in the light of the candle's flicker 2am and traffic has slowed down to a wee trickle The hum of the refrigerator is answered by the croak of a lone frog. Even the crickets seem to be sleeping. I see a flicker. It’s the lights on the man in the basement apartment’s tv you know, the red-headed guy with the frizzy hair and a daughter that spends weekends with him. Sometimes, my candle flickers its silent reply to the tv. We are strangers living a few hundred feet apart, walking down our own little paths, forging past while the world slowly goes bye The river of life lazily drifts along like soldiers in a military academy we are unable to break rank to smile, and say "good morning" share a moment of our time... SeaDreamz, 5/17/00 Shadow on the wall Caught my reflection on the wall tonight. It was a classic "me" pose I’ve fallen into these past forty some-odd years. It’s a comfortable place; hair hangs aimlessly curling here and twisting there yet still, somehow straight bangs - overgrown naturally parting in the middle. I’ve got my "Huh?" face on. Most of you have probably seen it- It blossoms occasionally when I slow down a few steps relax celebrate being in touch with the birds that frequent the feeders, the neighbor’s dog, the wandering cat, the antics of the baby squirrels, who live in the hollowed-out mighty oak tree that stands off to the southeast... the groundhog You know: the one who got his head stuck in the rusty old can and stopped traffic one day till somebody stopped and took it off He lives in a hole near the bottom of the tree. The mallards: lovingly making their nest in the pond the honeymooners, that seem to relish each moment they spend together, fluttering about doing their own private dances amongst the walls of green, now blooming. A mother calls to her fussy baby. Her name’s Alex, like my own beautiful grandbaby, off far away, with her mother. The cycles of life move ever onward, the rhythm of life, grooving to its beat. There are times to turn inward, to reflect, to smile and LAUGH and YES! Even stop to smell the flowers. Time to do a STUPID search on alta vista, and hear all those natural rhythms of life and time to laugh, all the way from your belly! SeaDreamz, 5/17/00 1984 I am Ms. Jane Doe. You can find me at messageboards.com. I splash my life most openly upon the [pages] of cyberspace. Emotionally, I pose NUDE before you innocent and vulnerable soul, heart, all bare My secrets are yours. You know my personal hygiene habits (if you so desire!) my particular tastes in music and the arts my soapbox derbies of subjects that fire my motors and bring me out of the closet ready to go twelve rounds [or more]. What sort of "footprint" do I leave, my Big Brother? Will I be hunted by the CIA, or FBI, or NYPD? The NRA, DEA, or PTA? It’s a bit late, but I think it’s finally 1984. SeaDreamz, 5/17/00 Rag Doll my soul is a tortured prison It comes to me in sleep playing games with me having its way with me letting me know I'll never REALLY be free. no matter how far or how long I run I cannot escape it no matter how hard I try to put the pieces of me back together it always comes back to let me know is is not me who has control... 9/3/00 Master of the Machine You know you have the ability to fix me or fuck me up, if so you choose like Gepetto to my Pinnochio it's YOU who holds the strings pushes the buttons makes me lie like a rag doll devoid of all or makes me dance and come to life a master of your trade, you can hide the strings so no-one can see them and yet they are there always those invisible strings with which you play me lik your puppet... 9/3/00
Capicola You came to me in the deli case somewhere between the hard salami and capicola I saw you again in the asparagus and the artichoke so ripe to run my teeth over. I wanted to laugh and cry. 2/3/01
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