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The pictures fill the screen News crews are arrested And attempt to suppress The negative mirror image Of what we supposedly stand for. Reprehensible behavior is celebrated As hell broke luce. We watch helplessly Cruelty only humans are capable of. Would we tempt fate to intervene? Or be the cowards  Knowing nothing changes  Until the time  When time is no more? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Topic-Dave Coon Pic-Tyler Myrth Pic guesses: Overlook, Aerial view, Down in the Valley, Inheritance, High Ground, 

Friday night Watching the flickering screen  Paparazzi hounding couples on a sidewalk Cold.  Distant. Unhappy. VanCleef and Arpels on their ankles Liquor of the month on lips Knowing it will all come to an end It's a business relationship only Not personal They want to fly away I never cared for what they do. I never cared for what they know. The rich images shine out Selling image of "freedom" And lust you can have No rules, but no progress They are not like me, They are just like me Prisoners of their own circumstances Would I take that path? In a heartbeat, I would... Not.  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Topic-Jessica Brooke Pic-Diana Jillian Pic Guesses-Fly away (in blog) bird on a wire, ET revisited, Up, Dream, float away, higher, drifting in the wind

Monday night and it's late. The Busch cans are stacked on the table in front of me and the last thing  I remember is  a fast food law commercial before drifting off. "Over $1 Billion recovered. Call today to get your best settlement..." ******************************************************** I find myself in a large room, maybe a warehouse. A stack of storage containers sits in the corner of the room, each contains a dream.  Eenie, Meenie, meinie, moe. I choose a pink one, the second one from the top. The effort it takes to pull it out is exhausting. I hesitate briefly. Is it showtime in my dreams? Will it be comedy or tragedy? The room goes dark. A light flickers to my right and I enter it. I am in a river gorge, Palisades Shoals. Teenagers are climbing the cliff that runs along the bank. At the base is a group of girls dressed only in twelve-pack beer cartons, daring each other to jump naked into the water. Some boys nearby overheard and began to cheer: "Show us! ...

She teases her tresses As her lover undresses Ruby lotus waits Opening to the sunlight Under the bright cerulean sky ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Topic-Christine Wichman Pic-Colleen Keller Bruenig Pic guesses: Blossom, budding, life, spring, cherry, flower,   

The diner could have been anywhere. This one was found while driving around East Jesus, New York. At least that's what this town seemed like to her. Thirty miles to go on the road trip from Hell. Traffic had been light on the overnight run.  Hot coffee wouldn’t hurt. Crossing the border during the busy part of the day was her plan, the guards wouldn’t ask questions. Debbie stumbled out of the car, dragging food wrappers along the way. The place was like the scarier areas in the desert, except colder. The parking lot was almost empty. A puddle reflected the snow-laden sky and the motel vacancy sign. Shivering, she pulled her jacket tighter and stepped in the door. Pink and white decorations dotted the counters, the remains of a Valentine party the night before. An ancient Wurlitzer  jukebox played caterwauling country tunes. Bacon, and the promise of more, tickled her nose. A big-haired waitress chewing gum nodded toward a line of stools against the front window. She went t...

"Daddy?" "Yes, Emmy."  "Why do you always drive when we go somewhere? "Because your Daddy gets car sick if he doesn't," Mommy said before he could answer. That wasn't the answer she expected. Daddy laughed. "Hey, I only did it that one time." "And it took Mom and me a week to get the smell out of her car." Mommy shot back. "She wasn't happy with us at all." Emily had to agree with the smell. She always hated it when she threw up in the car. It burned the back of her throat. But she didn't do that anymore now she was seven. The Reunion with Mommy's cousins had been fun. It was at some old Aunt's farm that Emily had never heard of. Charlie seemed to like it. Well, as much as a baby could. At least he didn't scream the whole time. He'd smile at people when they poked and gibbered at him. There is something about a baby that makes people act funny. Aunt Pam and Grandma w...

Emily noticed the house was empty when they came in from the yard. Pulling a twig out her ponytail, she asked "Where's Grandma?" "She took Charlie to the store with her so we could work." "Oh, OK." They were sweaty, dirty, and deliriously happy after their morning work. Kathy was proud of her yard and looked forward to each spring. When she was a little girl, she followed her Mom around to the nurseries. The acrid smell of fertilizer thrilled her. Putting her apron of cuttings on the table, she admired them. Everything was blooming early this year. She had expected it, though. The winter had been warm and wet. Emily circled behind her and squealed in delight. "Momma! They're so pretty." "Yes, Emmy, they are." Her eyes scrunched as she kissed the dirty forehead. It smelled like manure. Her mom had said you can't have pretty without some ugly and bad smells turn sweet. She couldn't disagree, but this child...