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and the bells tolled |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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oh… how some athletic, shy breeze serves me a cordial of morning, thick, with note worthy mist impressions pounding at my door politely blazing with pretentious light i’m bulked with long arms of sea appearing in different seasons like a cost of law…leaving a lunacy of singular bravery, like a buzz of chocking emotions with heavy eyebrows running amidst my mangled body where quiet minutes slip away…until a perspiration of history tip toes across my widening lips… and i, its servant girl…in public paths bathing in this eccentricity of time lived, hearing, a soft & alluring voice speaking “come hither”, "come hither", like a brave minded blemish considering, a long desired conversation with the evermore… furious passion like love, enlarging itself & spreading like trees wickedly unrepentant in it’s pride being sanctioned by example the mere idea of this desirable coma touching my skirt, my mind, my flesh…. that i may die with woman manuscripts folding up crimson tints of misery daring to vocalize… I HAVE SURVIVED! a rare and perfect end but a beginning of direction just over the top of that wall, perfectly level i’m almost there, but ahhh, there was a time...there was a time with that night before, when you felt inclined to steal my steps, seizing my inexperience swarming with life… like an army of red ants savagely stinging any intricacy of peaks and facts of life… hand to hand combat of the mind stooping to a level of violent tombs..ohhhh the grotesque embarrassment of pious men oh damn! your unworthy hands, strange and mealy chested damn, the misery of poverty that could not be reckoned and my low stature of quarters for the night? with that kind of wave that bespeaks great internal anguish as i watched the dark, damp cellar door open & close, open & close it’s…. peculiarly wild appalling glance, that no one speaks of….. pain, alarm stomping on any escape, and you took no notice to pray for the dead with your mocking black belt full of notches i was a mind to murder… with circus slang and photographs but, i left barring the door, for want of rest writing with a rock of language as the clock struck an innuendo of midsummer yesterdays… whispering a fire of kindness… serenading newly weds i and the large marrow of summer work from the old borders of pitiful elegy now sea shores stand upright kissing the night wild and unruly, scrambling resolution meeting my gaze, eye to eye… with a belly full of pretty cloths & a perfect day for tonight’s, swinging a new muscled body of welcomed embrace and oh… how some athletic, shy shy breeze serves me a cordial of morning, thick with note worthy mist impressions pounding at my door politely blazing pretentious light i choose to swim... i choose to swim... **************************************** written for those who choose to delude themselves and stay in a relationship, constantly making excusses for their mate...know you can be with someone, and never feel more dead or alone in your life...afraid of being alone? Afraid of making it on your own...or simply, afraid of nice people, b/c all you've know are lies and mistreatment? It's ok to be happy, to have desires, goals...its ok to want friends & family in your life....its not ok for a spouse to try and seperate you from any enjoyments in your life....who keeps you penned up with bills, by charging, charging, and doing nothing to work for it...they cut you off from friends, family so there is no support...and everyone in your family sees it, but is so afraid to speak the truth...b/c you'll side and excuse these actions to be normal...they are not! "and woe to any man who harms a hair on the head of this child" [This message has been edited by LeeJ (12-19-2005 09:57 AM).] |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Lee? Where were ya about 3-4 years ago? *grin* Have learned the hard way, as we all do, but I have said this again and again. No matter what, you can always leave. End of story. I picture you - another time perhaps, as a healer, in a cottage, a shack of sorts, blending herbs and reaching high atop shelves in glass jars. I adore this stanza: you felt inclined to steal my steps, seizing my inexperience swarming with life…like an army of red ants savagely stinging any intricacy of peaks and facts of life…hand to hand combat of the mind stooping to a level of violent tombs..ohhhh the grotesque embarrassment of pious men |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
"know you can be with someone, and never feel more dead or alone in your life..." I know this state so very well and I too would advise anyone young enough to make a run for freedom now, now, now! If not now then at least prepare financially in the meantime. That aside, another tremendous write, LeeJ! |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Oh, LeeJ, thanks so much for the explanation! Yes, I can see you much as little wing describes. love, martyjo |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
WOW!! Good one Lee J. JL  |
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majnu
since 2002-10-13
Posts 1088SF Bay Area |
i have someone who is going to be made to read this, perhaps you can get through to her. well done and thanks. -majnu |
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