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The Old Man In The Mansion
Contributed by
jamesstockdale
on
Wednesday, 3rd June 2015 @ 12:00:41 PM in AEST
Topic:
fictional
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The old and worn alarm clock beckons me
To rise and shine
Best to be early
Got to get moving well before nine
I'm surrounded by old
If it glimmers and shines
Like a sparkling new dime
It's not for me, I give it no time
I live in a mansion
Up on the third floor
I spend my day
Searching evermore
I live a life of seclusion
I suffer many social ills
When it comes to reality
I prefer to remain trapped in my delusional premortality
Other than those voices I often hear
This old place is pretty much dead
Except for a mouse or two
It's just me and the friends that live in my head
My reality is scrambled from day to day
I offer nothing and receive the same in kind
My hopes and dreams are benign to me
Whatever I have is good enough for thee
Copyright ©
jamesstockdale
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2015-06-03 12:00:41]
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Re: The Old Man In The Mansion
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 6th June 2015 @ 11:13:14 PM AEST
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I was introduced to the mansion in old Detroit
as a very young boy, where we would dare each other to go up to the next level to find the empty rooms hidden inside.
The streets were wide, the old oaks a plenty were so very enchanting there at night. The city was on its way out back then, early sixties post WWII.
Later, as a young man I worked in bio-research in Wayne, MI, in a place that was called old Eloise.
Mostly abandoned brown stoned Victorian style
enclaves where the sick were once tended to at the turn of the century.
The old Michigan ave, could be seen through the windows, so many empty rooms when I was there, and a time gone by I thought,
as a time once did...
I smile when I think of space now, and I believe
the best space is always the space outside...
Where the world awaits for you and I
Peace!
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Re: The Old Man In The Mansion
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by ladyfawn on
Friday, 10th July 2015 @ 09:23:32 AM AEST
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whilst reading i kept waiting for a twist or scary thing, tho
the everyday same old same old also gives a strong impression,
hugs n' love nessa |
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