Night Walk - 7/24/2010

  • July 24, 2010
  • James Skemp
A white light. A yellow. A group of kids, playing a game of basketball, laughing, not keeping score. Lights illuminating plants, a woman straightening her's in a newly purchased house, one she may not have been able to enjoy before. It was Ray Bradbury, I believe, who wrote of a man who walked at night, and before being arrested for doing so, thought of the people sitting inside, their faces illuminated only by the light of a television.

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Forgotten muscles

  • February 12, 2010
  • James Skemp
The long forgetten muscles and dozens of cuts on my arms and hands as if in a single voice say "Hey buddy." The sound of contempt does not go unnoticed.

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The gods in their place

  • February 8, 2010
  • James Skemp
The gods in their place no not of my face.

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Random - "some walking stuff"

  • March 19, 2009
  • James Skemp
Found in "some walking stuff.txt," dated Sunday, July 20, 2003, 8:18 PM. The old ones walk down the road on their way to eternity They do not stop on the way, they merely make their way On ... on ... on stopping for none - needing no help They brought what they need on their back They need not turn back They do not look behind them, to see that which they have left behind

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Oh the people that you meet

  • April 14, 2005
  • James Skemp
Oh the people that you meet, when you're walking down the street, can never make you cry, if only you remember why. 

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On one fine day

  • April 14, 2005
  • James Skemp
On one fine day you'll be old and grey and you'll sit and wonder 'where art thy plunder?' I'll tell you once, so please don't be a dunce, when that day appears I'm sure you'll be sitting on your rear!

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The Semi-True Tale of Shelly and Allen

  • March 25, 2005
  • James Skemp
May 14th Allen,  I thank you for your kind words tonight at the Olympus Centre of the Arts. It’s not very often I get a standing ovation, and I believe it is solely due to you.  Ever since we first met, last night, I’ve felt a strong connection to you, and this indeed fills me with great happiness.  Again, I thank you for you continued help and guidance, Shelly   May 16th Shelly,  It was indeed my pleasure to be there on the 14th, but I fear that I cannot take credit for the, well deserved, standing ovation.

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As I walked down the valley I saw beside me a small dog

  • March 12, 2005
  • James Skemp
As I walked down the valley I saw beside me a small dog I do not know where the dog came from pans I do not care now however the one thing that always is the survey is the fact that’s dog skin and you’re out of nowhere at any time one thing I remember from my childhood visibly an atomic and his team was young But I don’t know what’s the team from do not know where he came from again on all my state and that batters and jury of of life and science and field Sophia Whenever I think about dogs and cats and while some stuff of science and pricing five wonder whether or not signed from force the King arts degree?

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Buying Perfume

  • January 21, 2005
  • James Skemp
She was an attractive woman, quite attractive in fact. She was the kind of girl that you couldn’t help but smile at if she gave you her eyes, even if you were having one of the most shit-filled days in your life up to that point. She walked over, not quickly, but not slow. It was a perfect pace for a girl in her profession. If you move to quickly, you make the customer think that you’re desperate, while moving too slow gives off a feeling of disinterest, or boredom, both of which scare a customer away, or instil a like sensation within them.

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Good-bye, farewell, my darling, sweet

  • March 9, 2004
  • James Skemp
Good-bye farewell my darling sweet When first we met oh so long ago you whispered sweet nothings into my ear I recall the day you wore that flowered dress that you told me that you loved me that you would be mine that I could have all I need merely ask Then one day when the birds were leaving we sat under our tree and you told me oh

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