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    dots Submission Name: MY BEDdots
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    Author: sbridges
    ASL Info:    33/F/Los Angeles
    Elite Ratio:    2.94 - 119/119/63
    Words: 345
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
    Total Views: 649
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    Description:
       Deep in isolation, I hide- out in my room, where there is a bed in the middle...


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    dotsMY BEDdots
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    MY BED

    ... revolving
    around My Bed,
    the stellar home base
    for my yet undiscovered
    'brown body'
    ... always within 20 yards of
    my anti-combat navy ship,
    sailing
    the slippery rug
    ...


    And so I walk it's circumference
    in my sterile white room,
    like it's been brainwashed so thoroughly
    it has no memory
    of spirit,
    and the universe

    ... looking for inspiration
    from multifarious books
    within these dichotomous walls,
    (keeping me IN
    and OUT
    forever it seems...)
    to get to my life's grand work-
    the Art
    I live to create
    so to teach humanity-
    what I killed myself
    to know

    My Bed held me,
    when I fell
    from heaven,
    and let myself get dirty for drugs,
    ivory sheets camouflaging my pain-
    playing my
    "Requiem for Rest"...

    ...pouncing on My Bed,
    oh so ready to enact
    my fantasies
    with pillows,
    lovers whose names I can not say,
    softly feeling my body,
    my lips rushing to feel the pressure,
    underground passion
    raw nature in my flesh and feeling,
    imaginary and surreal intimacy,
    knowing sex is so mental,
    Splashing invisible blood and oil
    all over-
    tapped into my privacy

    ...camped out on My Bed,
    legs on my make-shift desk,
    spread out are
    my rations,
    my toys,
    my wild ambition,
    my insidious nightmares
    my undauntable faith,
    to stimulate and sustain
    my chambered-
    life
    I imagine I am surrounded by water,
    floating on my tiny bedrock
    cast-away,
    after my cruise ship turned over
    on the way to paradise

    the puppet strings loosen
    as I lay back and
    exit,
    this "Act 1, Take 998"...
    better get it right
    before theres no space left
    on the marker...

    In fetal position, I cover myself, in one corner of My Bed and dream of God.









































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