"SUNDAY"

MY WRITE
Scott Donald Sanderlin
Comments/Correspondence to:
sunfoof
(C) MMIV
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"SUNDAY"

Life is two times hard,
And today is all-out bangin'.
Feelin' like my sorry ass,
Is ready to be hangin'.
I been swung at from the left,
I been swung at from the right,
I been swung at from the middle,
And I think I've lost my sight.

But I listen to Big Papa,
Sittin' way up in the sky.
And I find out pretty quick,
That He wants to fix my "I".
Homey knows that I ain't playin',
'Cuz He made this livin' tough.
And I know He knows I manage,
'Cuz He made me strong enough.

So now that I done wrote it out,
And left myself expressed.
I'm feelin' light and clean again,
'Cuz I got shit off my chest.

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To live is to wonder.
To wonder is to live.
sds

"Angel Eyes"

MY WRITE
Scott Donald Sanderlin
Comments/Correspondence to:
sunfoof
(C) MMIV
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"Angel Eyes"

I hear her voice calling across the thick night,
Her song is a beacon of true and pure light.
No wail of the Siren to fill me with fear,
She beckons, she draws me, and soon I am near.

She touches me softly,
Like the first drop of rain.
She touches me deeply,
Like the blood in my vein.
She touches my heart,
With the warmth of the Sun.
She touches my soul,
And perhaps we'll be One.

Facing her beauty, I feel my heart pump,
Down deep in my throat I'm fighting a lump.
On top of my head I stand tall on a cloud,
With these words on my mind, I am speaking aloud.

She touches me softly,
Like the first drop of rain.
She touches me deeply,
Like the blood in my vein.
She touches my heart,
With the warmth of the Sun.
She touches my soul,
And perhaps we'll be One.

She knows I'm not perfect, but not far from great;
She looks in my eyes as she ponders my fate.
She knows she's not perfect, but far beyond great;
She sees in my eyes that my patience can wait.

She touches me softly,
Like the first drop of rain.
She touches me deeply,
Like the blood in my vein.
She touches my heart,
With the warmth of the Sun.
She touches my soul,
And perhaps we'll be One.

Tomorrow is coming, strange cargo it brings,
No matter the outcome, I know a few things.
The person I've met has no equal I know,
But time is the judge whether feelings will grow.

She touches me softly,
Like the first drop of rain.
She touches me deeply,
Like the blood in my vein.
She touches my heart,
With the warmth of the Sun.
She touches my soul,
And that day we'll be One.

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To live is to wonder.
To wonder is to live.
sds

"2"

MY WRITE
Scott Donald Sanderlin
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sunfoof
(C) MMIV
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"2"

Talking to Princess,
Like flying with butterfly.
Soul soars to Heaven.
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To live is to wonder.
To wonder is to live.
sds

"For an Ant I Know"

MY WRITE
Scott Donald Sanderlin
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sunfoof
(C) MMIV
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For an Ant I know

I'm there with you by heart, my friend,
I know you feel you see the end.
It is as dark as it may seem,
And life has lost its wond'rous gleam.

I pray you find the way tonight,
Ice in your veins and eyes of fright.
Look for the glow, shines o'er the sea,
And when it's seen, then you'll see me.

Tomorrow brings a day anew,
Doubts and worry become more few.
Take your arms and grab each shoulder,
And believe that there I am your holder.

When you see beyond the bend,
I know you'll see you're past the end.
Darkness gone and now to dream,
And life returns, your smile will beam.

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To live is to wonder.
To wonder is to live.
sds

"She Knew"

MY WRITE
Scott Donald Sanderlin
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sunfoof
(C) MMIV
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she knew

Beggar's pen writes a word.
Fool's question later:
"What force drives that word?"
A frightening answer sallies forth:
"A force not strange, it's estranged - his brain."

There is intelligence,
Lurking behind the walls of his skull.
But one must not smash the walls
To gain the treasure.
One must gain entrance with stealth.

There, the One with strength to reign
Thoughts' power.
But dismembered, cannot give a hand to help -
Does not bleed - wounds sealed
With a kiss from the Angel.

Oh, if she knew.
I wake up.

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That's one of my many "psychedelica" pieces. I wrote that back in 199??, sometime when I was, well...and trying to reel in the wealth of those experiences with words I was struggling with and with technique that looks shaky - in a way. But the intent was well-placed even if the content was less refined.

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To live is to wonder.
To wonder is to live.
sds

"The Doll in the China Shop"

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Scott Donald Sanderlin
Comments/Correspondence to:
sunfoof
(C) MMIV
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The Doll in the China Shop

Savoring the moment,
Sharing the joy
In a blink.
Looking wide-eyed at goodness,
And feeling untethered.

Wide eyes wandering,
Emotions flowing like
Rivers of new grass.
Knowing my arms are full,
Of happiness.

Halving experiences means,
Doubling the freedoms
Of expression.
Deep levels of truth,
Understanding another.

A moment passed,
Savored in the blink
Of wide eyes.
Goodness freed, given,
Felt.

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To live is to wonder.
To wonder is to live.
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Haiku - 20040329.01

MY WRITE
Scott Donald Sanderlin
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sunfoof
(C) MMIV
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After all of that,
Today I will truly say:
God loves me for sure.

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To live is to wonder.
To wonder is to live.
sds

Scene: 20040323.01

MY WRITE
Scott Donald Sanderlin
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sunfoof
(C) MMIV
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_Seen of Self-Realization_

The wet, hot fingers of a hundred toothpick-sized jets of steamy water met the skin on her scalp so deliciously she gasps inside herself. She moves her head slowly, in ever-widening circles, languishing long in the moment. Her lips parting, she relishes a trickle pooling under her tongue, a taste like the very first drop of water. Feeling her head tilt back and slightly forward, she lingers there, her mind floating on the whisper of a moment, as the water tickles and teases that just right spot behind the crown of her skull. Enduring the decadence of the instant no longer, she rests her chin on her chest and counts her toes. It's strangely reassuring to see all ten each time.

And she is overcome with the thought, "It is possible."

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All I can really say about that is that it's pretty random. It's tricky, but fun, to try and think from an entirely different gender perspective. I was trying to ellicit the genuineness of the moment. Comments? Criticism? Well, anyway, thanks for reading. Namaste.

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To live is to wonder.
To wonder is to live.
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"A Scattering of Haiku"

For my Mother and Father, of course, without whom I would have never understood the importance of the written word.

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MY WRITE
transcription initiated 20040315
by
Scott Donald Sanderlin
Comments/Correspondence to:
sunfoof
(C) MMIV
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a scattering of haiku

there is too much to lose,
i stand at the edge, gazing,
feeling fear of then.

(>~~~~~~~~~<)

she looks at me long,
i feel peaceful and wonder,
shall i know her long?

(>~~~~~~~~~<)

tomorrow is there,
waiting, patient, for my act,
my soul wants to go.

(>~~~~~~~~~<)

i see beauty there,
she is no figment, no dream.
i am awake now.

(>~~~~~~~~~<)

to live is to feel,
joy and pain, brothers anon.
feeling is living.

(>~~~~~~~~~<)

she is an angel,
come to deliver
my spirit from turmoil.

(>~~~~~~~~~<)

i stand ready now,
i pray that she is with me,
together to quest.

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I have noticed that much of 'My Write' is not dated. This one was, and dated for St. Patrick's Day, to boot! Anyway, I thought it would be an interesting one to start with. I'm not sure of the "she"; however, it may be in reference to a good friend, A., whom I met on my second return from hypermania. I met her, a fellow "client", in the halls of Vista. She was clinically depressed and receiving electro-shock therapy (ECT). She always came back from the procedure so spaced out and unnatural. Strange that such a practice, if amplified and punitive, is competitively denounced as inhumane and barbaric for the treatment of criminals who have been reckoned to receive capital punishment. Strange that allegations of barbarism are not espoused by a large socio-ethical interest group as regards the "therapeutic" treatment of persons with mental afflictions. [at least the Powers have curtailed the use of insulin shock therapy - at least that I know of] A. and I ended up having a brief, but no less fiery affair for a few months. Not necessarily the most appropriate or likely place to forge lifelong friendships, but there are worse venues. I'm not sure where she ended up. She moved away somewhere; I haven't talked to her in almost a full decade. Funny, it doesn't really seem that long ago by one reckoning. By another, it seems as though a lifetime ago. It would be nice to talk to her, to see how she fares. I'm sure her child has grown, too. What was her name? Molly? Maybe, I think that was it.

I'm not exactly sure why I chose to write in lower case, yet maintaining some semblance of grammar and punctuation. Who knows? I'm a dork if you ask my Sister. Right, K?

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To live is to wonder.
To wonder is to live.
sds