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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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And so… Black spotted bananas stumble through the exam Like predictions speaking truth Double-talking installments Bursting blood vessels Mirroring glamour Good God, what's happened to passion? Breast implants, stamp intellectual levels Wannabe relationships grow desperate, I suppose? Tears already dried on cheeks Remarkable trends of Hollywood Hold the world in manic confidence! I am to pathetic for such exertions Mystery no longer exists Fear comes frightfully stylish In the shelter at night where I sleep But I did fathom the depth of soul Spending days by the lake Sunday morning’s whispering portholes Mincing steps with time’s windbreaks Seems like things these days, become more clear Although it takes some courage to think optimistic As long as I live, your stories creep down the back steps Building those traveling dreams with biceps Blending colors across the forest floor I look away casually pretending not to lust CSI explains the bedsores While sleep takes me back to my lover Where colors blend away to a sting In a salt and pepper sea Reeking of a center island jetty Where I’m forever subjected to history And so… Black spotted bananas stumble through the exam Like predictions speaking truth Double-talking installments Bursting blood vessels Mirroring glamour While I slip away into dust loosing my voice Like somber flowers living menopause Writing letter after letter to old friends... Talking about nothing Waiting desprately for the end.... |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Fill those letters with self... and you leave something behind...  |
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Greeneyes  
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
Lee you are powerful with these words.... nice expression....  hugsssss~~*~~ |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
LeeJ "While I slip away into dust loosing my voice Like somber flowers living menopause Writing letter after letter to old friends... Talking about nothing Waiting desprately for the end...." You have such a strong voice, my friend...I can't imagine you ever loosing it, but I do love that line, "somber flowers living menopause"...and I so understand! |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
“But I did fathom the depth of soul Spending days by the lake Sunday morning’s whispering portholes Mincing steps with time’s windbreaks” This verse, well it just popped! Wonderful write Lee J. Enjoyed! JL |
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