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cookin the brain

from tdemp - Thursday, July 11, 2002
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this I wrote while burning through a 108 fever......hella sucked, but Im still alive. no thanks to god.

The craze of night, the terrors delight. That makes a man quiver in shame. If I knew a place that could cure all my pain, that’s where I’d spend the night. These voices here, so distinctly clear. Telling me to rise to the light. How come I can’t stand, my face in my hand. It’s slowly chanting my name.

Oh this sweet winters high, how I dare not sigh. When the last of the coals drift to resting. How can I be sad when my mind is not mad? Won’t be long till my permanent flight. From this perilous night of tossing and turning one way to the next, may I please hear my sorrow is resting.

I sit pensive trying to sleep. While my mind clouds my body with curses. Oh why cant I sleeplike a little lost sheep, oh why do I reel and wind. To put it to bed while my head is like lead and the throbbing grows endless and tiring.

I hope for your sake this is not a mistake or I might just go out to fly. To drift from it all, my parents appalled at the sight of this disfigured person. Like a thief in dark clothes, I remain indisposed while my brothers go traipsing in darkness. Why can’t I be sane like a cheap rubber chain. Oh I wish I could hand you my person. But ill put him to bed with a hole in his head. To steady his ranting and ravings.

Up away now I go with nothing to show but my poor boorish thoughts down on paper. If it makes no sense its because it was meant for a desperate depraved sort of person.

The meadow of dreams calls me to sleep where I drift on endless awakening.

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from Mika
Saturday, October 19, 2002 - 14:20

T, I liked your poem. Having lived with you in Japan, I remember what a hard time you had. I knew that you would leave, it was just a matter of when. When I read this, it brings me right back to the past, and I feel your pain.
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from JoeH
Thursday, September 26, 2002 - 13:35

that's brilliant! the rhythm's a bit jarring at times, but a like how the rhyme scheme keeps you guessing, not to mention the imagery and vocabulary you employed.
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From Elsie
Thursday, September 26, 2002, 15:44

Yes, that is quite pretty. Thanks Joe for bringing this piece to my attention by commenting on it. Quite enjoyed it, tdemp and would like to read more by you.(reply to this comment

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