From: roach4994@gmail.com   
      
   On Saturday, May 15, 2021 at 7:00:20 PM UTC-7, Rachel wrote:   
   > On Saturday, May 15, 2021 at 6:50:46 PM UTC-7, Willie wrote:    
   > >    
   > > "neighbors endlessly stomp    
   > > and drag furniture    
   > > across a wooden floor"    
   > > It reminds me of the poetry and pain of LeoK.    
   > >    
   > > Don't know what you've been going through, dear Rachel, but it's sure nice   
   to have you back, and to see the fine lines you've been writing.   
   > i'm very sick. i'm not well. it's very hard.    
   >    
   > here's the version i tried to sculpt, i fixed it a bit (before you posted,   
   after my first mistaken multi-colored google essay):   
   > one-winged dove    
   >    
   > like being nailed to a dying tree    
   > trapped in my life    
   > of nothingness   
   > painful and insufferable, as a   
   > maddening    
   > deafening silence    
   >    
   > sirens scream, the ambulances    
   > and motorcycles roar,   
   > neighbors endlessly stomp, and drag   
   > furniture    
   > across a wooden floor    
   >    
   > the empty chambers    
   > of my mind   
   > draped with cobwebs, hanging    
   > on the rotted vine    
   > the trees are barren, the soil is cold   
   > could it be    
   > that i am growing old?    
   >    
   > no lover did come, no man come    
   > to save –   
   > i’ll wither away, unremarkably   
   > to my anonymous    
   > unmarked grave.    
   > no sons did i bear, no daughters    
   > to raise;    
   > no love to pass on, the end   
   > of my name.   
   > i don’t even want    
   > to rest    
   > in the earth    
   > i never found peace here,    
   > no refuge,   
   > no hearth.   
   > so burn me to ashes,    
   > and throw me away    
   > while gaia keeps churning,    
   > and turning    
   > each day    
   >    
   > a life truly wasted, a sorrowful soul    
   > no one would dare join me,    
   > come make me   
   > whole.   
   > did i dare cry too hard,   
   > did I suffer    
   > too much fright?   
   > did i bear the unbearable   
   > kingdom of the night?   
   > so laugh on, young children    
   > laugh lightly    
   > like the flowers    
   > and count not the heavy    
   > weight    
   > of the hours    
   > some can never forget    
   > some will never let go    
   > the promise was broken    
   > this womb will never glow    
   >    
   > we stand up strong, and say never again    
   > but to this fight most defeating,    
   > i’ll never lend my hand.    
   > just leave me alone,   
   > and please let me be,   
   > this is the judgment, the fated decree    
   >    
   > the heart has been shattered,    
   > a broken disease    
   > all romance is dead, their fires    
   > did freeze.    
   > no passion, no dreams,    
   > no hopes    
   > will i sing,    
   > they shot this bird down,   
   > this bird on the wing.    
   >    
   > j.   
      
   oh well, i took it from my computer, google is being funny, with the colors. i   
   wanted it to be all in black. :-///   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)