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Ceremonies of the Damned written by Adrian C. Louis16:03 Jan 12 2009
Times Read: 605
Petroglyphs of Serena
Poets behave impudently towards their experiences: they exploit them. - Friedrich Nietzsche
In Yellowbird's store, the tart tinge of something sour boggoles my nose. Overpriced cans of Spagetti-O'sand Spam on the sad shelves are powdered with Great Plains dust. In Yellowbird's store, winter people are hooked up to vidieo poker machines for brief transformations. The faint whispers of dreams and desires fade with each coin thrown away. Some Indians prefer gambling to making love. Not me. I love to graze on the sparse, black cornsilk in the valleys of the Sioux and it will be my downfall.
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Six-twenty in the morning. These Dakota stars are as blansced as dead minnows floating on a garish pink and blue sea of daybreak. I shake my head, light a marlboro, and scope my wife getting dressed. She can't cook worth a damn, is increibly and increasingly forgetful. But she loves me and treats me as good as a recovering drunk deserves. Never the less, I'm thinking of the wondrous and drool-makingh beauty of my student Serena who is flunking but would get an A-plus and my fuzzy soul if she asked.
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Unlike parched Christ on his cross, my mouth was watering. Sitting on the frount porch, I saw the snot yellow moon dishevel two Kleenex clouds. A cliched stray dog down by the creek was alternating keys of hunger and horror.
It would soon be suppertime. I fired up a smoke and sucked it greedily. The dancing coal lost itself in the star blanket of night. in the house my tired wife was frying venison steaks. My mouth was watering, but I wasnt hungry at all. I was dreaming of Serena. Dark Serena with her broken English. Wild-ass Serena and out Indian dance of self-destruction.
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Friday is a blistering prairie day. 105-degree heat will desolve the will of the people and tonight you'll see all the hues of brown swarming over this dusty soil. Many of these people will be scarred. Some of them will be magna cum laude graduates of the S.D. State Pen. Some will be young and lost for the first time and some will be old and dying. All will be thirsty. Parched and tough. Tonight there is bound to be trouble. I can hardly wait. Lord, how lust becomes me. I will be there and so will Serena.
Loves Sacred Bond16:31 Jan 07 2009
Times Read: 622
My Love16:30 Jan 07 2009
Times Read: 623
My love belongs to only one,
my heart loves this special one.
My love runs very deep,
it belongs to the soul my heart keeps.
My love is joy and pain alike,
it’s the bitter sweet death in sight.
My love is sweet desire,
it is like a sacred burning fire.
My love is passions pleasure,
and for the one I treasure.
My love runs like water,
It flows deep and strong.
If my love is what you require,
then that is your utmost desires.
My Darkness19:38 Jan 06 2009
Times Read: 628
In my darkness I can't see,
the way you look at me.
I'm blind to you,
shrouded by endless night.
My heart races all I can do is feel,
a sence of emptyness surrounds me.
I reach for you in my darkness,
only to discover your gone.
In my darkness, i now stand alone.
Blinded by this forever night,
wishing for your light.
My Spirit06:42 Jan 02 2009
Times Read: 647
I send my spirit to you this night,
to drive away your troubles tonight.
Do not be afraid for it is me you feel,
my spirit is here for you so please be still.
I am here at your request,
a poem on my breath.
Quiet your mind so you might hear,
the hushed toned voice whispered in your ear.
I'm not here to harm you in any way,
and my spirit is not here to stay.
My spirit is here to show you love,
to awaken your passions and your love.
I hope you've enjoied the time I've spent,
and hope all your passions and love were met.
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