Monday Oct 04, 2004

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Family

Like disease, family grows
Cancerous, cantankerous, and thankless.
I hear my childs belly growl
And I resent the deafening noise-

I would swallow him,
But for the bitter taste of medicine
He brings.
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eyesofatragedy:
damn.. aint it the truth...
niobe:
I have been doing alright.

How have you been?

Enjoy your weekend. kiss

Saturday Oct 02, 2004

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On My Fifth Year Anniversary

My wife sits on my leather sofa
And I wonder why
I pay for this privilege.

My leather sofa but
Her soft plastic surgery
And her steely glaze.

Silicone silence and a platinum band.
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drewelusive:
Intellect? I don't think know that word.

Thanks. wink
niobe:
Thanks. blush

kiss

Friday Oct 01, 2004

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Mystery

I know in all of this there is a mystery -
Though we sit and share truth
And feed one another on analysis and reason
There must be something neither of us see
Something beneath the surface.

It can not be this clear.

I think I know her, feel that this must be love.
Am sure it cannot be just that.
niobe:
You know it. smile
niobe:
kiss

Tuesday Sep 28, 2004

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Headphones

With the orbs in her ears
She hears her voice above the din,
Above the bash of cymbals and the thrash
Of guitars.

Out front
That sweet angel of a voice!
The volume falls so far from her lips
That it crashes on her belly -

Creating craters
Beside that perfect
Bellybutton.
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niobe:
Hello. smile
katyrosej:
Hi there..sorry I didn't reply asap..I've been out of commission for a few days...anyways...yah...nice to meet cha! smile

Monday Sep 27, 2004

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Thinking Of My Past Love

I think that one day
She will return to me
Fantasize about it, really.
Claim it for reality. Then,

My wife calls me to dinner -
My how my belly has grown!
niobe:
Hello. I am doing alright. How are you?

How are you liking the site so far?
niobe:
That is good. I am glad you are enjoying your time here. Yeah, there is a lot to take in. I see you are a member of a lot of groups. That is a good start. smile

Friday Sep 24, 2004

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Clear

Take chances and call the killer
Down to your home for a bowl of soup.
He slurps for sure and the bugs in his beard
May distract, detract,

But he'll whistle later for your fancy
And he won't expect dessert.

Imagine a man who would
Pay for his supper with a toothpick!

Wednesday Sep 22, 2004

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Fool

I know like a fool Ill fall in love again and again --
Despite the kids that play at my feet
And the wife on the couch.

All for the outside turn of a breast
Ill fumble and bumble against the back of the bra.

Like a teenager.

No diet. No rehab. No divinity inspired, sponsor-driven
Group meeting confessional
Twelve-step-into-sobriety program
Can keep me...
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Wednesday Sep 22, 2004

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Past Life

You killed my dog once.
Long ago, in a sullen wheat field
Your plow no doubt pushed the pup
Into the mud.

That must be so.

How else could I now feel so much?
For if this is not hate,
I shake at this thought of love.

If there is no shared history
How else can I know the taste of your breath...
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Wednesday Sep 15, 2004

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Moves

I love the way she falls on me
So soft like snow -
While I, like boughs of cypress,
Bend under the weight of her.

She is cold, to be sure,
And I, misunderstanding,
Lay low -
Dig myself into the dirt
And root for reason.