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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The Dream – The Life

  • March 9, 2004
  • James Skemp
What happens to a dream deferred? I ask What happens to a dream deterred? Could it be that the dream is the life deterred? If the dream is the life deterred, and the dream is deferred, then what? Is not the dream a life? Is not the life a dream? Is there one life? Is there one dream? Perhaps it is as such, that the dream is not singular.

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An Open Letter to Richard Fitz

  • March 6, 2004
  • James Skemp
January 11 2005: I noticed a missing parenthesis, so I made the change – this is such a minor change that it has no real impact upon the document as a whole. <Address Information Removed> Mr. Fitz, On March 3rd 2004 I found, much to my dismay, an individual attributing various unsatisfactory statements to you, Richard Fitz. I, having read contrary statements in articles that you had previously written, felt that the very least I could was point out said statements to this individual, as well as suggest to them that they contact you directly regarding said statements.

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Are we not free? (A question asked, a question answered)

  • February 11, 2004
  • James Skemp
Drumming On the mind - Whispers in the Ears - NOThing yet has been said - Again we wait quietLy Like the cat - How cAn Value Even be placed - FrEe As i wRite Soundly i sleep?

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I heard you talking...

  • June 27, 2003
  • James Skemp
I heard you talking just the other day.   You talked like Aphrodite, that damned goddess of old, You were talking in her ear and it made me feel so cold...   I would give you all the attention, perhaps more then you could hold, I'd put my heart on the block, and not expect a 'thunk'.   Do you hurt me on purpose? Did those before? I'm not an artist, but I've a bleeding heart.

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Thinking about you...

  • June 21, 2003
  • James Skemp
Thinking about you, I found your picture, You were oh so beautiful, and I'm sure you still are.   Sometimes I wonder, what would I have been without seeing you without meeting you without having the pleasure...   Sometimes I cry, sometimes I bleed, sometimes I sit sometimes I gaze...   I looked at your picture, and I put it back down. I picked up your picture, and I put it back down.

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I sat in a garden, looking at the sun...

  • May 11, 2003
  • James Skemp
I sat in a garden, looking at the sun   I beckoned to it, 'come down and we'll have some fun'   But the sun would not come, and it sat there in it's lofty height   I called to it, 'who do you think you are' You lofty sun sitting so high in the sky   'You cannot stay there forever,' came my reply   And with that a tower was started, so that the sun would come down Whether it desired it or not, it would come down Inspired by the music of the Doors…

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Quotes from Various Fictional Writings

  • April 14, 2003
  • James Skemp
Hopefully I'll be able to put this stuff into stories, but, until then, I present some of the various snippets of dialog that I have collected… "… and it was at that moment that Roberta realized that she was not alone." Overheard: "…and that is why frogs are far better then chipmunks." "But Robert, you still do not understand that chipmunks is not an answer…" Overheard: "…forgetting that there are only three distinct types.

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I would like to tell you that I love you...

  • March 31, 2003
  • James Skemp
I would like to tell you that I love you, but I'm afraid of the words... I'm not worried about commitment, in the traditional sense... I'm afraid that you'll hurt me, like all the ones before... How I would love to tell you that I want to make you happy, but should I... How I would love to tell you that I would do anything for you, my life is in your hands.

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Rants and Digressions 01 (Mature)

  • March 31, 2003
  • James Skemp

Language warning! Yeah... don't view this unless you want to see me as this portrays me, and I mean it... It's an absolute rant, and it's a complete digression of what this site is about (which is family values, or something...).

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I knew this girl...

  • March 23, 2003
  • James Skemp
I knew this girl she had hair like the sun... Let me tell you boy we had us some fun...   But the days got short and one day away she went... It seemed liked so long But 'twas merely a moment...   This beautiful girl, together in the sun, having our fun She was with me for such a short time And when she was gone, I realized, that it was but a moment, a point in time.

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Just a typical day...

  • March 12, 2003
  • James Skemp
Just a typical day Like any other A single ray   Oh "I wish I may I wish I might..." A single thought   "Getta outta my way You little creep" A single passing   "Oh may I say You know my mind" A single knock

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I fell in love with you...

  • March 12, 2003
  • James Skemp
I fell in love with you, but you didn't know. I thought every night of you, but every night you slept well. I cried when I put my mind on you, but every day it got a little better. I listen to the bands and see you, but more and more you fade. I think I was in love with you, but were you a passing phase... I thought there was more to you, but one can never really tell.

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I wish I had a dime...

  • March 10, 2003
  • James Skemp
I wish I had a dime For every time I cried I wish I had a nickel For every damn pickle   Life can be long It's like that song With the 'bong' at the end By the guy with no friend   Tra lee tra la Tro lo tro da   In the deeps, No one weeps

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Ma ma can't you see the rain...

  • March 3, 2003
  • James Skemp
Ma ma can't you see the rain Ma ma can't you see the rain Fall - in' on me   Rain falls like snow, Hard to see the miles before me. So to are the miles behind, but experiences are hard to kill...

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Domination holds us down

  • February 25, 2003
  • James Skemp
Domination holds us down and persecution does the same Holding us down, keeping us down Can't get up from the underground...   Under the ground, deep down below the dirt can be as high as the clouds If one can't see the sky, do they know it's there?

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Are There Pictures Before Me...

  • February 25, 2003
  • James Skemp
Are there pictures before me showing me the past? Only memories, left to me.   Are there writings before me telling me the past? Only memories, left to me.   Feelings and thoughts Imaginings and remembrances Only memories, left to me.   Nothing concrete, nothing to touch Save with my mind, and it's intangible grasp   Realty in a perspective touched by one who's changed Inside or out, one knows not.

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They gave me a home...

  • February 13, 2003
  • James Skemp
They gave me a home They kept me alive They told me their lies   They saw me die They heard me moan They felt me cold   They took a hold They grabbed a line They dug a hole   Never whole Never rest Never mind.

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I've seen things...

  • February 13, 2003
  • James Skemp
I've seen things I've met people I've been places All these memories POUNDING on my brain. What is reality? What is truth? Hatter can you find me? Hatter can you see me? Hatter where did she go...

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I was a sad man…

  • February 6, 2003
  • James Skemp
I was a sad man when they buried him in the cold depths. I was a sad man when they gave me the flag that my brother had rightly fought for. I was a sad man when they dug up his grave on a hot June night. I was a sad man when they caught them fools that tried to steal my brother's ring. I was a sad man when they put them in jail, instead of putting them in a loop.

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unfinished story 003

  • February 4, 2003
  • James Skemp
... but you've been here, all day, with that stupid grin on your face. And you don't even respond when I talk to you... I just need some kind of discussion, some show that you are alive, and aren't merely some mirage. I've been walking around, how can you say I'm not alive? You walk, and you walk, and you sit, and you... and you just have that dumb stupid grin on your face.

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A Bunny Story (Version 2)

  • November 4, 2002
  • James Skemp
Listen to A Bunny Story (Version 2) (MP3 format) There once was a bunny named cat, He was always called just that. When others heard he was coming, They all went a running. One day he was sitting, Out in a little field, Another came a running, Shouting into the field. “Cat! Cat!” he called. “I'm here! I'm here!” cat called. And the bunny cat was whole

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A Boy Named Robert

  • November 4, 2002
  • James Skemp

The following story was written by Robert Edwins and is reprinted here with the permission of his parents.

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IM Fun Number 001

  • November 3, 2002
  • James Skemp
JRogue14: Little bunnies JRogue14: good to eat JRogue14: breed like crazy JRogue14: but heck they're good to eat JRogue14: so let 'em breed JRogue14: more for me JRogue14: more for you JRogue14: bunnies bunnies bunnies JRogue14: They ain't crummy JRogue14: they're good for the tummy JRogue14: you think i'm a dummy? JRogue14: well that's pretty crummy JRogue14: you think i'm sick above the tummy? JRogue14: well who's the dummy?!?

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A Bunny Story (Version 1)

  • November 3, 2002
  • James Skemp
there was once a little bunny named cat when the other bunnies heard that cat was coming they always ran away one day, cat was in a field and another bunny ran by screaming 'cat cat' cat said, 'im right here' and then cat got eaten by a cat... the end

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unfinished story 002

  • October 10, 2002
  • James Skemp
She was one cool cat, as they used to say... I was in love with her, but couldn't tell her, couldn't put my heart out on the table... I'd done it before. I'd tell someone, and I'd only end up with pain, a blistering pain. I have chunks missing, each time, I have less on the scale. I try my best, I know that I do, but it's hard, you know?

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unfinished story 001

  • September 29, 2002
  • James Skemp
But the thing of it is, is that you cannot possibly know what that is like. But I don't need to try it in order to know that I am not going to like it. It's something that I know, something that I will always know. I mean, you were told by your friends what it would be like, but I don't have that, I don't have friends that I could get that information from.

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Untitled 2

  • May 2, 2001
  • James Skemp

"You can do a lot with the gardener."

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Untitled 1

  • April 20, 2001
  • James Skemp
Sometimes it appeared to him that the great master plan was to hurry his demise. Not always could this be said as true however. Good days were not few, not at all. However, this could also be seen as leading to his demise. After all, the best way to foil someone, is to instill in them a sense of invincibility, rightness. It is when one believes that they cannot fail, that they are more likely to.

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