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[ Mind Warp - Volume #4, Issue #02, File #057 ]
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[ "Poems for Alyson" by Dark Horse ]
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Poems for Alyson
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[Dark Horse]
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Midnight Blues
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4th chorus(?)
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alone
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tired
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aimless
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but somehow happy
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the beach looms
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like a sunrise
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dead ahead
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monday night
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i will lay my head on the sand
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in alyson:
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not a girlfriend
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not yet a friend
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but at least an outlet
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with substance
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not like you:
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the anonymous reader
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in my mind's I:
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a calm
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peacefull knowing
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that things will happen
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someday
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in burroughs:
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a teacher
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a direction for life
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knowledge, free from
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the 13 channels of shit
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on the TV to choose from
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to choose from
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to choose from
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knowing
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i cant end in allusion
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and that the show is over
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i look forward
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to sand between my toes
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-dark horse 7/17/94
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[ Editors Note : When Dark Horse submitted this, he also included a short
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description of *why* he wrote these. It follows, in uncut format. }
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that's something from last summer. I've been searching my HD for something I
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wrote on another bbs and I'm pretty sure I logged, but I can't find it. I've
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been finding all this stuff I just wrote and stuck away (I'll keep looking
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too.) I have another poem that I wrote to the alyson in the 3rd stanza of
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this poem. we corresponded for a while thorugh e-mail, she was in a torrid
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love affair, it sounded intense and true (as in true forever love that is) and
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one day as the situation got more and more intense (her b-friend running away
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from home, them talking about just running away together, .....)she stopped
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writing.
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i guess she did finally run away with him or something. who knows, anyway
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it's a great thing to wonder about. anyway, I might as well get on to than
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next poem. if this works, here it is:
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Improv poetry on a dirty sunday night -- fall '94
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Open those wings and fly through my mind
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with you inbetween them
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You
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a traveler
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and I am but another wasted land
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a desert of a million thoughts
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dry and dusty as saharan sand
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but pick up a grain of thought
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after you land your satin feet in my head and fold your velvet wings to your
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side
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That grain, up close, is a little yellow diamond.
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worthless but beautifull
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and nothing compared to the rest.
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You sit and stare awhile
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at the sand
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remembering days at the beach with sand between your toes and love
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in your eyes.
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I may never see your eyes
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or touch your soft brown hair
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or hold your hand
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but I know you better now
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and forever
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than all those who see you in the halls
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and most who have brushed your soft brown hair
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and some who hold your hand.
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So fly on,
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through a million minds and a million wasted lands
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but always remember
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you have my sand between your toes
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----
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and I guess to finish the story she did fly on, and I'll run into her
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sometime and we'll both be shocked and talk for hours and she'll introduce
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me too her true love of twenty years whom she ran away with. or something.
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but there are two poems. I may write more tonight. who knows.
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-dark.horse
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