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Fist Full of Peanuts

Contributed by jyssvw22 on Monday, 3rd October 2005 @ 03:46:56 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

Oh, how has the heat been wasted
On days spent like these, incarcerated
Spent indoors, locked up, popped in,
Knuckle crackin’, fist full of peanuts,
Lips dry, chapin’, a breeze pushes in
Swirling winds, make ghostly songs
Flys buzzin’ around my eyes,
Chair is loungin’, feet up in the sky

The voices have not even begun to scratch the surface

Who remembers days of obnoxious
Rude people push their way to the front
There is nothing to see but the body bagged
The medical examiner has zipped him up
Placed the cold remains in the steel trunk
Into the freezer where his flesh
Finally feels the love

When has the brain been bruised
The mind gone completely numb
Can’t picture the leaves on the trees
Shifting color in the brisk autumn
The crooked highway
Straightened with congestion
For me
Exhaust fume inhalation
Such a desperate situation
To see the leaves just one last time
Just for my own recollection

One last time

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Copyright Â© jyssvw22 ... [ 2005-10-03 15:46:56]
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Re: Fist Full of Peanuts (User Rating: 1 )
by Man_On_High on Monday, 3rd October 2005 @ 11:47:23 PM AEST
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Deeper than deep jyss..
love these words:

"When has the brain been bruised
The mind gone completely numb
Can’t picture the leaves on the trees
Shifting color in the brisk autumn"

I say make your way outside and take a long deep breath..
unless your current position has you rendering these words and ideas..
then I say..stay PUT!!..lol

Awesome..

B

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