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 Feb 2011 Marissa Wargo
julian
read this book they said-
read this book it's so wonderful-
read this book it will change your life-

That book I did read...

While I read the book late one dreary night
It had taken a hold of me with a serious bite
It held my hand in it's grip
Yet the pages I read did not rip
This book began to chew up toward my elbow
Sharp and quick like the deadly crossbow
Bending my arm causing ****** harm
I tried to toss it aside
Only thing was it ate faster up my pride
I could only think to myself...
They lied
Can it be this book that bites the hand that reads it will cause me to die?
 Feb 2011 Marissa Wargo
julian
the brand new baby shoes loose on the wire
electrical hot passionate desire
many a nights i sleep with visions
visions haunting yet pure
i want her to be next to me in the morning
her beautiful wings can never be clipped
passion to the highest levels can not match any amount of learning
as the spider weaves it's web beware not to be caught alone
always something with the mind or body to confound the lonely
always reaching for her whispers and never learning
the time piece has broken and the dream is lost
with happiness and a little white ship
i sail to the peaceful shore
capital judgments and aches and pains
leave me hanging the noose as the chain
so i give in to wisdom and purity
the road is full of traffic and obstacles
this land is ours today
so come with me let's dance and play
I've known you but a minute,
Though it seems to be forever.
You're an all important person,
Someone I'll remember.

Though time and ocean have seperated us,
The illusion of distance seems to much.
Yet I know well enough,
That soon I'll be able to feel your touch.

If distance was to great a feat,
I would give up, go home, stay away.
But I know better, only a matter of time.
And I sit here counting the days
 Jan 2011 Marissa Wargo
julian
we lived in the same house once-
he showed me how to break into my own room-
that's why i think he stole sixty bucks off me-
i guess it was a pre-installment-
a payment for a time somewhere down the line-
he swallowed his pride in order to swallow food that day-
yet he lied about his name-
i knew it-
i call him "the grifter"-
spring night crept in-
i hung out with him for most of the day-
i did not want to show him my sleeping spot-
i tried to make a break for it-
he followed-
in the end-
it was him that shared a sleeping spot-
we snaked ourselves into the transport-
quiet cozy i may say-
warm also-
i dreamed that he stole my last five bucks-
it was just a dream-
i don't think i have seen or talked to him since-
maybe i just walked the other way-
third part of the homeless series...all of which are based on my homeless experience...true story...
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I

Here’s the mould of a musical bird long passed from light,
Which over the earth before man came was winging;
There’s a contralto voice I heard last night,
That lodges with me still in its sweet singing.

   II

Such a dream is Time that the coo of this ancient bird
Has perished not, but is blent, or will be blending
Mid visionless wilds of space with the voice that I heard,
In the full-fuged song of the universe unending.
Pairs of sunken souls,
Living together to die alone?
Scores of bare bones,
Tied together to crack alone?

Surrounded by the walls of mystery
Yet living like an oblivious stone?


Agony of a lenghty battle,
Won together but tolerated alone?
The open wounds of a broken relationship,
Sustained together but heal alone?

Surrounded by the walls of mystery
Yet living like an oblivious stone?


Heaps of autumn leaves,
Wilt together but fall alone?
A Herd of innocent lambs,
Graze together but killed alone?

**Surrounded by the walls of mystery
Yet living like an oblivious stone?
He is nothing.

No more shall he be my beloved,

No more shall he control my actions.

Stop.

He is no longer my anything.

He shall now be only a regret,

In turn for a memory.

Let go.

He is nothing.

Days spent remembering,

Now were spent in vain.

For the memories have now gone,

In return for something sweet.

Regret turns to remorse,

then anger and hate.

Revenge I first see

In the eyes of this man.

He is nothing.

No more to me.

No more to any one.

He is nothing.

Nothing.

Him.
Written May 31st, 2009
"The sun is still up.
Why would you need a light now?"
"Wait 'til the sun sets...."
June 2009.  Accompanies this photograph.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennifergc/3621529742/

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