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| Johnsons Woods©
Posted: 3/21/2008 6:37:35 AM | And that’s the way it’s always been,
An’ I guess will always be
But that don’t mean those things are right
They could be contrary
So if you go to Johnson’s Woods
An’ start “stirrin’ up this stew”,
There’s some things you need to know
An’ I’m remindin’ you:
That Billy Ray Thompson boy
You know he’s out there yet
You goin’ out to find him
Might be somethin’ you’ll regret
You can talk about those eerie screams
An’ what their source might be
But, if I was you, I’d turn blue
‘Fore I’d go out to see.
Marv LaMesa you recall
Showed them bleached-white bones
An’ said they was all ‘twas left
Of our Reverend Jones
An’ don’t forget that knife they found
Out near Willow Creek
Of such decadence, decent
Folks won’t speak
Just last night ‘round my house
Was tracks so deep and wide
Three-toed tracks with claws
Hell …I went back inside
Now you can go on lookin’
I won’t stop your search
But I’m goin’ to the creek
An’ fish me up some perch.
I don’t think that you should go
Into Johnson’s Woods
I’m thinkin’ what is in there
Just couldn’t be too good.
Yep, you can have adventure
An’ your opinions too,
But if you don’t come out of there
I’ll not look for you.
And that’s the way it’s always been,
An’ I guess will always be
But that don’t mean those things are right.
Johnson’s Woods? … they ain’t for me! | |
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| Johnsons Woods©
Posted: 3/31/2008 9:26:35 PM | ...soo another thread I was on got me diggin through old stuff...despite the angry nature of this poem (written long ago) I'm not an angry WOMAN....hesitant-yes....distant-yes....but angry-naaa...to everything there is a season..
It takes only one sweep
of your glance across my breasts
To open the wounds that weren't yet healedenough to take the stitches out..
I'm trying my best..
It takes approximately:
-2 "hey baby"s
-1 ass-grab
-3 instances of being talked down upon
- and one instance of the man who comes in 10 times during my 8 hour shifts to by cigarettes he doesn't even need, just so he can watch my ass bounce when I turn around to get them
Before I feel what I once though was my womanly, graceful
Beau
Ti
Ful body
Is actually nothing but an invitation to
Booty
Tits and
F*cking to the man.
I can't forget to mention the man who swears he could "raise me right"
How do you raise your own daughter, sir?
We're the same age......
I seen you at the PTA meeting the other night.
Would that statement be so amusing
if I play it for your wife and kids...
would you have ANYONE to raise
if they knew what you did?
And, by the way
the beautiful works of of art
that you so refer to as "birthing hips"
Are connected legs that are connected to feet
Wearing boots with steel tips......
That I would love to stomp into your face and kick into the side of your jaw
and a knee that I would love to ram into your nuts until you turn blue in the face
and until you puke until you can't puke anymore....
That's what I did the night that one of you sorry excuses for humans took your lusts and aggressions way too far:
I puked until I couldn't puke anymore
and I hurt until............... | |
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| Johnsons Woods©
Posted: 3/31/2008 9:47:59 PM | and I hurt until.......
Sleepless nights consume my being
Dusk sears my mind as a blank page
Searing merchants painted replicas of past
Create thine the serpent venim unclothed
Darkness hold Me,Hold Me
Pain carress this my touch
Darkness carress this My touch
Depth devour in quarry deep
Sunlight fade,Stars sleep within clouds
and I hurt until......
Darkness held close
My shadow | |
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 579 | |
| Johnsons Woods©
Posted: 3/31/2008 9:54:10 PM | Is it not in fury , we cause pain?
Like midnites madness
with little disdain?
Let it be...
Hold others before you!
Wonder what is real
then , think it over
Try ...again.
Only hurt can bring the rain
what you reek inside
brings pain!
Let it be a ...better song
Ring the Bell...
Don't be so wrong. | |
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| Johnsons Woods©
Posted: 4/2/2008 9:11:22 PM | | I don't know about the rest of you, but I am continually impressed by the writing skills of those who post here ... just magnificent works ... some are insightful, others of misty vagueness, and still others are so humorous. I thank you all for makin' my reading that much more enjoyable ... PC4U | |
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 581 | |
| Dark Side
Posted: 4/11/2008 3:40:58 AM | I listen to the glisten
of the richness of that voice
wits sharpen as I harken
as if emptiness has choice
devilment brings fulfillment
that echoes in my mind
humanities propensities
now left far behind
I linger as the finger
once pointed to the sky
in a moment of atonement
shrivels now...... to die
in the flashing and the gnashing
of white below full moon
gorgeous red so quickly spread
you cannot call this doom
this because.... ubiquitous
you always will be there
in full measure shall I treasure
your strand of bloodied hair
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| Cry To Sleep
Posted: 5/20/2008 3:32:36 PM | betterof2evils85-
I realize now that this is an old poem but I read it today and felt compelled to tell you that your heartfelt poem entitiled "Cry to Sleep" moved me profoundly.
It spoke to me.. the love lost and break up was so hard for me that I thought my heart would beat slower and slower and then stop.
I felt so lost and helpless to not be able to "fix" before breaking up.. that I cried myself to sleep many nights afterward and sometimes even today when I look back .. I tear up.
I am now in a loving relationship with my girlfriend and looking happily towards the future together.
We are so much better suited and my heart now sings''.
It took time for me to heal though.. to do the work of admitting my part in the dysfunction of the split and from there I knew it was out of lonlieness we hung as we are so very different and values not the same.
I am in love and she is the very air I breathe..."
Thank you for your poem and please... keep writing.
dykestergal | |
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| Your Dreams©
Posted: 7/24/2008 12:17:48 PM | In the Dark of Night, when all is still
And heat’s humidity is the swill
That adds odors to the musty smell
Of black dankness in the Moors of Hell
No winds nor any wisp of air
Disturbs the evil lurking there
And within the sewer of the moat
Rotted things do stir and float
From dead trees does Evil ooze
And mists from it arise in hues
Of sickly yellow and putrid green
The promised pain completes the scene
There are You, invited in
To recommence the trek again
To run the gauntlet of life past
Where sharp, stinging things are cast
By a mind that never lets them go,
Those horrid things that haunt you so
And that’s the way it will always be:
Your dreams from now through eternity. | |
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| Mortuary Kissed
Posted: 7/24/2008 2:37:17 PM | a snake senses his queen
liquid poison in tainted dreams
coils wrapped tight
suffocating the night
as the venom drips
death lives in bliss
eyes mesmerize
with rancid lies
beware of its numbed hiss
Mortuary Kisssssssssssed | |
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| Mortuary Kissed
Posted: 7/25/2008 3:45:35 PM | | how is it I am just now discovering this wicked thread... i must return when i have more energy and time. mesmerizing writes throughout here yall. | |
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