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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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the same hell at 6 a.m. empty rooms, playing games in my head booking executive lunches exhaustion curls my hair already even before the vultures begin to vomit their morning catch to their winy children, making no response to the tunes of some nameless weeping bones that pee like a dog on my leg every morning, i turn my computer on they can’t match my face with my name it wasn’t like this, before time started to run my mother weeps with bed time stories and wets the bed like a mature lunchtime slug, leaching off drugs the cartel’s sniff her pockets, lined with wrinkling skin, screaming beneath flag stones pushing grey hair aside, arms of osteoporosis leaving them half dead & torn, hungry limbs wailing from dark rooms of society thickening mucus with words like research wandering eyes of stripped gardens less loud, their compost, reeking stinking flesh head hunters of happiness believing their saving lives for Jesus? to them, leadership is an email to their broker weeps no shame before eating off some helicopter pad, of man kind’s dreams their noise producing side effects like some bird flu pandemic listed in medical journals where satan sets them free nagging for more samples, the care givers follow a passage of bowl movements their own…. oh yeah, cancer plays stick ball in the underworld as a role model guide for an extended tour right into someone’s 401(k) while they ignore feedback off of some political employee evaluation… and the leaders can’t match faces with names yes, nobody knows, true value of mourning cept the patients in some old folks home must be some wild awakening when they realize that third eye died a long time ago, while butchers minced diseases they catch your dreams & throw away blood screaming for donations, to an employee giving campaign with some invitation to an autumn cruise in some hospital bed, filled with their own waste where pneumonia whispers cold on their face wearing diapers and bed sores that mock some euphoric retirement they were supposed to own body snatchers of the drug world can’t match up faces with the names novelists underestimating mud slides clicking their heels 3 times down some slimy yellow brick road while singing tra la la private practice, rattled death bones seated before architects of old age homes a managed care of self induced polio, singing tv commercials “all the sickly first”! closing up their shore homes for the summer never having to re enter their username or password to them, leadership works from home every Friday they can’t match up faces with the names while my mom coughs up blood from that stinking room, on her cruise through the portal of aarp someday Kari, I just may write that book while on this cruise...  |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
damn! |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Only because we know you CAN! And I'll ditto Dixie, while I'm at it. You've booked the cruise, right?  |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
damn lee, this hits hard with emotion and honesty. Hugs to you... |
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HopeS Member Elite
since 2000-12-22
Posts 4596Perth Western Australia |
Like Dixie said ... damn !!! yes my son works in a old peoples nursing home , he curses often because the owners of the place are always trying to cut back on things to save money and they give a damn about the residents Hope |
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Startime55 Member Elite
since 2003-04-05
Posts 2148Alberta, Canada |
I second everyones DAMN!!! Pain and truth bleed from every word...Write away...*big big hugs* |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
LeeJ You pack a punch of truth!  |
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Toerag Member Ascendant
since 1999-07-29
Posts 5622Ala bam a |
This is really "strong" gal...been there..done that... |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Raw and filled with emotion...ya gotta love this poem of gritty, human feelings and harsh situations... I feel the course of loving blood flow across its lines, and the waves of frustration eminating from the writters brain I third startimes second .. making the "damn" unanimous. ------------ice ><> [This message has been edited by ice (08-13-2005 07:14 AM).] |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Sometimes when I read you, I can only smile in admiration, before I think, "she and I would be dangerous together."  and man, when the rage gets contagious, watch 'em dole out the paxil and zanax...and a little clonopin? *shrug* A perfect patient who never complains.  Loved this, Lee. |
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Paul Wilson
since 2002-07-07
Posts 4711United States |
Lee...What a dose of reality you have given us. I hope I never make you mad at me.LOL Sounds like the ME GENERATION all over again. Thanks for sharing...Paul Maybe you and Serenity should team up like she suggested and blow the socks off of us. ~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~ |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
LeeJ...first, I am sorry your mother is ailing. Second, this is an extraordinary social write!!! There are soooo many anaologies and truths in it, I cannot ennumerate. You are right on the money (forgive the pun). And I am outraged...have been for several years (after I began to wake up). Brava, lady, brava! .....joPS: Although I never worked for the pharmaceutical industry, this still sounds alot like a big corporation where I used to work. |
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stevebrklynnyc Member
since 2004-01-04
Posts 292GA, Camden |
Lee, this write packs one hell of a punch! I know where you are coming from, I have seen it myself. You use writing to sound off, my plan would put me in jail, hope everything works out, Steve. |
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