by Albert S Tukker
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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Tales of the Lady
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I placed a chair in the center of my mind,
Looked up into the eyes of the night,
Then down into the maze.
I remember now the reason for the sweet smoke,
I recognize the taste of euphoria.
I broke into my mind
Examining my life from the inside out,
Peering thru the blackness of thought,
I find empty shelves.
I pulled a chair to the rings of Saturn,
Sat with my head in my hands,
Anger for all the dreams.
I enveloped my senses and studied the emotions.
I escaped into the stars, into the clouds,
And I became lost in reality
The labyrinth, grey and foggy,
Echoes strings and whispers.
Shadows dance in darkness.
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|Reviewed by Dawn Mullan
|Nice imagery and message about looking over one's life. Just wonderful. Thank you, DL Mullan|
|Reviewed by Charles O'Connor III
|Very nice and its message is much for the weird tale seeker (such is myself). You have a knack for this and hope you will fall into it; ignoring the reality of people and modern 21st century stories, you have a talent for the purely odd, go for it and it shall always live.
Charles D. O'Connor III