Life as an Extreme Sport

Eye of Eve

This to this: I am not Eve, slender and lithe, with straight bleached hair and blue eyes (or curled brown and streaked with red, chocolate pools for irises; natural redhead or fiery fake). I am not Eve, older tho not wiser, curving in all of the wrong places, too much in the right. My hair is not the right colour, my eyes framed by crows laughing lines; I paint myself into nothing. Lilith, the foil – bait to catch the jealous eye of Eve. In the end, equal returning alone to her cave. Still needs work.

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golden goose

I was a silly goose once When the wind swept thru my hair The grass lay at my feet And I ran for the sheer joy of movement and motion Silly is a word we associate With the young      and care free Whose laugh lines haven’t frozen From a river of tears Etching a path down the      glacial planes of      cheekbones, lips Bowed The goose given way To a crow and feet Carefree becomes careful Remanded with nothing more      than memory

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3am Sheets

More “from the random files of…” I don’t talk to the person this was written in mind of, anymore. Not really a surprise, either – some things, you just see coming. It’s 3am, just to bed, my feet wrapped in the sheets Staring at the pitch black above, my mind won’t quiet And I can’t sleep Thinking about you, me, him, her and us All the tangled webs we weave I wonder what it is you’d say to me If you weren’t so afraid to speak

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Wild Monsoon Waking

Sometimes, you hear lyrics but you hear them wrong… and end up liking your version better. it’s the rain that i hear falling dropping down my face like tears a wild monsoon waking it’s marching at the window crossed crowded boulevards my lonesome heart bleeds clear the fog rolls thru my doorway slowly pulls around me near the death tolls ring again darling where did it go when was it over why why hear me waiting a stranger so long becomes a ghost it’s what i fear the most the pain that i see coming the clouds roll thru; now my quiet vigil begins it’s the storm approaching that i feel darling where did it go when was it over why why hear me waiting

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