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Crippled Write Act 1
by Walter Jones (Age: 62)
copyright 07-09-2007


Age Rating: 18 to 127

 
Owed nothing will take less




Stage is chair and mattress no sound two figures not in view. In shadows a low voice speaks.

I leave you this, my typewriter, my mind, my creativity, my desire to stretch life and report not words but images. Feel the world about and let it live through you and the visions you create


Room blackens hearts as daughters pay, reality screams at walls, angel of death combs late, hate plays in fates, tribal pursuits leave mangled souls, fathers reaching for salvation each finds stir crazy, fingers rest on triggers, hell waits in rebel yell, down he goes, slow the manner chosen for pain given, biblical eye for and eye meets hillbilly, gang banged stripped of pride and silly inches of skin flayed, needle pursues rescue, mental breakdown, Shelly hangs to images streaking in a purgatory of bought and sold, white slave left on an auction block, never cries, never dies, no mater how she tries, used and abused from birth, brother used her first, worthless fool, father made quick death reality found him hanging from a beam, skinned alive, boys from the hood escaped, as mad man seeks, reaper finds, pimp in a penal missing few, plastic bag over head, cop loses his, payment placed careful, no feet, street has his mind, stiletto leads anger trapped in corners
On a alley box empty, triangle cold in her hell, she sees all around her gutted, father gone, soldiers of the evening perceive her needs, she is trembling in a wall soften clean white jacket, her only stitch, blood rich in many illusions dried in color dead.

Each a pass edges must dull, knife cuts reality crossing over
Stake of fire and stone, nothing but fates finger pointing
Toward man. Blood thicker than water, father hangs now alone, daughter
does not remember. Just alone, no home cries but knows not why.............

Clicking typewriter stops...
Phone rings, advance granted, bring your mother next time, she will be a great prop, photo shoot....


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11-25-2007 Jacob Stiles    

So many dark visions, so little time! Indeed the world is filled with this content, just waiting for its time in the spotlight. Waiting to get reported, and sometimes never will. At least your advance was granted! Carry on and shed light to the dark patches of society!


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