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by DJ Quashie

Sunday, August 24, 2003
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Here are a few of the poems taken from "Life's Puncture Wounds" (Copyright 2002 by Quashie Jean). It is an allegorical, literary and horror tale containing aspects of dark fantasy.
"Life's Puncture Wounds" is set in Los Angeles, Calif. and Central America. It involves a female who comes of age amidst a multicultural cast of characters and natural and unnatural circumstances.

(1.)

"I was smart
I did my part
Whatever it was I thought I would get it all
With my sile and good heart
But heart does not play a part
In the game
I knew I would get my piece of the pie and then
In the light of day, I found no pie, no friend
Only the darkness..."

 

(2.)

"City of dreams
City of means
Why am I not part
of this city of dreams?"

 

(3.)

"Constantly under attack
Never able to fight back.
Leaves not only one's body,
But mind shattered.
Battered..."

 

(4.)

"It slithered into a challenging childhood
Sowing seeds of discontentment.
No love, suposed love.
Who cared?
I was just a thing,
A dependent thing to my mother.
She had yearned
for so much more in life.
Instead she was saddled with hungry yearning mouths.
I guess I can't blame
her
But then who
can I blame for the
pronged sucking attack on my life?"

 

Suspenseful Horror, Dark Fantasy
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Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) 1/14/2004
I really liked the intensity of this poem. It just begged for flashes of lightening and rolling thunder. Very well done.
Reviewed by Sandie Angel 8/24/2003
Correction:

Lives were given to us
but it is upto us to make
our lives interesting

May Lu a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)

Reviewed by Sandie Angel 8/24/2003
Life was given to us
but it's upto us to make
our life interesting

May Lu a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
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