In Search of a Song Volume 268

8/7/2019 In Search of a Song Volume 268

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DenissePaulino


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~D~egn~ls~s~e~.lAWaterways ProjectPublicationPaulino Richard SpiegelBarbara Fishercodirectors

Thomas Perryadministrative assistant

Alison Kofflerteacher

Public School Repertory CompanyEllen Kirshbaurn, principal

Stephen E. Phillips, Superintendent,Alternative High Schools &Programs

I997 Ten Penny Playerswith funding support fromthe NY State Council on the Arts


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Raised and RazedHere was I built and here I am torn downThe place Iloved became the place IhateIcannot wait to leave this AlcatrazYet Imourn this love I've lost foreverRaised, built, knowledge careful and strongRazed, destroyed, my strength turned to dust,Here Iwas built and here was IdestroyedYet still Icry, for my lost things to beLeaving love behind for hate with onlyThe hopes of forgive and never forget.

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lAmI am young, butIamawomanIcan do anything butIam just a girlI am aloneIam disturbedIam togetherIam differentIam me, butWho exactly is she?Wise, alone, unique,lost, alone, a freak.I am something

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Mental Peace. There is no price for mental peace, for lifeis always better once it's found. Certain thingswhich thrive on the torment of the mindwill become things of the past, forever left behind.And so I fear my written muses are being lostbecause I'm learning to use real words.IfI learned to speak, would I ever write again.Would my thoughts ever run again in frantic verse ortripping feet of random pentameter, to be forever lost.Pain cannot be personified with prosaic words.Poetry cannot really live in a converse world.My emotions will have no depth. I'll become a twodimensional mirage without a soul.An audio-visual image without a legible voice.My peace does seem to carry a heavy price.

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A TimeShall we go back in time,to time so lost in the past,so abolished by women's lib.The time of elegance and beauty,a time of female sexual power.the time of prim ladies.The time of ballroom flirtations,of corsets and porcelain complexions,of gloves and jeweled gowns.The time of formality and grace,of hypocritical modestyand extreme etiquette.Now in twisted mannerswe seem to revive the pastwith new and morbid meaningThe pallor of gothic beautyand the romance of living death,the pleasure of vampiric sex.The sophisticated super predator,the freaks of sensual bondage,the youth of Gothic paganism.

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White Fearlook into the eyes of the things that are gonesee their painlook into the eyes of things in the pastfeel what they once sufferedlook into the eyes of things that once livedhear their screams of anguish in the resonance of timelook into the eye of the livingtouch the pain within the cause of their deathit will resonate through eternity foreverfor pain has no concept of time or place,

of wealth or powerit will affect everything living until their passing

into the next worldand their eyes will forever tell the tale of their distress

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Life Savers .Pulling green wax threadrotating circulating unsealingsilver cylinder vault containingcircular peep hole buoys.Sweet varying colors,fruit waves of sugarartificial flavors floatingwithin raging saliva oceans.

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HereThis is an anonymous place, peaceful desolate.Here we belong to no one.Here where no supervisors prevail.Here we can meet together a central place.Here I sit waiting for my friends.Here, I wish that I could stay, forever anonymous.Here where I belong to no one.Ifonly here I could stay.

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Extended MetaphorMy heart is held bya black armored knightcarved in alabaster skin.He is the tall protecting pines,beautiful and strong in all seasons.He is my lover. .My lover he is clothed inthe cloth color of night.His skin is smooth moonshine,His eyes the warm color of earth.His touch is like the whi te hotrays of the sun, pleasant and sweet.His love is like a burning fireOn the hearth that burns forever,like the pyres of the sun and the moon,together.

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EulogyFor a Bleeding HeartHe was such an elegant beasthe was the dark prince of Blood.An evil seductor, a drainer of life.Renouncing God he lived a life of Deathin revenge for the betrayal of his faith and Love.Dying a life of eternal thirst and Anguish,trying [Q replace his lost love with blood.Never forgetting her he lived a life condemned,alone with a blood thirst forever,until he found her peace giving love again.And because she so loved she gave him peace.

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Priority

You say you put priorities firstbut it doesn't make sense to mehow you've done this beforebut this is the worstI can only ask my dying pleahow the hell is that a priorityto my need for self knowledge andyou yell priorities first, with seniorityyou get your way and I thought mypriorities were f " '&"#@< up, but of course!you think I'm a selfish bitch whocares for no one but herselfbut how could I care for anyone elsewhen the person in this worldI hate the most is myselfso through all of my confusion,and my anger and my hate Icould care less where I land let

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the fates have their way with mefor my warp threads fray thin forevery time on my 100m they'vewoven life's thread too tightand too thin then again toothick and too loose. of confusionand anger, sadness and pain forevertheir flitting ftngers will weaveall our lives. slowly our warp threadswear thin. they'll fray and split untilthey break and our lives will soon endbecause we choose the wrong priorities.

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