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Just Waiting For White Christmas
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Just Waiting For White Christmas |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows 
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Some days the ground shakes and I don’t remember why, each year it takes a bit before the pieces fit so I can recognize the images again, you see, earthquakes happen here all the time but no one pays attention, like the thump and crump of mortar rounds don’t make nobody jump, the dead don’t know what hit ’em and they don’t care that I’m alive so I kept moving, and the temperature was rising. I always stay busy today, for me it’s the best way to ignore the memories, though nothing makes them go away; we sure did tell some lies and make some promises, tell them anything to get a kiss, but that’s the way it is when you're stalking bliss in the world of political romance, and we sure did put on a good show though, don’t you know, theater in the round all around well look at that they’re all around, who would notice if a few go down, and the temperature kept rising. I was going out today, or maybe tomorrow; my god how we gonna move ‘em all, how could we just walk away, would this hollow city really fall, how could it stand when it was built on ice, and there’d be no help at all just hitchers in the sky trying to survive when the temperature was rising. Could I go back to being someone when being no one felt so soft and comfortable that my own skin was my best shirt, and then there was all the money that I’d made, I was a master craftsman, in a workshop where every other tool and blade seemed dull and bent, someone like me was heaven sent; be nice though to find another trade, but here I was running out of shade and the temperature kept rising. Should we stay, no one asked me, am I really gonna leave hell I am wearing all I need, OK I suppose I had to find a ride, loud noises real loud the kind I just can’t hear, the kind that made me feel hollow deep inside, would I be the last who died? Check the weather? Yeah it was 105 and rising. ©2005 by icebox |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
icebox Very frightening because it is so real. I'm sure it wasn't easy to write this memory.  |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
And the temperature is rising ... and we are all on the same boat. Christmas might never be the same "white" again. You give us something to ponder on. Powerful write. Love, Margherita |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
I resonate so much with these words that I would have trouble explaining them You seem to just cut the words needed when they are needed Pleasure to read Dave |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Could I go back to being someone when being no one felt so soft and comfortable that my own skin was my best shirt, excellent verse... some memories are best forgotten or left tucked away M |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
This is when (Ironically) you are at your best, m'friend. When you are hip-deep in alligators |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
icebox I have checked the weather, it's getting warmer. Good to know someone else has checked it too. Excellent |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
got me thinking about things with this one |
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