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Why Me? |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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An African Shaman unfolds entangled Lives and how they’re sharpened by an Unseen fragment of talk He is a revolutionary of social injustice Fulfilling his destiny, mine along with it Our paths crossed unleashing Enormous human energies I snicker, and clearly not meaning the candy Bar While a sliver of soap drowses by my side Holding my hand, like an unafraid child Terrified of an overdose I close the door hard Jamming pieces of muslin cloth in my mouth To dim any thoughts from spewing out My window into the streets After all, it was my jail, my dirty Dishes in the sink… The corridor empty, but still hearing Muffled growls of a man’s voice… With flesh scorched I laid combat Outside my door Dark gray stones felt the sword of lost money Smothered voices possessed any rooms which were left There was no vacancy in the walls of my mind Nothing rocked, dim lights climbed Climbed Climbed Climbed Out of breath Chocking, but surviving Who figured? Slowly, as if pleading for my wretched life Ropes lifting around my neck…pulling me Hard like dead weight to the outside and Across an ocean…with the Shaman yelling “Another soul way to far from home” “Didn’t I tell you to stop that useless weeping for mankind?” Then the earth exploded with fire and metaphor…killing Everything everywhere…..while I stood fixed with My feet nailed to the floor of this unfortunate air. As if obeying the command to live, a great river of care opened Everywhere about all the cities of the Earth Young voices caressed the mean ness of storms Taming them with charged passion, without pause And a might big purse Rooms began to grow doors, with no walls and Victorian paper drew the most astounding classic Fabrics….. Where music no longer brooded Now by irony, there is a strange essence filtering Every living thing…like a strange mist, overseeing all And before my eyes appears this giant dish washer Large enough for all my dirty dishes…with a handy new stain Erasure….one of those “Must have Products” I felt no longer stillborn, but charged with an ember rose Before leaving the shaman stunned me with human feeling Wailing for smiling faces and explosions of luck Now I’m certain that if there’s anything around me at all It is real estate, no pun intended Racing down whispering hello, taking me in it’s arms And there, right before my eyes, he’s paying attention to Moral dilemma…the way all people do. In their own way and time Now my streets are filled with standing ovations, with the noise Of clapping coming from my own hands Tears of joy strumming my face…my pearls are fake And my diamonds purchased on ebay…. Yet…that Shaman who was a business major Took a law degree, just to free me! Me! Can you imagine? |
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Brad Majors 
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
well done |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
LeeJ The ways of the mind are surely a mystery. |
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carol Senior Member
since 2003-01-25
Posts 624Florida USA |
A very good write I loved it thanks for sharing Real friends celebrate in who we are and have faith in all that we can become |
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