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Post by anirbas on Apr 7, 2007 16:29:37 GMT -6
Your perception of America is off-kelter, to some extent, I hate to burst your bubble.
Though tis true, many Americans ingest texmex cuisine, not so many have giant
television screens, goose down feather beds, nor can dare to afford dreaming
giant dreams, around the nightmares crawling about their twin mattress in the floor.
~*~
Yippeetiyiyay! I live in the land of gangster cowboys, shot callers and meth chefs!
They beat pretty boys almost to death out here, chomp mixed up kids through jail
and the legal system like a fat boy town councilman at the city fair chomping
on greasy corndogs with his partner in crime, the county district attorney, no less.
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Post by soulfir3 on Apr 7, 2007 16:32:21 GMT -6
sleep evades me, teasing with the vague notion
that perhaps dreams aren't such a bad idea
but dreams do not come, and the pain does not cease
so i'm here, reading your thoughts, trying for a different approach to release
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Post by anirbas on Apr 7, 2007 16:40:17 GMT -6
no release in thoughts do I find...
only further convolutedness of the mind...
wakefullness has invaded my body since last evening...
as like you, sweet invalid, sleep evades me even as my nightmares find me...
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Post by DavidMc on Apr 19, 2007 12:57:30 GMT -6
Childishly he pouted as his shiny sweets were snatched away Only to discover an enormous chocolate cake waiting for him at home  |
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Post by dawness on Apr 24, 2007 11:05:30 GMT -6
candles are for the dead? or are they
fired up to let the glow engage one
to seek the silence within
and make this interior castle brim?
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Post by anirbas on Apr 24, 2007 11:49:35 GMT -6
liquid silver
drizzles from skies
of platinum, releasing
the growing season into being
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Post by dawness on Apr 26, 2007 14:00:21 GMT -6
i choke at the very thought of you
parading as a saint
among mary magdalenes
who is judas?
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Post by anirbas on Apr 26, 2007 23:17:48 GMT -6
tiredness draws me up in it's embrace
a needle stuck on empty without a trace
is my energy the tank is barren
devoid of sizzle out of gas is this lass
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Post by Sam on Apr 27, 2007 9:04:46 GMT -6
We are getting older now, slowing down...
giving up those secret dreams
that always held our youth
and kept us young at heart....
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Apr 27, 2007 13:41:11 GMT -6
*good one, Sammy!*
you reach a point
where you don't know
who you are, to anyone, anymore...
but, you sure know, who you aren't...
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Post by Sam on Apr 27, 2007 15:09:40 GMT -6
Some might try to call that the wisdom that comes with aging.... I simply call it life... and go on living it.... Sam or alzheimer's  |
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Post by anirbas on Apr 28, 2007 1:14:41 GMT -6
I crave a brownie...In fact, I covet a brownie...
I hid it away, just for me, earlier today...
Some might call that deceptive, even scurrilous of wicked me...
I'd call that looking ahead to this moment, when...I crave a brownie....
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Post by DavidMc on May 2, 2007 2:10:43 GMT -6
Pretzels coffee and freshly baked bread
eggs over easy and dough nuts like lead
croissants and kippers muesli and oats
Breakfast!! ... Breakfast!!! ... Breakfast in bed!!!
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Post by anirbas on May 2, 2007 9:46:00 GMT -6
*ggglgggl...that's cute...reminded me, I've not eaten, yet...note to self...feed self...LOL*
the poem above made me laugh out loud...
and then my stomach flipped sideways and growled
louder than my unexpected, but much needed giggles...
so, I'm going to eat a sandwich loaded with turkey, tomatoes and pickles
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Post by dawness on May 13, 2007 11:24:05 GMT -6
pig out, pig out the calories are not counting your fat content they are measuring the lard of the heart's contentment  |
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Post by anirbas on May 28, 2007 23:49:50 GMT -6
ggglgggl...u only used three lines, DG...
~*~
brought on board and up to speed
already she glows and blossoms
with the concept of myriad freedoms--
a pintsized POW, but not much longer...
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Post by anirbas on Jun 8, 2007 23:10:10 GMT -6
where, oh where for art thou, DG?
hast thou abandoned the Seasons and me?
or art thou carousing with thy manfriend?
preferring his company to browsing in netland? [ggglgggl]
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Post by anirbas on Jun 22, 2007 10:28:40 GMT -6
lonliness and uncertainty
hang above me like a grey-green cloud
impregated with hard hailstones
ready to dash my brains out, quickly
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Post by Sam on Jul 3, 2007 8:51:11 GMT -6
Have no fear!!! I am here!!
Or there, somewhere......
I know I have sadly neglected you
but "you were always on my mind"...
Sam
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Post by dawness on Jul 4, 2007 1:25:40 GMT -6
i write on index cards about my chapters
laden with crochets of fantasy
somehow , this allows me
to escape from true reality
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Post by Sam on Jul 5, 2007 12:43:32 GMT -6
Too much reality is not healthy...
It leaves a bitter taste in the mouth
like a dose of vile medicine,
I remember from my youth....
Sam
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Post by Sam on Jul 13, 2007 14:50:48 GMT -6
I prefer to day dream
of far off places and things.
I live on wishes and hope
and rely on no one...
Sam
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Post by dawness on Jul 16, 2007 15:40:44 GMT -6
a new daiquiri to cap the night no time to be forlorn or somber it's not that way don't even think of matahari |
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Post by anirbas on Jul 17, 2007 17:45:48 GMT -6
shaving a feline
is a rather odd pastime...
leaving the cat far from looking fine...
but he's cooler and that's sublime...
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Post by Sam on Jul 31, 2007 14:11:24 GMT -6
(OK! Is there a bald cat in Texas?) ________________________________ Say it isn't so! You were only pretending. Say it isn't true! You never even knew her... Sam |
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Post by anirbas on Aug 13, 2007 22:35:24 GMT -6
*yes, there is a bald cat in Texas named Sneakers...and he's not to happy...
he used to like me, lace around my legs when I went outside...he's still not speaking
to me, to this day...for being my sister's partner in crime in shaving him...*
into a world of uncertainty I go...
leaving a galaxy of uncertainty behind me...
sweeping my sidewalk to and fro with a metaphorical broom...
beginning to believe once more, in all possibility and the tooth fairy...
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Post by anirbas on Aug 18, 2007 18:56:36 GMT -6
another day down, done and gone...
another dollar or two or three or four made...
so I can holler and shout with happiness and pride...
when my bills are paid and I've got money saved...and I did it, myself...
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Post by Sam on Aug 20, 2007 13:55:05 GMT -6
I could lay down my head like a dog in shame
and try to pretend this time in my life away...
Or hold my head high every time she walks by
and make her think I am just mad or insane...
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Aug 20, 2007 20:10:42 GMT -6
*gggglggggl...me thinks this one is about she whom thinks
she's a bag of potato chips and all that...keep up the good work
making her think you're mad with insanity, Sammy...tis better to bear
the watermark of madness than to bear the greasespot of shame, yes?*
~*~
Are you ugly?
Do you feel blue?
Bible or angel ringtones might make you feel better...
But, not necessarily hotter or prettier...
*ggglgggl...inspired by the ads at the top of the forum page*
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Post by anirbas on Aug 26, 2007 4:35:35 GMT -6
I walk this world, this moment, this now...
stalked by a lewdly ludicrous band of devils...
supported by a host of loving angels whom implore
I fight or ignore the demons and carry on...just carry on...
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