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meiosis in ministry |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast 
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when I was a boy I had a gun on my fingers and bullets enough then for all the bad men that flew over my sky in sparrow wing capes dropping bombs in my magic kool-aid my flashlight was my shepherd and kept the demons out of my valley and the blankets were armor that made me invisible too I had a dog with one ear that could hear the ghosts before they came under the door the pillows were people soft people with handles that my hands fit around and they wore perfume I said they were angels without hair or eyes and they liked my arms and said I was special when I was a man I bought all the guns and bullets that I could carry but found that the sparrows were just cotton with feathers and the kool-aid was bitter no matter what fell in and I wished I could fly too cuervo new my demons then said they were not so tough used to wash them down my throat and leave new ones on the shelf I would call him and his friends when the sun showed me morning sometimes after noon had gone and evening was a shadow the pillows were women then |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
very deeply expressed...and brutely honest you bring great forth...a vital truth of human nature...and the struggle it is to stay afloat...I love reading you... to me you are the Andy Warhol of PIP Thank you for writing and sharing |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Ah, now me...I hear a bit of raw McKuen... either way, wonderful read...as always... |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
I often read between your lines and see a different you... Me |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Wow. You captured the magic of childhood so well, and passed into the difficulties of growing up. I refuse to grow up. I've drank from a magic cup filled with imagination and play. It helps to keep the wolves at bay. At least that is my fantasy. This was very moving. Susan Happiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
hard to know what to say to such a poignant, honest write poet sir... but me thinks you know what Im thinking anyway. Also made me think of that ole saying... something about......... "little boys and their toys"  I would love to live as a river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
sigh you have a way with words and thoughts |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
DS Very poignant truth so sensitive a touch, you have.  |
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