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Sweet chalkful bliss fills my mouth
And teeth grind each one to powder.
Momentarily dry, but quickly fills
With wet, craving even more.
Take another, light blue like faded paint
Trying to disguise itself
As something different. Burst!
Same disintegrating demise, the taste
Is different, but only lingers shortly
Until it is consumed into oblivion.
A yellow one with a chipped corner
Begging to be let go,
Suffering enough from imperfection.
Ending the pain, quickly
Like the first two. Sickly red
Taken from the dwindling row
And ended with a dissimilar taste.
Another blue, followed by a white,
Taken together to form a cloudy sky
Of sweet paradise’s sun-light.
One by one they fell into darkness,
Voices, I can still hear every time
I stroll past their friends, lined up,
Tight in plastic, where life is just fine.

I suggest:

1. A Christmas Story - This movie has so many funny scenes. I particularly like scene where Ralph’s father gets the leg lamp(I want one of those!). The narration by the “Adult” Ralph is also very hilarious.
   

   Mother: All right. Now, are you ready to tell me where you heard that word?
   Adult Ralph narrating: Now, I had heard that word at least ten times a day from my old man. He worked in profanity the way other artists might work in oils or clay. It was his true medium; a master. But, I chickened out and said the first name that came to mind.
   Ralph: Schwartz!

2. National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation - One of my favorite Chevey Chase movies. One of the funniest scenes in the movie is where Clark Griswald goes into a rant after not receiving an expected bonus from his boss. Here is that wonderful rant:
   

   Hey! If any of you are looking for any last-minute gift ideas for me. I have one. I’d like Frank Shirley, my boss, right here tonight.

   I want him brought from his happy holiday slumber over there on Melody Lane with all the other rich people and I want him brought right here, with a big ribbon on his head, and I want to look him straight in the eye and I want to tell him what a

   cheap, lying,
   no-good, rotten,
   four-flushing, low-life,
   snake-licking, dirt-eating,
   inbred, overstuffed,
   ignorant, blood-sucking,
   dog-kissing, brainless,
   dickless, hopeless,
   heartless, fat-ass,
   bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped,
   worm-headed sack of monkey shit he is!

   Hallelujah! Holy shit! Where’s the Tylenol?

3. Nightmare Before Christmas - A very fun animated movie by Tim Burton. I really enjoyed the style of animation and the original and interesting story. The movie is about the mayor of Halloween, Jack, taking over Christmas from Santa.
   

   Jack Skellington: Sally! I need your help most of all.
   Sally: You certainly do, Jack. I’ve had the most horrible vision!
   Jack Skellington: That’s wonderful!

Yeah, I know it is only a list of 3 movies, but I need to get some sleep.

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On the wall
Up above, raising my head to see her
Beauty. Golden sun shining with intensity
Only a brilliant-blonde head of hair can sustain.

Hearts pounding and spreading, filling emptiness with
Emotions that will never be formed. To know those
Jeweled lips, so intimately, so distant from my own.

Two grand unblinking eyes, looking through my exterior
Into dimensions of the human soul. Lives too different
To be melded into the perfect symbiosis.

Breasts piercing the blackness of her blouse, low-cut
And void but for the shimmering around her neck. Skin,
far too complex, but not overseen by the sun.

I saw her every day, and words never flowed from her.
Syllables of my thoughts knew her to be more
Than a person without her spoken words would know.

She never knew I knew she smiled at my back, or blew out
Little kisses when I was trapped in a dream. I knew
She always Inspected, Stared, Examined
From her picture on the wall.

Flat and dusty, piercing the desert
With a silhouette against the falling sun.

Thriving and thrashing, vegetation grew
Despite the deficit of moisture.

The Holiday Inn where pillows are all so
Fluffy. With mints of grandeur

Laying atop the place of sleep.
Melts smoothly in your mouth.

Weasels sold in dozens, at traps
To the unsuspecting family tourists.

Tributes to their alien encounters,
Blinding, believing to the naïve.

Radiation where the sun lingers on earth
Where the atom was exploited.

Endless air like warm root-beer fills you
After a fresh shave, ready to depart.

Growing a Poem

Small, pending life in the palm of your hand.
Dark warm earth is parted and consumes
Everything into darkness where one must wait.

Moist love imbues growth and formation
Into life. Soon the flat surface of the world
Is broken and the elevating sun is seen.

Time gives way to expansion: Roots
Dig deeper and deeper into the unknown,
And Flora becoming open with the sun.

Picking tiny black beetles, their hunger
Destroying confidence. Enriching the
Raw consciousness to ensue more

Life. Continual pruning and reshaping assure
Death will be asleep. Your creation from birth
Inspiring others to grow one of their own.

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