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opus 280908--131109Standing out like a single star against the deep-black night sky, the campsite stood out from the brushy hillside. In the light of an electric lantern, figures loomed black, sinister. Nearly crawling along the ground, he drew his weapon and proceeded with his work. How his preacher back home would scowl at his pursuit, but he had long ago left reason behind. Four holes exploded in the canvas tent announced by staccato bursts of fire and sound. A freshly-lit Lucky Strike fell tumbling and floating to the ground, its embers scattered by the descent. Emanating in broken lines red,opus 280908--131109
by ~lostrhyn
Cold Nights 090907-191108Every exhale was like starting a fire Breathing out a cloud of smoke There was no snow but the ground still crunched The grass glazed and glimmering A million blades shining in the nightCold Nights 090907-191108
After an early sunset the sky was still bright A cathedral of lights flickering above The pricks of light stabbing the darkness And endless ceiling turning slowly Orbiting that tiny hilltop
In the distance passing headlights wavered Pathetic attempts at imitation Our flattery to nature's luminance A dog's bark and a horse's snort A small wind washing over the pin
by ~lostrhyn
Intervention 041108 “Growing up in the Alabama hills 'stills a goodly number of things into a person that others from various sundry places on God's green earth just don't get. Things just ain't the same up here in these hills.” An unusually heavy snowstorm had only the day before, buried the entirety of Vermont keeping the inhabitants of the old cabin indoors for the extent of the day and isolating them from the rest of the world. “Did I ever tell you about the time that one fellow burned down the old mill bridge on the Chattooga RiverIntervention 041108
by ~lostrhyn
0306089pm-2its too late and i’m a buck short and aluminum just isn’t a substitute for the silver spoon0306089pm-2
i’m hewn from the earth the soft part at least for i am anything but stone but still too rough for your velvet sheets
you always told me the hair on my legs made them look like pine trees
by ~lostrhyn
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To Buy a BibleI took God to the Books-A-Million To buy a Bible—an extra copyTo Buy a Bible
Of his best-seller to keep
The Book of Life company On the musty golden shelf
In his timeless library.
We tip-toed through
The mystery section, Averted our eyes in Romance, Ate Goldfish crackers and Skittles over a copy Of Curious George
In Children’s
And turning the corner
Of the Philosophy section, We were met by the Bibles— A different version for every sensitivity, A different color for every taste, And to add holy ins
by ~LadyLazrus
Searching Gandhi's AtticDusty boxes of patience, Cases upon cases of wire and glass spectacles, Canisters of compassion, Old canvas sacks of perseverance, A small wooden bureau possessingSearching Gandhi's Attic
Neatly folded piles of faith, An antique card catalogue of prayers, Worn, torn, clay-covered sandals, 4 cans of SPAM, 7 boxes of Tuna Helper, 3 Slim-Fast bars, 1 Liter of Diet Dr.Pepper, and A single candle hope shining through the shadows.
Good Will comes tomorrow, but this— This is a raindrop in an ocean of
Need, hunger, disease, and darkness that has never seen light.
by ~LadyLazrus
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