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Ever Lusting
Contributed by
franciswolf
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Saturday, 8th July 2006 @ 12:01:57 AM in AEST
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I was broke down on the side of the road
I had an engine running sour and a mighty-heavy load
I watched as the sun above me began to wither and corrode
And the trees seemed to fall with it
I ached, as my thumb grew bitterly sore
Not knowing why I held it up anymore
No car was ever going to open up that door
Or at least thats how it seemed
Then she came driving in a two-seated car
The exotic woman Id met at the bar
Id wondered how shed gotten so far
In this hot New England weather
Her high beams shot out through the night
They brightened my eyes and brought in the light
She was wearing sunglasses and it didnt seem right
You know it wasnt the time for that
And wed got hitched because she picked me up
It might seem kind of reckless but it wasnt corrupt
We drank from the same kind of exoteric cup
But I never thought that my conscience should be trusting
Collecting my idea,
That sad old fact that she was ever lusting
Billy told me Grandpa never gave him a chance
On numbering his reasons or stating his stance
That the old tool had never given him a glance
I guess its common for old tools to do so
And he broke the handle on my get-away car
As we winced to make out the northern star
Hed promised the cabin was a ways but not too far
As wed passed the cities boarder
But I could see it in his eyes this was all about her
How shed questioned him in what he promised sure
And how Id gotten suckered into the heist was an all around blur
I couldnt make out whom to blame there
He screamed about how she brought out the worst in his actions
Shed mimicked his grandfather in all her reactions
And that planning this gig was just set of distractions
Well you can imagine, Id rather heard the truth
So he confessed he hated love while we rolled into a ditch
And cursed her with his last breaths and his bodies last twitch
I made it out wise, wish Id have made it out rich
But I grabbed the jewels as he coughed curses out mustering
His greatest fear,
That sad old fact that she was ever lusting
You leave her with the house while you take a weekend cruise
Not figuring out the fortunes youre on your way to loose
Not picking up or addressing any of her clues
As you come home to meet the pool cleaner
And the man in his Calvin Klein designer suit
Wonders why the cleaners at his forbidden fruit
Hes got that pistol from the closet but he doesnt know where to shoot
At the wife, at the man, at the temple
That entire world seems to wind around his head
Of the promises entrusted in a ring and the words theyd both said
Whod known a weekend in Bermuda could have found a better path lead
Then a broken home with a shattered man and some cracking old lies
So simply falling down at the legs of his trophy wife
He looks at his palace and at his misconstrued life
So caught up in the drama he doesnt see the knife
That the pool man keeps in his pocket for just such a situation
And staggering around the home he knocks the pool table in two
The balls topple to the floor as he crunches right through
And blood stains the green material just purchased and new
At an auction house on the account of it, the table will be dusting
Due to that sad old fact that she was ever lusting
So we drive along and I leave my car behind a memory
Looking into the night I previously couldnt see
Watching a couple of guys in a one-door van hit a tree
Thinking no one needs to be in that kind of rush
And I see one get out and he waves us to stop
As hes clogged on the head by a nightstick from a cop
I could make him out to his last stagger and drop
I know police brutality when I see it
I fumble through the things evading my mistresss eyes
Find a newspaper and begin to read into current lies
Wife and Cleaner arrested, wealthy playboy dies
Sad story, must have been a hoax
Just then I stare at her and shes looking back at me
I wonder if its into my eyes cause pass her shades I cant see
But I best remain a ghost to her, because Id rather be free
I know even if she doesnt, love has a way of rusting
And in my brief time here Ive learned,
That sad old fact that she was ever lusting
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Re: Ever Lusting
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by emystar on
Saturday, 8th July 2006 @ 12:17:02 AM AEST
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Very interesting write.
great work.
huggs,
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Re: Ever Lusting
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by Keilantra on
Saturday, 8th July 2006 @ 10:05:18 AM AEST
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i usually dont like long story poem, but the trust is that this was very interesting and i enjoyed reading it. Good write, and well done.
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Re: Ever Lusting
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 13th July 2006 @ 12:25:01 AM AEST
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Embrace This word: PROSE.
Thats what this is. It is also a gift. Develop it. I think I may hyave found your area of expertise, so to speak. Your calling.
Instead of putting this onto stanzas, all you have to do is express like you would expres dialogue. Here goes.
I'd broken down on the side of the road with an engine running sour and a mighty heavy load. I watched the sun above wither and corrode, and the trees too seemed to fall after the fashion. My thumb had been held up for so long it ached and I couldn't remember the purpose of the action, so seemingly impossible was the chance of any doors opening.
etc, etc.
Prose. You've got a talent for prose. That's the format you need-an extended one. If you find it difficult cramming all your ideas into stanzas, or expressing them properly with a limited amount of words, but you still write poetically as opposed to plain dialogue, then chances are your good at prose.
You have a gift for prose. Develop it. It is your forte`.
you're welcome,
black.
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Re: Ever Lusting
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by franciswolf on
Thursday, 13th July 2006 @ 12:35:16 AM AEST
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I kind of see where you are coming from now. I get it. I'll work on that ability.
Thank you once again,
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