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Post by themirrorthief on May 13, 2017 13:31:44 GMT -5
that was a fun movie...not sure if I can write a poem about it..hmmmmm, I do have about three or four stories in the oven...even a Conan!!!! maybe anyhow, been pretty lazy lately....I have a hard life fer real and that doesnt help. my love life may be taking an uptic tho, that always helps...a lot
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Post by themirrorthief on May 13, 2017 13:38:35 GMT -5
We enjoyed watching French movies together. That is one of the things I will always remember most about her. She was so nice and easy to talk to and pretty too. I never would have dreamed she would try to kill me but she did.
I let her stay with me lots of times. We even had sex three times that I can remember for sure. It was great sex too. She said so and I swear she wasn't lying unless she was a great actress. We met one day on the street. I was walking along and decided to take a little break on the steps of an abandoned store. It had once been a toy store and my mother had taken me inside a couple of times. Once she bought me a little toy video recorder there. I still had some of the old movies I made somewhere beneath my huge pile of junk.
She sat down and asked for a cigarette. I gave her one and she fired it up. She seemed to want to talk so I asked her where she was going.
"Nowhere, just nowhere, I walk around in a haze."
"That's odd, but I do the same most of the time...like today." I replied and tried to smile because she was rather young and attractive and I was almost thirty eight. I didn't get a lot of attention from the young girls anymore.
"The weather is always so nice here," she mused. "Even when its cold, it seems pretty bearable to go outside."
"Yes, I need to get out more, staying inside is boring and makes you depressed," I lit another cigarette.
"I'm always depressed you know. I can't seem to figure out what life is all about most of the time. Its hard when its like that you know, always wondering about what life will bring tomorrow. I just have no input, no power to make changes."
She talked on in that fashion. It was not usual to find a younger person waxing in such a melancholy manner. I was curious. Her hair was dark and she wore a gray beret. Her shirt was black and she wore a gray skirt.
She had full lips and big eyes and I wanted to stare at her face. I did it too, just pretending to be hanging on her every word.
"You are kind of quiet arent you," she asked.
"Oh, not really, I was just enjoying the way you talked, you have a bit of a nice accent."
"Yes, I come from way down south, although I have been to lots of places. I guess you could say I have gypsy blood." She laughed and I was charmed, it was a little girl giggle kind of thing. I wondered if a person could fall in love at the speed of light. I'm sure you could, bad things happen quickly. It seemed reasonable that good things can happen quickly too. It also made sense that falling in love with someone fifteen years younger could have its flaws. I decided to stop wondering and just stay in the moment. It was a nice day with lots of sunshine and the birds were singing away in the trees. Very nice.
Thats how it started. She was a student and she started visiting me from time to time. I cooked for her and took her out to nice places.
I didn't have a lot of money but she didn't visit that often although I wished she would. She started to stay the night and I let her have the bed. Eventually we slept together but it was a long time before we made love. Then it happened, she just took me in her arms and kissed me. That was the beginning of the more physical part of our friendship. Later she cried about it. She said she could hate a lot easier than she could love and I had better not touch her unless she was "in the mood."
Then one day I was writing a letter to my daughter and heard a noise. I turned around and she stood there with a little gun in her hand. She didn't say a word but I recall a loud noise and someting knocked me back. I came to in a hospital. The doctors said I was lucky to be alive. I told the police what had happened but I gave them a different name. I said it was a girl called Lisa, not Elise. I said she was a hooker I had picked up.
I lost my eye and they fixed me up with a fake one. Other than that I have no lasting effects from the shooting. Naturally I was traumatized emotionally for a long time and didn't go back to work until my savings were nearly gone. It was a tough time, no questions about it.
I didn't expect to see her again and was terrified of what might happen if I ever did. Then one day I was called down to the local jail to serve as an interpreter for a French girl who couldn't speak English. To my utter amazement the girl turned out to be Lisa. She just looked at me emotionless. She had been arrested for selling heroin. She was also a user.
I translated for her and her lawyer. When the lawyer went to the bathroom Lisa reached over and lightly touched my hand. "I'm sorry for what I did to you. I wanted to kill you because I was falling in love and it scared the hell out of me. I am so happy you are alive and well." I didnt believe her but it was a pretty lie all the same. I managed a very weak smile and trembled inside.
I didn't say anything but I started sweating and my ears began ringing slightly. I could barely speak when the lawyer returned. He looked at me with an odd expression on his face. "Im a little under the weather with a cold but I think I will be Ok." I said. I didn't know what to think about Lisa. She looked so damned cute, paler than unusual and seeming so tired. She smoked a ciagarette and nodded when the lawyer asked her questions. I continued to translate although I knew she could speak perfect English. It turned out that she was French though. The lawyer had papers that proved it.
I left the jail with my mind doing flips. What a strange experience I had just had. I couldn't compare it to anything I could remember...ever.
About a year later I saw her again at a play i was attending. She had a young handsome fellow with her. We almost ran headlong into each other, Lisa and I.
She looked into my eye and smiled beautifully. Her escort turned away to speak to someone and she gave me a little hug. She kissed her finger and placed it against my lips and then she was away were her fellow. I never saw her again but I saw her picture in the paper a few months later. She had been hit by a car and killed as she walked alone down the highway. I cried for half an hour. She was beautiful and mysterious. Sometimes I go to the old toy store and sit on the steps and smoke. Sometimes I get drunk there. I can almost see her sitting beside me and giving me that wonderful feeling that is more addictive than any drug could ever be.
french movies
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Post by buxom9sorceress on May 14, 2017 5:27:51 GMT -5
We enjoyed watching French movies together. That is one of the things I will always remember most about her. She was so nice and easy to talk to and pretty too. I never would have dreamed she would try to kill me but she did. .... Poignant and moving. Good one, thanks.  |
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Post by buxom9sorceress on May 14, 2017 5:37:28 GMT -5
that was a fun movie...not sure if I can write a poem about it..hmmmmm, I do have about three or four stories in the oven...even a Conan!!!! maybe anyhow, been pretty lazy lately....I have a hard life fer real and that doesnt help. my love life may be taking an uptic tho, that always helps...a lot Good. Drag your 'conan tale' up to the top of your pit, put your polished broadsword to its thick corded neck... and finish it off. Please? Good luck with all your projects, life-tasks, and tricky conquests.  |
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Post by themirrorthief on May 14, 2017 10:04:41 GMT -5
thanks, sometimes I feel really lucky and other times I feel like the entire planet likes to pee on me...sob
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Post by themirrorthief on Jun 4, 2017 17:24:20 GMT -5
I suspect that perhaps
there is no such thing
as truth
there is only God
without God
there is nothingness
nothing exists
For God is everything
God is you, me, all you see,
all you hear, all you feel,
think, believe, and dream
The simple fact you exist
proves there is a God
your life is God
so live it well
and use it to honor God
but try hard to remember
that God is everything
meaning
God is also
Human
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Post by themirrorthief on Jun 4, 2017 17:25:17 GMT -5
that was a fun movie...not sure if I can write a poem about it..hmmmmm, I do have about three or four stories in the oven...even a Conan!!!! maybe anyhow, been pretty lazy lately....I have a hard life fer real and that doesnt help. my love life may be taking an uptic tho, that always helps...a lot Good. Drag your 'conan tale' up to the top of your pit, put your polished broadsword to its thick corded neck... and finish it off. Please? Good luck with all your projects, life-tasks, and tricky conquests. the Conan tale will definitely become reality very soon |
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Post by buxom9sorceress on Jun 4, 2017 18:08:38 GMT -5
Drag your 'conan tale' up to the top of your pit, Please? the Conan tale will definitely become reality very soon the excited busty sorceress runs up to her tower top and shouts "Yippee! " out across the dark forested mountains. The brooding big wolves glance up nervously. A cimmerian Raven crapps white mess onto her forehead and a spying Were-Hyena can't help giggling and giving away his hidden position. After a brief flash of focussed Lightning power, she wipes the mess off her frowning head. her index finger end is gently smoking and glowing less blue. a frazzled raven falls dead at her pretty feet. She casually grabs a wickedly barbed long lance, slowly spreads semi-transparent crimson bat-like wings, and takes off like a naked graceful eagle. As she silently glides down above the forest her face scowls as she concentrates her hearing to home in on the still quietly chuckling Hyena enemy. |
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Post by themirrorthief on Jun 4, 2017 18:15:08 GMT -5
wow...I am speechless!!!!
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Post by themirrorthief on Jun 4, 2017 18:16:27 GMT -5
give me a few days, I want to get as right as >>>>>I meaning me<<<<<<< possibly can
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Post by themirrorthief on Jun 4, 2017 18:17:57 GMT -5
the Hyena enemy is a pain in my azz too...go figure!!!
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Post by buxom9sorceress on Jun 4, 2017 19:09:43 GMT -5
wow...I am speechless!!!! Hey thanks very much. You know us lonely tower dwelling women: some of us tend to get a bit over excitable? -- i still cant find that darned were hyena: wonder if he has changed back into a woodsman in a coolie hat, singing a mad song about lumberjacks ? |
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Post by themirrorthief on Jun 5, 2017 7:35:22 GMT -5
wow...I am speechless!!!! Hey thanks very much. You know us lonely tower dwelling women: some of us tend to get a bit over excitable? -- i still cant find that darned were hyena: wonder if he has changed back into a woodsman in a coolie hat, singing a mad song about lumberjacks ? ah, everybody wears a coolie hat nowadays... |
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Post by themirrorthief on Jul 2, 2017 12:20:43 GMT -5
I spend my life
in sun and rain
bright warm days
and dark wet evenings
all is well
and might as well be
mornings come soon
and evenings pass slowly
very slowly
with thoughts that drift
and soulful yearnings
sometimes with pain
sometimes with burning
and still they come
they brighten
then drain
they probe deep
and leave with dreams
strangers I meet
strangers being myself
I should hold them dear
but they dance away
into shadows
and prick
at my heart
which has known joy
and sadness
depression
and expectation
the sun bathes me
the rain guides
my soul and brain
to somewhere else
there to await
the night and
dreams
dreams that are long
but end in light
and the glory
of the sun
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Post by themirrorthief on Jul 2, 2017 12:29:13 GMT -5
Conan slashed at me
with his broad heavy sword
he wasn't really mad
just very drunk
and bored
I made him feel more sound
when I bought another round
He gulped it like
a champ
then smacked me with a clap
he treats his drinking pals
liked turds
but its best to not cross
words
He can get pretty ornery
to many weapons adorn he
I should find another
drinking pal
one not so mean, scarred
and scowling
but he always
gets the girls
and tells the best
jokes
in the hyborian
world
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