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Subject: The Red Ball Rising

Author: andy (Chosen by Janel)

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 20:09:39 01/20/08 Sun The Red Ball Rising I penned nostalgia on the walls of my denial in the guts of grit truth is a valiant statue staring at my past in a transient trance flashes of faces with forgotten names Jill, on her way to Jerusalem, in search of a king Daniel, (believing he wrote the song for Elton) singing across the room hand signs of a plane taking off beyond the boundaries of our fear we find the moments when we danced times we took the chances then roared into a day the snapshots of a life running through a thankful mind Time never leaves us we just move on! I am fishing for the moments when the sun was red filtering through the pain until I see great light You cannot stear your mind away from darkness It takes its own hold, in its own time though, you can always keep on moving towards the light I see it there shining, some big ball in a purple sky driving home from Montpelier through green mountains listening to my cousin John on the PBS radio he's gone now too, sitting in some West Wing in the sky we are all actors in a sense, spinning in some whirlwind bouncing off our own defense, chuckling to ourselves about the things no one else would every understand the world is a communal graveyard there are more of us dead than alive ride the A train into a treasured moment later you can look back and pen nostalgia before you walk into a red sun and say goodbye in the dust of our days when the final whistle blows we all leave our worth small fragments of our days that in fact did change the world Further on, these children of mine they will understand the wisdom of aging they will cling to their own memories before their children chase the sun Once there was dinosaurs we house their bones in museums now the late, great, gigantic predators In the end all the story really tell us is the mind is a powerful thing. ajs . [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]