover, retreated under the blanket of humility, repented unpretentiously his verbal covert assault. He underestimated her reserve and never saw it coming. ...chanson~ Music, tonal clear & pure, Caresses the harshest of curves. -me, Song of Gesture |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Squinting through showers of debris falling to rubbled terrain in ire-- WOW...deep, very deep meanings here, chanson. One to be read and reread to absorb it all.  ~Wynter (gave me chills at times) "The worst prison would be a closed heart". ...Pope John Paul II |
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Chanson Senior Member
since 2000-08-19
Posts 1559Up Creek w/Out Paddle |
Hello Wynter. Pleased you enjoyed (but hoping you don't catch a cold from the chill you received)  ...chanson~ Music, tonal clear & pure, Caresses the harshest of curves. -me, Song of Gesture |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Wow, amazing and intense. Fantastic. Sandra |
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Chanson Senior Member
since 2000-08-19
Posts 1559Up Creek w/Out Paddle |
Hi Sandra I wasn't sure how this would be taken as it was in response to a (heated) discussion about freedom of speech, against those who want it curtailed in another forum I post in. But I thought I'd give it a go here. I'm happy you felt the intensity, that was my goal. Thank you! < !signature--> ...chanson~ Music, tonal clear & pure, Caresses the harshest of curves. ---Song of Gesture [This message has been edited by chansondegeste (edited 11-02-2000).] |
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