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When Sleep Becomes A Hobby Too Expensive To Pursue
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When Sleep Becomes A Hobby Too Expensive To Pursue |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows 
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. I am drinking wine, do you want a sip? No, it's not polite behavior just idle courtesy; also, I am dying, do you want a sip? Funny isn't it, what I am willing to share with friends or strangers who stop in on a dare? My building days are over, my castle walls are growing moss, the loss in edges softening, still, it's warm and dry inside; c'mon, let's take a ride, we aren't really going anywhere, at least it won't be somewhere you should avoid forever, besides, it's just your mind that takes the trip. My fighting days are over, blood just dried up memories, a ditty bag of dust and faded scars. Was it wealth or justice for which I lived? None are left alive who were there to see; who could remember me, would you remember me? Do you see, that's what I'm talking about, not just playing at being free, but earning what it is to be? So, my killing days are over, you see I lost the taste for it, a shame in a childlike way, the arrangements always paid the day, in their simplicity there was a purity, a quiet range of clarity; it is a business for the shy, I never needed vision, nor a sense of purpose, the contract was the only why. Now, my running days are over, I'm not hiding anymore, the dead are in no hurry, they're not battering my door trying to break in, though some nights I hear the woven threads, their laughter in the wind; really, my shadow days are over, I'm not afraid to wear the cloak but daylight doesn't frighten me and though I won't get outspoken on you and leave you wondering if you get out alive, I'm just not hiding anymore. Here, come sip a little wine, come share a stare into my fire, we can sit and wait for pale of dawn but it's only fair to warn you I'm too old and far too cranky to be a liar in the stories I could tell; oh, you would think I am a monster, you might think me born from Hell, so, if you don't want to hear the truth then don't ask about the past; the wine is free come have a sip, we'll laugh about the politicians waving hyped up media fears, about the silliness of instant fame and the last of Winter's tears blowing hard and shrill of threat circling my walls panting out with icy breath, just some other aging dogs of war waiting for the pickup ride, quickly tiring of the kill. ©2007 by icebox . [This message has been edited by icebox (02-11-2007 04:50 AM).] |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Mr. C., I'm not much of a drinker really, but a glass or two with you would be just fine. I have problems sleeping myself. I blame it on pain and my husband's snorring which are both true, but there is a part of me that just doesn't want to miss a secondd of life now that it is becoming shorter with age and a tiring body. My problem is when I finally go to bed and fall asleep, I end up missing some of the sun....gotta work on that. *hugs*....jo |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
icebox, what a write that is truly worth the read...I believe we all will reach this point someday...some kicking and screaming, some with open arms...methinks thou hast chosen the better path...and he stares into the fire... |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
So much you have to tell. I would not be afraid to sit and listen. My best feature is listening, and I am sure my days are coming to an end .... Months; years? who really knows. You need to put it down. best to you , martyjo |
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garysgirl  
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
"Here, come sip a little wine, come share a stare into my fire, we can sit and wait for pale of dawn but it's only fair to warn you I'm too old and far too cranky to be a liar in the stories I could tell; oh, you would think I am a monster, you might think me born from Hell, so, if you don't want to hear the truth then don't ask about the past;" Iceman, I can't drink any kind of alcohol anymore, but I could get a diet vanilla coke and stare into the fire with you. I would love to hear your stories. I beleive in telling the truth, so that wouldn't bother me. I wouldn't think you're a monster, either. Besides, I have a few stories of my own I could tell. Very good writing. It kept my interest. hugs, Ethel |
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ivordavies Senior Member
since 2007-01-10
Posts 739Chester, England |
Icebox, i would certainly love to sip a little experience and wisdom from a glass or two with you. I think it is the first time I've read your words and I hope to quench my thirst on more. Ivor |
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