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huddled on a plateau of thought
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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aspiration reads aloud like long necked hellos bouncing in the sun teasing me with lyrical ballads while playing in the park with a handful of diamonds chanting nah, nah, nah, nah, nah oh that curiosity, that multi-layered nagging feeling comes sneaking back like sparkling diamonds between the thighs of uncertainty oh those music less hips the scents of fear standing like very bad karma alone in a garden void of perception human moral corruption prematurely preparing for winter while wall breeds paper with presidents trading mystic waters for breathing winds of omens i’m huddled together with you floating like a cloud titillated by your mind massaging mine in a national geographic sort of way pronouncing to be the man of the house i am escaping the heritage of trade shows struggling to lay claim on my own island far far away in the valley of sleeping women falling in love with the one who writes about us he weeps at the feel of a globe consumed with appearances dying crickets choke up all the rules rubbing their back legs together playing “satin says” exchanging fairy tale endings for contractual obligations in the fading moonlight of a living will.... losing symbolic rings their value system intimately embraces the occasion i am sucked in suggesting amorous affairs where friendships immediately revert back to a question of the less fortunate attempting to turn confusion upright does change come from the unchanged? collapsing in flames of some grand design by a harmless ghost who speaks of exotic immortality his blade splits the air jarring me out of my home we separate emerald pools from the leaches in an attempt to do an honest days work am i that freckled-faced errand girl left drying in the sun to grow clinging to what i have left threads of hope and aspirations? responding to upgrades in prayer sessions with surreal quality unable to reconcile itself with the high rise buildings & the daughters of slot machines pulse keeps on rollin along i try hard to remember the days when my ponytail bobbed while catching fire flies placing them in paper cups i try hard to remember those carefree days playing hopscotch and hide n seek when life created dreams instead of crocodile memories and i ponder is it then, we are in sync…? how so one word, one decission, one violation effects the lives of so many is it then, our journey turns around? is it then, we forget to remember innocence [This message has been edited by LeeJ (07-24-2006 11:04 AM).] |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
thought provoking read. great images and poem. |
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Lighthousebob Member Elite
since 2000-06-14
Posts 4725California |
Lee J, Big Smiles. You've got me reciting Beatle Songs now! Darn You!!! But, I so appreciated the delightful thoughts that you shared and especially the thought of returning to a most precious precious time of innocence. By the way, I loved your ponytails. God bless. -Bob |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Lee~ In even trying to reach your 'plateau of thought' I am always so very amazed at you~ 'i try hard to remember the days when my ponytail bobbed while catching fire flies placing them in paper cups' Oh, you memory-stirrer you~ *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but it's echo endures much longer*~ |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
I agree with Marge Tindal!! Yep... Nice Lee J... JL  Thomas, because thou hast seen me, thou hast believed: |
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