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Date Posted: 15:14:05 03/15/04 Mon
Author: AGS
Author Host/IP: AC986CC3.ipt.aol.com / 172.152.108.195
Subject: To Linger

Allow me move,
and toss; gently
among these dominoes;

the falling as if
well flawed

like subtle masterpieces, they are
softly subjected to all

their hidden corruptive;
influences

and, achievement, often
easier than this

As expected
the spices; that woo
coo
curtsey

said problems; they are

that yearns, taints

as any lingering,
mystery; how miserable
they know they are

Set marks, and deep
scars; they
dwell so
hidden; of that sought:

tangle, every lying emotion:

as crafted sticks
that so neatly lies,

the stacks my life

and heights; shone
glories, of difficulties

frayed,
taught

and so the problem here,
as else where

Forces my strained allegiance
to delve, the quarry; of innermost thought

beg the removal

To delved passages; and inner reasoning�s

of bubbling, charming seas

where the self
taught, and what else -

drifts, as all emotions -

tangled, Recall,

that stays unexpected
as ingrown trees
always, do and
clouds my ways of
inmost travel

forces to portray
all lives to
you in symbols

to nourish; as fallen sky

It heaves, to declare de �

light as cried; any woven
stories, that light, pass;

their inmost flames

the spite;
of the fires, agony and
full of sky

my connection, found deep
asleep; they too wavering
any foundation; that�s left
as portals, windows, left open

They shine in; warm breaths
of confines

hearts, that simply shown
in some garment, like gown

Thine own
a gathering weary heart

with power of presence felt
to dwell, its clean sparkling harbors

and waters, bright
there felt

swish, as untangled blue, sorted rose
though; not, imagined

being, felt, not really desired
at all

this laden
a peak I dwell -

munch this plate of salted, crackers well

and bottle of mountain water,
grown in Hell

And stars as ground; do, must
find their own
level to clamor

that worship to you sown
this far; as gilded rafters -

a sea of Pine there
so close, to listen
stare; the brisling trees

now; may grow

the cheating and the lying

pebbles know
heard, as foreboding chatter
the ribs

of hell; well rowed

For any leaf of love
foretells, as she
sits counting, her flowers
necks and leaves

to sit weary; next to the hot stove
gather the smell of plumage

that is dwelling there,
amidst a lit cover; that talks in clamoring,

red dress she wears

Rises at sunrise,

to fetch, all her fruits
and vegetables

stilled inside, while
watersl thin, stares, glances:

me; till all thrusted, trusted
shown

Never my love, may love be
trusted; though she coo you
with her belches and cries

as mountain snow,
dangle here

Peals foretells yells
my own weariness; compliance
to ring those hung bells

of hells

and any my forbidden

the own blessed
the undoing, as soaring rain

She runs the gamut
with little,
refrain

as soft,
rains there too

crystallize clover
too much
never allowed for birth

runs withdrawn stems, that smile and curtsey
and songs sung too
so well rehearsed

well the locks bristle
thin sweeping gold
as velvet trestle; so bold
well woven, and never so hidden

Allow me plots and schemes
foremost, my wicked dreams

hatch, which of thought
tender desired

the white veils compound
a vacant minds, inebriation
as high walls the turtle doves flight
and clouds glowing, seeing

as mere dreaded
nest stalks

And secrets float
hold bewildered, any
motion, that which folded
its own serene blanket
holds, holds the key
to hanging locks

Though soft
the liberation, compounded
caresses, that build dress
the heart, spill

Like the dash
of the waterfall
first drop it rill

And sudden wide mouth of gravities
wait and shouted
for eager greatness
and a new Master Card
clutched
bottom of hand

surely I must credit myself

hush critics afar like doves that listen
other lands
holded hands
far as the token is molded

The wave of that satin that drifts
your eyes
lingers in cries
points to that which stolen

Near, so previously, it bleeds, for seen
as all conversation swallowed by others

so much

And sadness retold, that must
dwell far worse the tender lay
Of brick walls
with well dry
they running, why

As any full yearning
aches and drips

Soft, like salt that fine melted
top the clean pour us paper towel

Tenderness left, brewed instead
to walls that nay neglect her

she sits ripe
alone; rather
solitarily, grown
in this years weave of napkins

And plotted hatched marbles
Thrown at heaven

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Replies:

Re: To Linger -- ashley owen smith, 03:24:21 03/16/04 Tue
- Re: To Linger -- AGS, 21:19:29 03/16/04 Tue
Re: To Linger -- Raphaela, 13:32:55 03/19/04 Fri