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as I strode the way head hung,
side streets riddled with potholes
railroad tracks and the like...

Deep in the heart
of the industrial park
I'd memories of time spent
alone and unified,
9 to 3 on weekend nights...

We made love just there,
laughing and rolling
under cover, electric.
The moon was high
and we promised each other
love and good times forever
passionate, intense.

I sunk further as I swam in the dark
in the memory of you

The night alive,
it's breath fresh and warm
moaning softly
with distant rumbles
of wound out Harleys,
1 then 2...
sirens softly fading,
remebering how we sat talking
finishing each others sentences
and I wonder why
it ever had to end.

[comments] => 6 [counter] => 195 [topic] => 7 [informant] => Man_On_High [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )

Coping

Contributed by Man_On_High on Sunday, 8th May 2005 @ 07:58:25 PM in AEST
Topic: HumorPoetry

The sign read: Parkway Diesel
as I strode the way head hung,
side streets riddled with potholes
railroad tracks and the like...

Deep in the heart
of the industrial park
I'd memories of time spent
alone and unified,
9 to 3 on weekend nights...

We made love just there,
laughing and rolling
under cover, electric.
The moon was high
and we promised each other
love and good times forever
passionate, intense.

I sunk further as I swam in the dark
in the memory of you

The night alive,
it's breath fresh and warm
moaning softly
with distant rumbles
of wound out Harleys,
1 then 2...
sirens softly fading,
remebering how we sat talking
finishing each others sentences
and I wonder why
it ever had to end.

Copyright © Man_On_High ... [ 2005-05-08 19:58:25]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Coping (User Rating: 1 )
by Man_On_High on Sunday, 8th May 2005 @ 08:00:18 PM AEST
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not in the way of humor all...
my mistake...its a goodbye really..

Re: Coping (User Rating: 1 )
by xxbreathlessx on Sunday, 8th May 2005 @ 08:03:04 PM AEST
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i think this is very well written. you describe the relationship with passion. a job well done. i love,love,love the lines:

"I sunk further as I swam in the dark
in the memory of you"

Re: Coping (User Rating: 1 )
by sprinter27 on Sunday, 8th May 2005 @ 08:17:24 PM AEST
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yeah... goodbye is more like it. sorry it had to end. but powerful writing. good job!

~sprints

Re: Coping (User Rating: 1 )
by mina-1 on Sunday, 8th May 2005 @ 11:54:58 PM AEST
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A sad heart touching write. It's so sad it had to end. Otherwise a great poem. Thanks for sharing it.
*hugs*
~sue~

Re: Coping (User Rating: 1 )
by wizard on Saturday, 13th May 2006 @ 06:53:45 PM AEST
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another great one bro...you always impress with your inner thoughts...quite differ is this...to be not to say.

Re: Coping (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 27th August 2006 @ 11:35:48 AM AEST
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Sweetest~ I am awash in emotion from this. Firstly, for your pain [that I know
is akin to my own] and secondly, for the exacting memories that flood my
own heart and soul.

I am shredded ~ so sobering these words. Your talent betrays your
own tortured soul as it begs the opinion that sad you need not be, for
look at what you have layed down. Look at what the very birth of your
sadness has created.. [the cost of genius.] Though, I feel, we should
remember, endings (though sad), mean also, beginnings. As humans,
each path; every single step we have bore on life's road, has led us
to our fulfillment. (be it present or future ..)

And isn't that the point? : )

with enormous affection,

~Breezy
♥

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