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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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damaged fatty sheath old friend rising hitherto dismantle belongings to the unholy bowels of the world incredible memory, you holds its breath did your instincts prompt me that cloggy feel, blinding my mind? where sounds can hear nothing oh melancholy darkness still running to the left holding a candle above my head cursing my foothold pit water smells, mock my long damp pages where curiosity echoes like thunder in the twilight driving me headlong into depth the mouth of life, whispering while stooping forward headlong, into earth light, thus agony whales like invisible mysteries dwelling on the face of a clock, calculating a threshold of an inner story, yet to unfold yea, i promise nothing but tears around the moon and the tiny hamlet of intervals times of waiting noise in the night luminous specks footsteps in our garden finding handsome things with beautiful connotations like an evening tide, free from its shell musical gestures wetting my dry lips pressing into my bone comprehensible stars, upended on the beach where my body drifts like the house that built it that way mystical kidnapper! on the leeward side of some sparkling reef clear, fresh licking my skin water falls of warm mist holding a suitcase “where will you go?” I insist the compass is irrefutable and i feel that connection running white waters down my cheek responsibility having so many cold stares pushing the throttle wide open the rain is fair and emerald green foaming so thick turning electric foam across my nakedness and lost memories cool ocean realizes my impossibilities quarter-sized hallway mirrors cover my flesh when a part of you leaves you realize what you’ve missed growing up behind the front door of knee high stockings delicately soaking in the bright stars of never-ending voice growing bigger and bigger like great landscaped yards under the moon counting my breath, between sight and sound and in this, I hear storms moaning…”gentle now lassie you shouldn’t be alone” while tugging on my arm I continue to roll in the grasses of direct sunlight, squeezing the moments without looking away the silence is long, but i know i’ve got a lover to whom i can tell everything i’m aware crickets have replaced the cicadas metrical whirl that’s the way I remember things before I was born funny to think of ivory soap now in this chorus of moments where I look under the blue street lights in winter, monogamous with flesh & the vortex of a time-displaced thief surviving wars which rage and some photos I may never see yet a gift intent on another instance jumps out awkwardly in front of me the suspension of a smile and its interstellar setting pulls me off the shelf into some cosmic destiny with a rather savvy foreswearing echo of greater truths & visions breathing life and intimate details like solar flexes of some “voice of knowledge” and the prophecy among us which always breaks through the pain with ebony scented antiseptic I defy fiction to come alive! with a melodramatic skirt filling the memory of my crippled fingers until finding my hometown I suggest we walk, no longer imitating sleep we paint gentle watercolors processing spiritual vein where the hot days of summer stitch together my cold and soulless wind I hear the drumming of assemblage hypnotizing prose rejuvenating cozy insulation around my nerves Alas I am a product of little mercies of dead flesh and blood spilled yet, tonight I sleep tonight I dream while pondering what it was that so rarely blessed me… I know your face sprawled below my feet the warmth of your ocean, and the hawthorn tree with side blood rims… and a workbench that stopped to take a look at me…. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
LeeJ And you said this all in one breath, remarkable. Good morning sweet.  |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: There is such an abundance of poetic wonders here, dear Lee! Had to do some research on "fatty sheath ..." Love, Margherita  |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
laughing, Lee because I was thinking the same thing as Seymour   M |
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HopeS Member Elite
since 2000-12-22
Posts 4596Perth Western Australia |
Lee I always try to pick out favoutite bits , but I enjoyed the entire write Hope |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
“I know your face sprawled below my feet the warmth of your ocean, and the hawthorn tree with side blood rims… and a workbench that stopped to take a look at me….” WOW… Lee J, such passion in your poetry. This is a work of art, the entire write, but this last verse puts it all into perspective. You ARE special. JL (Essential: B12) |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
driving me headlong into depth the mouth of life, whispering Ten words so vivid! You have such a knack for description! It's descriptive, yet invites each person to make his own independent interpretation. This talent I envy! Have a great weekend, LeeJ. miscellanea |
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