drunk stumble and lag Nov 28 '02 (Updated Jan 11 '04)    Write an essay on this topic. Tweet Popular Products in Music The Dirtchamber Sessions, Vol. 1 by The Prodigy From $11 Jersey Boys [Original Broadway Cast Recording] by Original Broadway Cast From $8 The Bottom Line This poem contains imagery that some may find offensive, therefore reader discretion is advised. I speak into the thick of the air and there is no answer -- I stare up into nature's canopy of leaves -- and the sky darkens moon and stars crest on a natural new age invisible wave -- up into the night sky above piercing through the leaves the light blinds me as I begin to walk and run and with each sharp crisp sound of underbrush I quicken my pace and move faster and yet, stillness breathes deep sending fear down my throat like hot sticky c u m its ominous feel light as Chopin's Nocturne as I stumble through the underbrush and somewhere on a limb behind me a spider crawls out to find freshly broken web and I just continue to stumble and run at this quickening pace through this silent forest of muted blue green darkness and the wind begins to blow as your fingers run through your p u b e s and I run with deep fright and shiver as if I've lost some instrument of flesh blood and bone and suddenly I come to a stop to watch -- reversed the skyline and landscape entwine at the edge of a lake I stare into the horizon reflected in gentle waves as natural swirls of a warm water move gently and I take two steps back before running to quickly jump and just dive right in as the moon and stars pierce through the water's transparent surface -- providing an aura of luminous radiation to guide my way deep down into the depths of your memory where the knife carves a heart in the skin -- permanent bloody tattoo of dead sexuality the spider dead and shriveled up into itself -- lying on its back, life withered from the vine fallen and broken dead and mean but then didn't you know -- how you were the only one I ever truly held in my heart and my arms? (c) November 27, 2002, Steven H. Lee what the darkness doesn't know... You like me, don't you? Exponential Silences aspiration lost i want you to describe An Original Motion Picture Soundtrack reflections (3 poems) Untitled No. 1, 2 & 3 Sara the circus is coming to town unacustomed emotional decay memory fragments puzzles and more eight headed poems Last Night warm wind a new beginning i just wanted to let you know sympathetic memory Untitled No. 13 Untilted No. 14 & 15 just let two one two and four fists pound the air drunk stumble and lag love lust music

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