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Rock and Roll: Where Did It Go?
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Rock and Roll: Where Did It Go? |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
Rock and Roll: Where Did It Go? Perhaps it is not the essay of life itself As a box of cereal high upon a shelf Forgotten as the days do pass, But instead reminisced in mirrored glass. Life proceeds as time thrust and pulls Sometimes used up along the past To some, I am sure, screaming and kicking Wishing not to reveal life, somehow, so hoodwinking. Not so much life, but instead characters stumbled over On our way through the various doors as we somehow explore In the attics of old houses, and the basements of the new homes we build, or at times destroy. We all, and I do speak for myself; I wouldn’t dare mention anyone else, Stumble and fumble through life, such genuine honesty at the - early stage Then we learn and can hear the alarms and identify ‘triggers’ as we engage Life and the struggler with in us, we are sometimes our own worst enemies. We all learned that rule, but we more than often laugh at it being our own, reinventing a life soothing, sometimes too boring to explain, but safe from being bitten, trampled, or stoned; I do mean with rocks here; yes we do deserve the worst, but we shouldn’t dwell in that old house; wouldn’t be too prudent. We would be the wiser to be espousing, as an attentive student not so reluctant To maintain our housing; new paint and wall coverings, or maybe new shades to repel too much of the light reflecting off the cracks in our ceiling; while we wait for their healing to be more appealing. We did learn this too - to be appealing. Life will give us the shelter, but time will soon take it from us. Solitude we soon find in our wooden rockers, passed down to us – From the very ones we were determined not to be, not even a shadow of them. Yet we are yanked through the windows and doors and rot-iron gates and can’t explain, even to satisfy our own whim. Perhaps it is not the essay of life itself As a box of cereal high upon a shelf Forgotten as the days do pass, But instead reminisced in mirrored glass. We are indeed – THEM. [This message has been edited by JL (05-19-2004 10:23 AM).] |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Life will give us the shelter, but time will soon take it from us. Solitude we soon find in our wooden rockers, passed down to us – You describe the passing of time so eloquently. Very profound reflections. Thought provoking too. Loved it. Love, Margherita |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
JL -- this was fabulous! What's it doing down here???? Up you go.  .....jo |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
fabulous and then some, excellent write and read...my how you've grown since we first met...this is one of my favorites of yours JL...perhaps because there is such a profound message of understanding within... Now your da bomb my friend...hehehe Smiles and hugs...good one! I'm going right out and selling my wicker rocker...hehehehhe |
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Endlessecho Member
since 2003-09-05
Posts 398I live within myself |
"We all, and I do speak for myself; I wouldn’t dare mention anyone else.." hm... I think you do and very well at that. This is a wonderful peice for reflection. I love the ponderings here. The transitions and descriptions. Very well written. I enjoyed. :-) |
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