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Life For the Taking
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Life For the Taking |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
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Every crack in the pavement speaks faith Parted fingers touch the forehead of self-made Unholy promises imprisoned the nerves in my heart Summer wheat won’t be lost in the dark No longer fearing the blade of night Beauty is fact completely wrapped in eyesight Understanding the way which I could not see Walking like an alcoholic, hand in hand with sirens Used to speak that language But I died my hair green Moved to New York, bought a Nomad’s dream I’ve escaped that mortal death No longer loosing sleep, counting every step Cracks in the sidewalk…ohhhh, superstitious me? You wonder sometimes bout gestures Who pronounces the moon? Their meanings, pondering how the Heck he did that? What could he have been doing? He was a smooth talker on the run Flew right in my dreams like Superman In a neurotic sort of way, without any rhythm Fastening me to aloneness, like dying I was only his summer romance Where’s that kryptonite when you need it? Misaligned by all his secrets Yes, I agree, it was my idiosyncrasies which allowed Him to keep trying, I departed this life like an insect Short lived yet, perhaps with some purpose The calm white sea which was our single bed Left pock marks in my forehead Envying life, Christ and myself Wishing I knew a supernatural elf I’ve chewed the manual seamless So my better returns could thrive Now unschooled with my own dimensions Not diving into shallow fountains Adventure has somehow lost its venue Placing emotions under curfew Repainting my stairs, now stenciling stars With a calm blue watered memoir Massaging reward is another cigarette Teaching yoga to migrating sunsets Yet the balance can’t help but be seen Stretching and breathing cuisine Trees are growing in my room No longer chasing time’s vacuum I’ve got a biological clock Well versed like a four leaf shamrock No more swallowing me whole without a thought Or prereleased layers of Betsy Rose’s house My thoughts will not again return to Williamsburg Or the soul you owned strictly for ego’s sake There was a richer more subtle flame, but you left it to die And in this death I’ve consecrated a new life |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
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"Flew right in my dreams like Superman In a neurotic sort of way, without any rhythm Fastening me to aloneness, like dying I was only his summer romance Where’s that kryptonite when you need it? Misaligned by all his secrets" There were so many good phrases in this one -- I picked out one of my favorites. You sound very strong in this write -- more power to you! ....jo |
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