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Rubin Juvenile CourtRubin Juvenile CourtRubin Juvenile Court by Michel-le-fou
Many days and nights spent and passed
In the judgement of the juvenile court
Erected by my mother GRHS
Bedrooms were often prison cells
This is more than sarcasm
Those days, the verdict lay
The guilty must lie in their rooms
To await punishment
Mother was prosecutor
Father was defense
He went to my bedside to inflict surface wounds
"Try to cry," he warned me
"Mother is listening."
I tried to scream as the leather belt lashed
Mental scars are deeper than wounds of flesh
But she believed I took my beating
I sat in my room hungry and still
While the others sat at the table eating
Who can muster an appetite
When the court is not dismissed?
Those days are dead and gone
I live on
With ghosts raving in my memory
With death, all memories die
Meanwhile, I have a good lover
At my side
Best WishesBest WishesBest Wishes by Michel-le-fou
I haven't written for many people before.
If this isn't what you expected,
Today is your birthday
I won't ask your age
Gentlemen don't ask
This is your once a year day
It's your time to rage
Go and do all you want.
Just be cautious
I'll be around if you need me.
From me and Puabi
Users ManualUsers ManualUsers Manual by Michel-le-fou
Precious / semiprecious stones need to be polished
Use a small soft cloth and scrub gently until you see luster
No need to run under water
Unless the surface is dirty
Then place in a safe box on a medium shelf
For good access
Heart of woman needs no polish
Just tender care, lots of warmth
And of course true, sincere love
When she cups her hands over her chest
She means, as does Puabi,
"Take my heart and all my love"
Then take her heart carefully
Keep it safe and clean always
To clean a woman's heart,
Let her cry in your arms until she stops herself
Hold her tight
Kiss every part of her face
Let her feel your heartbeat
Be sweet but sincere like Clifford Rogers
"I am here for you always,darling"
When she smiles
When she looks into your eyes
Loose your hold a bit
She will never run away
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4. Conclusion- Count Frederic Pursues
The two local men gaped for a moment, and then ran scared like jackrabbits for the gate of the mausoleum. But Count Frederic appeared there to block their escape. They screamed and shouted until Sir Keith and Malcom Townes joined them. But the two foreigners did not rescue them. Townes smiled for a moment, slyly, and said,
"Hold him back for a spell. We'll search his vault."
The locals stared at their employers in disbelief. Just before they headed for Count Frederic's vault, Sir Keith explained, slyly,
"You are hired to do whatever is needed to help us raid the vault, Franz Tesla. So stay there. If you're lucky enough to survive, we'll pay you at the airport before departure."
They gave no quarter for the two natives to reply; instead, they dashed off to Count Frederic's vault. Count Frederic soon made quick work of Franz Tesla, leaving his corpse bleeding upon the floor of the mausoleum. Armand bolted for the gate and almost
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The Elephant ManHe had elephant hands; swollen and tendered
by old age and wiping away childrens' crying
so they were leathered and carefully painted
with a veneer of the dust made by old books,
but when he read to me the pages didn't shake
and his throat didn't contract about the words
like they were enemies to be spat out, bloodied.
Lungs didn't shiver and eyes didn't milk, then.
Now, I see love ephemeral. I see love half-dead
and carving its riverbed path, slowly eroding;
until it can rejoin oceans once known in heaven.
Now, I see him ephemeral. I see him half-living.
I see the fear of burdenship as the only thing
that makes his eyes flicker how Pernod used to.
I see a beautiful, crumpled drawing of my hero
as my grandfather slips, wearily, back to sleep.
Beyond LoveYou say 'beautiful' like a mistake -
like it slipped out unwarranted
from those dark parts of your mind
that you don't want me to go to,
you say it like that.
You caress like it's worship -
like if you pressed too hard
or took too much, you'd pay the price
and I love those urgent times when
you're willing to pay it.
You teach me love like I'll die without it -
like if you don't defrost me
and my frozen image of myself,
then I might stop breathing
and extinguish beneath my own icy damnation.
You kiss me like you have to -
like we're sharing an oxygen tank
in a toxic, broken-down universe
and you are trying not to breathe
to save me.
You kiss me like that.
You love me, like that -
how am I supposed to resist
a man who loves me beyond his own sense
and senses - beyond love ?
I'm sorry...I didn't stop you.It's funny how the person you love can destroy you.
How they can literally kill you with just a few words like:
I don't know you anymore
I think we're better off apart
Oh how those simple words can destroy you
And I don't blame you for falling apart.
After all, I did as well.
And don't blame you for the fact that you've changed
Because I changed too.
It was a change for the better,
We found our dreams, after all.
I blame myself for the fact that I couldn't stop you
Or rather I didn't.
It's both mine and his fault that you're like that.
His fault for breaking you and mine for not putting you back together when I should have.
I'm sorry... I was blinded by the fact that I loved you too much.
I didn't see what you were becoming.
I'm sorry...I wish I stopped you sooner.
If I did, this never would have happened.
Now it's too late.
Is it too much to ask?I don't understand what's wrong with me today.
It feels like all my of friends have drifted too far away.
I've tried to be strong and fix all I've wronged
But nothing goes according to plan.
And I just want to back up, stop and start over again.
And these days are the loneliest of my life.
It feels like something is wrong but everything seems alright.
Are they trying to avoid me because of being me?
The past is the past but I hope I'm not history...
All I want is someone to talk and stay...with me.
Is it too much to ask for a little time and company?