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Keith W Fletcher Dec 2015
I know that someday
The walls that surround you
Will come tumbling down
      All around you
And you can be certain
That's when the curtain
Will rise up on the first act
The debut of a new play
That you've been rehearsing
One that noone has ever seen
     The actors are ready
    To see how steady
They can be-as they deliver
The performance of a future
    That's taken forever
    To get it all together
The scenery is authentic
The writing is so insightful
That it creates a delightful
Illusion of an intrusion
Into the personal lives
Of the actors themselves
As they pour out the words
That they had to memorize
Then they look with surprise
As they recognize -the disguise
That's been shielding
The very unwielding plot
That has come to the surface
Where it is now- gasping for air
           And aware
Of the mortality of any reality
That has been set loose
And exposed to the light
    Held up....as an example
Of just what can happen
When you sample the emulsion
    That you been trippin on
    Along with the beast
That's been secretly hiding
And has now been caught
     Along with the plot

Constantly in perpetual emotion
   Going around and around
Like a pinwheel-that's being
Held out the window- Of a car
On a highway-going somewhere
             In despair
Knowing that my way is taking me
In the opposite direction
As a means of protection
And having no need
    Of any type of correction
    BECAUSE..... the
Curtain has fallen down
     To surround....you
Like the walls that you built
That you once let crumble
Before the guilt that you felt
Reassembled all the pain
That has now been built
All the way around you...so
Close down the play
Send the actors away
The reversal cancelled
Any need of rehearsal.... So...
LET THE DARKNESS TAKE OVER THE NIGHT
LET THE DARKNESS TAKE OVER THE NIGHT
    Turn out the lights and close the doors
Knowing that somethings not right
About the way that you say
No emergency assistance is necessary
Once the curtain falls
And you make your way back
Back back Back back behind
Behind behind Behind
Behind your walls
oh, detracted, exalted train on unconscious tracks!
how can one so unwielding, so unyielding, so ******* unrevealing
dare blemish purity of the sacred?
unattainable ideal that the actualized only dream of explaining!
how dare you!
Written in 2007
Melody Martin Aug 2017
I love not gently,
subtle my heart is not.
Aggressive
Unwielding
a force,
but not a storm.
[it does not pass]
Spring, declining to wither,
as winter settles in our bones.
Vintage in nature,
but too fragile to be traded
between hearts & possibility.
Keith W Fletcher Dec 2015
When Rance drops Macy off back in town he asks Rance to come out that evening to a birthday party his band is playing." come on man. You know everyone and its Beckys party so you need to get out." when Rance arrives at the house he sees dozens of cars and lots of people he hasn't seen for awhile. Then he finds out its actually his going away party. ........NEXT MORNING....
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    As for how my going away party went. It was a good one as far as I remember ;   (never having had one before) anyway,everyone said it was.
    There is a tendency to think that you don't matter. That your life is just that; your life, but  then a wake- up call comes ringing, bringing life back into  the limp sails , the floundering vessel that is you.
   Rejuvenation is a very miraculous thing because it takes total exhaustion as a precursor to its acceptance. Unfortunately for those who do not receive the breath of life ,the hearty breeze ,the resuscitation- death is so often the results.   This is why depression and death so often walk together; hand in hand, across the lonely ,forlorn desert of humanity, as  if--somehow -- the afflicted were walking through a parallel universe , unable to interact with the entities that surrounds them. Ghosts and illusions are all they see ;for alone is alone , a choice not chosen but one forced upon --the unwilling, the unwielding-- the sacricial cannibal ; unwittingly eating themselves up until nothing is left unconsumed but the memory of someone that --they thought --they used to be.
   In a way ; that was almost who I had become, before I ---almost by accident --came to my own going away party.

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