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2/20/2008 12:20:18 PM	Dark Prose_ A Tribute to one gone but not forgotten
wolffdream Billerica, MA age: 57	These are not my words, nor thoughts. They were written by someone very dear to me, who passed away many years ago. I have created a website in tribute to him, and posted all the writtings he left me. If you want tosee the webpage here is the link.... http://members.aol.com/wolffdream/mirror.html Here.......... I present a small tribute to one who has passed through this life... One who bequeaths a Pandoras * box of memories & Passions still alive in the hearts of all he touched.....
2/20/2008 12:27:15 PM	Dark Prose_ A Tribute to one gone but not forgotten
wolffdream Billerica, MA age: 57	The Love Poem . My love's a large mouth Meant to taste each grape on the vine Meant to eat the leaves Meant to chew the stems Meant to gag, choke and spit out the pits. My love is a tyrant Killing children without tears Wreaking havoc over holy places Burning books I haven’t written And burying greater men than myself alive. My love is nature in full fury Sperm, like lava, seering flesh As still as an earth quake Showing the mercy of a tidal wave As productive as an ice age As promising as a nova Final.. Incurable.. My love, once surpressed, Is a glorious thing........... * by Paradise
2/20/2008 12:28:42 PM	Dark Prose_ A Tribute to one gone but not forgotten
wolffdream Billerica, MA age: 57	A Simple Pleasure . Watching you sleep Awaiting a sudden movement or release of breath, I never noticed how tightly your eyes closed. They do not reflect me any longer, But I am not sad, for closed, they do not lie. I have the desire to touch, but not the right. I would not hazard awakening you... So sleep, for I am content Watching beauty, silent, and not disturbed By what you are......... * by Paradise
2/20/2008 12:29:35 PM	Dark Prose_ A Tribute to one gone but not forgotten
wolffdream Billerica, MA age: 57	Questions . What is the name of this game we play without rules or prizes? You against me, me against you, f---ing, fighting, and sometimes loving. Me, in my mud puddle, throwing filth, You, standing up in your pigpen taking it, while feeling sorry for me And giving me a lesson in endurance. Why don’t you turn tail and run? How dare one so noble cross my chaotic path.... * by Paradise Copyright©1998-1999
2/20/2008 12:30:29 PM	Dark Prose_ A Tribute to one gone but not forgotten
wolffdream Billerica, MA age: 57	Palgiacci . Loving you has reached it’s terminal stage I stumble on good intentions like a toeless ballet dancer. I watch you slowly sweat, and hand you a towel But, I’m accused of wanting to strangle you with it. Yet, all I want is for you to wipe your brow. Standing before a one way mirror, you. What makes you think that I can’t see in? Here, on plain white paper, I desecrate snow. Here, I speak my name louder than your primitive criticisms. Don’t you know a poet speaks in scratches? Outside the sanctuary body, he is sometimes cruel and clumsy. But in the hollow, in the shell, in the flesh covered womb-tomb, there is only love...... * by Paradise
2/20/2008 12:31:58 PM	Dark Prose_ A Tribute to one gone but not forgotten
wolffdream Billerica, MA age: 57	My Meglomania . I dance....I dance well I dazzle....I defy. They shake their heads in disbelief but would sell their souls to walk as well. I love because my teeth are too sharp to do otherwise. And the power I possess hangs around my neck like a crucifix Warding off evil spirits. Warding off even me. I am tone deaf, yet I sing. I am ignorant, yet I think. I am tongue tied and frightened, yet I speak and am brave. To over look, to go beyond To outrun fear To feed death breakfast in bed And then crawl in beside him. To love, for there is no other choice. To stay clean and throw mud with style. To hear, to be heard. To heed, to harken. To correct, and be corrected. To disregard the base and not the natural. To be swept in a hurricane, yet be maintained. Is to rest in her eyes and know peace.... * by Paradise Copyright©1998-1999
2/20/2008 12:51:25 PM	Dark Prose_ A Tribute to one gone but not forgotten
taurok Dartmouth, NS age: 50	These writings are very good. They possess a style all their own. There is a unique depth to each of them, reflecting the person who wrote them.
2/21/2008 6:22:59 AM	Dark Prose_ A Tribute to one gone but not forgotten
wolffdream Billerica, MA age: 57	Ahhh yes... he was a hurricane of love/contempt/fire/ice...... A fury of tenderness and sorrow. UNFORGETTABLE.