%%% %%% %%%% %%% %% %%%%% %%%% %%%% %% %%%% %% %% %% %% %%% %% %% %% %% %% %% %% %% % %% %% %% %%%% %% %% %% %% %%%% %% %%% %%%%% // // //// ////// ////// // \\ \ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\ // /// // //////// ////// ////// // \\\\ \\\\ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\ /// /// // // // // // // [ Mind Warp - Volume #4, Issue #02, File #057 ] [ "Poems for Alyson" by Dark Horse ] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Poems for Alyson [Dark Horse] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Midnight Blues 4th chorus(?) alone tired aimless but somehow happy the beach looms like a sunrise dead ahead monday night i will lay my head on the sand in alyson: not a girlfriend not yet a friend but at least an outlet with substance not like you: the anonymous reader in my mind's I: a calm peacefull knowing that things will happen someday in burroughs: a teacher a direction for life knowledge, free from the 13 channels of shit on the TV to choose from to choose from to choose from knowing i cant end in allusion and that the show is over i look forward to sand between my toes -dark horse 7/17/94 [ Editors Note : When Dark Horse submitted this, he also included a short description of *why* he wrote these. It follows, in uncut format. } that's something from last summer. I've been searching my HD for something I wrote on another bbs and I'm pretty sure I logged, but I can't find it. I've been finding all this stuff I just wrote and stuck away (I'll keep looking too.) I have another poem that I wrote to the alyson in the 3rd stanza of this poem. we corresponded for a while thorugh e-mail, she was in a torrid love affair, it sounded intense and true (as in true forever love that is) and one day as the situation got more and more intense (her b-friend running away from home, them talking about just running away together, .....)she stopped writing. i guess she did finally run away with him or something. who knows, anyway it's a great thing to wonder about. anyway, I might as well get on to than next poem. if this works, here it is: Improv poetry on a dirty sunday night -- fall '94 Open those wings and fly through my mind with you inbetween them You a traveler and I am but another wasted land a desert of a million thoughts dry and dusty as saharan sand but pick up a grain of thought after you land your satin feet in my head and fold your velvet wings to your side That grain, up close, is a little yellow diamond. worthless but beautifull and nothing compared to the rest. You sit and stare awhile at the sand remembering days at the beach with sand between your toes and love in your eyes. I may never see your eyes or touch your soft brown hair or hold your hand but I know you better now and forever than all those who see you in the halls and most who have brushed your soft brown hair and some who hold your hand. So fly on, through a million minds and a million wasted lands but always remember you have my sand between your toes ---- and I guess to finish the story she did fly on, and I'll run into her sometime and we'll both be shocked and talk for hours and she'll introduce me too her true love of twenty years whom she ran away with. or something. but there are two poems. I may write more tonight. who knows. -dark.horse ============================================================================== Call Omniverse, the Mind Warp WHQ - (301) 718-0225 ==============================================================================