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i didn't see the burning bush, but i still see the smoke




i spend my time
in the rooms
with miracles;

find god in the faces
of the surviving-- the living;
see the supernatural in the day to day--
in black coffee; white styrofoam cups;
beige plastic chairs; grey cigarette smoke;

recognize true worth
in the hooker with her
high-heels and higher hopes;
understand real down-and-out
in the businessman with his
thousand dollar suit and
bandaged wrist wounds;


yes, i spend my time
in the rooms--

and when I wait
long enough

the miracles
show themselves.



(and i am ready
for my glimpse)



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my best thinking got me here.

this is un-fancified poetry from the heart. take it, or leave it.

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  • magdelene
    January 16, 2008

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    the 12 steps have saved my life, too.
    how much time do you have??

    by the way - the most eloquent poem i've ever ever ever had to privilege to read about our fellowship. and even out of the context of the twelve steps, it's beautiful. gives you the chills. my god girl, my god.


    • DrunktankLullaby
      January 18, 2008
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      your comment gave me chills!! i'm so happy someone was able to read this for what it is, not just what it seems to be. and i'm so happy to know another miracle (especially a young one like myself) is on this site! it's crazy that you've been on my favorites list forever, and i've read & loved your work, but never known that about you. it's crazy. but wonderful. & i don't have much time, really, but everyone has to start somewhere, right? what about you?

      • magdelene
        January 18, 2008
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        well, i've been in and out of the rooms for a lonnnggg time. but i've finally been able to string together a series of 24-hours that make up nine months...a little over nine months, actually. but yeah. we all start somewhere. crazy crazy who, when, where the disease and the solution strike.


  • whiterabbit.
    January 15, 2008

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    I love this. This is really stunning hun. I love how original this is and how much thought there is in it. This is definitely something that not just anyone could write. This is just beautiful and so real.
    You're incredible
    xx


  • Dienush
    January 12, 2008
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    Wow. This is so true, I couldn't agree more. The thoughts alone make this beautiful. Very nice.


  • Exodus gold member
    January 10, 2008

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    Whoah. And I say again whoah. I stop paying attention for a week or so and you get better in leaps and bounds. I love this... I don't think I can actually tell you how much. There's an honesty in this, a darkness and a hope. It's just stunning hun

  • vertigo beat
    January 9, 2008

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    i'll take it

    i wish i could gather some of my favorites up and live in the same house. you guys are so intriguing. love you lots. and this poem too.

  • Scott Chason
    January 9, 2008

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    high-heels and higher hopes;
    -Very nice. I have a wonderful image of that line.

    This makes me think of a preacher who holds on to a miracle for as long as he can, and desperately awaits another one in a world of forgotten miracles. Like he's the only one that really takes the stuff seriously. I'll take it.

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