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Hunting Season

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thump-thump.

        thump-thump.

                thump-thump.

                       thump-thump.



hooves beating on the hard packed earth



heart rushing,



gushing,



running from,



it's life's last heart beat.



a crack of fire and lightning and thunder, all at once,



from the two legged,







beast.





one last,



free leap,













before life's fire,



goes cold,



and the ashy embrace,

                            of death,



grips your heart.



never to enjoy life's beauty again,



atleast,



not in the same way.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this is about a stag running through the woods, running for his life,and some of the elements of his world are told in the way he sees them.

first version written on 5/18/2004

final version written on 5/19/2004

posted on 5/19/2004

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Baseball Symphony

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tink.

        crack.

                thump.

                                     you're out!

                           yay!

            whoosh



gasp.

                                  cheer.



          crumple



                                           vroom.



                      snore.



                                        peanuts!

                            

dad!



                  we're over here!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I'd like to make one comment. some of the sounds you're hearing in this poem are thoughts.

written on 5/18/2004
posted on 5/19/2004

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Cradle Rat

Baby Romance faced a dumpster delivery

but sometimes crying and kicking and screaming

is just so much NOISE as to wake the Neighbors

and to frighten off the dirty Deathrats

who force their tails down your throat

only for the slow seepage of paint from your pores

and the backdoor walls to fade from grey

to nightest black of nights

spent with a spoon and a handfull of boiling blood

to fling at the hapless anonymous

bearing the unwitting world's tattoo on her face

and the lips that might maybe kiss yours

except they're stiched and dry more often than not

and you fear all your teeth fell out inside

it having been so long since you've chewed much of anything

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Uh-huh.

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The sound, the feel, the taste , the smell. The Co2 can giving you hell.



The crouching, the sliding, the running like hell, the semi wound pouding with the beat of your heart.



The breathing, the thinking, the pondering about, the leaves, the grass, cruching to shout



The tripping, the hitting, the running into things, the movement used to stop the blasphemy of sins



You're stealth like, you're dreamlike, you win most of the time, You prey apon me as I prey apon mine



I can't see you, I can hear you, you're all around me, as  I'm moving . I can't run, I can't hide, you're my dream man in disguise.. shooting me down, with those lovely eyes



I did see you, I did hear you, you were right in front of me, I was steady, I ran, and I didn't hide. You are my dream man, shooting me with your disguise



I was shot, as I shot, and I didn't move fast enough. I thought I had you but it wasn't enough. You're dreamlike, you're stealth like, and you'll always win. If it's by my  heart, you'll definitly win.



After that was that, and the game was over, you won my heart, the thousandth time over.



I love you

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I love you chris

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SHOE COMMERCIAL 3

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                I hear nothing.

                I see everything.

                I see the other players.

                I run up the court with the ball.

                I look for an opening.

                I find one.

                I move in with the ball.

                I jump up in the air with the ball.

                I slam dunk the ball.

                I land.

                I hear everything.

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               I hear nothing.

               I see everything.

               I see the other players.

               I run up the court with the ball.

               I look for an opening.

               I find one.

               I shoot.

               It goes in.

               I win the game.

               I succeed.

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          I hear nothing.

          I see everything.

          I see the other players.

    I run up the court with the ball, looking for an opening.

    I keep looking.

    I find one.

    I shoot.

    I miss.

    I will succeed next time.      

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Minor Concusion

One damp night,

hands shaking,

stomach uneasy,

waiting for the referee to blow the whistle,

all warmed up,

ready to play,

wont let a ball go passed these hands,

ready position,

ball is coming towards me,

caught,

seconds later, punted out,

people cheering,

and to think,

that was only the 1st save of the game.

after about a dozen,

adrenilene kicking in,

hyper as ever,

but this maybe my last save of the night,

a person coming at me,

heart pumping,

ready as ever,

i get the ball,

everyone cheers,

but all of a sudden,

i get the hardest hit,

to my head,

that momment,

i was numb...couldnt feel anything,

or see anything,

my head felt like a sweeled up boulder,

everything was black,

then i open my eyed,

suddenly i felt the hundred tears that are on my face,

and before you know it,

i got up and played again,

with a minor concusion,

we ended up tiring that game,

but that night, i will never forget..

...ever.

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Hard Dose

Cold hard dose of reality,

Blew out my knee,

Shadow of the man that I used 2 b,

All I ever had was the game,

And now all I've got left is shame,

Lost and i'm 2 blame,

They used 2 scream my name,

I'm a let down,

I was once the talk of the town,

I was famous, I was known,

And now i'm left all alone,

Took one 2 many things 4 granted,

I regret all those times that I raved and ranted,

I had money once upon a time,

Now I have 2 beg for every lousy dime,

I was eligable, now i'm undeclared,

Everybody starred,

Most of them glared,

Struck me out,

I don't doubt,

I deserve everything I get,

I'm sick of this shit,

That not the kind of man I want 2 b,

Nothing comes 4 free,

Pay the price, it's a heavy fee,

Maybe I might start 2 c,

I don't know what it's gonna b,

All I know is I need 2 try,

I wanna smile just b4 I die...


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