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  The Last Cup [please add an ending]

  by compound complex in

  1. jw
  2. friends

  good morning, fellow posters and friends:.

  please use your imagination to complete this little tale.

  several endings came to me while drinking my morning cup of coffee on the patio.. thanks.. cc.

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  Thanks, nicolaou, 3rdgen, OUTLAW, and PeteZ:

  Imaginative and thought-provoking!

  My thought was I'm converting to Mormonism.

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  The Last Cup [please add an ending]

  by compound complex in

  1. jw
  2. friends

  good morning, fellow posters and friends:.

  please use your imagination to complete this little tale.

  several endings came to me while drinking my morning cup of coffee on the patio.. thanks.. cc.

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  Good morning, fellow posters and friends:

  Please use your imagination to complete this little tale. Several endings came to me while drinking my morning cup of coffee on the patio.

  Thanks.

  CC

  The early morning breeze gently rumpled the glistening crowns of new spring growth on the stately black oaks in my forested glen. Hands wrapped tightly around my chipped but still serviceable old coffee mug, I tried to gather a little warmth for my bare hands and arms. While savoring the last mouthful of robust French roast, I sat shivering on a rusty patio glider and watched the remnants of tattered shreds of cloud scud away. Another aborted rain storm; nothing short of a miracle will end this four-year California drought. No March miracle in the works . . .

  This state of meteorological affairs only heightened my personal sense of sadness -- despair? -- that this oh so "good-to-the-last-drop" cuppa would be my last.

  You, dear reader, may wonder why . . .
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  At Peace, at Last

  by compound complex in

  1. jw
  2. friends

  a cool sense of tranquility overtakes my troubled spirit.. i emerge slowly from a deeply entrenched, lifelong nightmare and proceed into gentle reverie, into quiet wakefulness.

  youthful ideals, embodied in vaporous form before me, are a black reminiscence, threatening to return as an untold want having neither name nor substance, only a niggling dig that skewers my soul.

  i shut it out, shut out all the noise in the head: irrational thought, excessive thinking that leads to depression, to insanity.

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  A very dear and precious, butterfly, Miss Drew!

  Thank you so much!

  CoCo
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  At Peace, at Last

  by compound complex in

  1. jw
  2. friends

  a cool sense of tranquility overtakes my troubled spirit.. i emerge slowly from a deeply entrenched, lifelong nightmare and proceed into gentle reverie, into quiet wakefulness.

  youthful ideals, embodied in vaporous form before me, are a black reminiscence, threatening to return as an untold want having neither name nor substance, only a niggling dig that skewers my soul.

  i shut it out, shut out all the noise in the head: irrational thought, excessive thinking that leads to depression, to insanity.

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  Thank you, rip, floriferous, and zeb, for your welcome replies!

  Those words to "Stardust" are very meaningful, rip, because I recently learned and performed that song at a dinner/dance/play. A dear friend is related to Hoagy.

  Yes, flori, anxious thoughts -- I get them all the time myself. I'm glad those words helped!

  I appreciate the thought, zeb. I've been writing online for quite a while. If you search "DARK MOON," on this site, you'll see similar stuff: prose poetry.

  With gratitude,

  CoCo
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  At Peace, at Last

  by compound complex in

  1. jw
  2. friends

  a cool sense of tranquility overtakes my troubled spirit.. i emerge slowly from a deeply entrenched, lifelong nightmare and proceed into gentle reverie, into quiet wakefulness.

  youthful ideals, embodied in vaporous form before me, are a black reminiscence, threatening to return as an untold want having neither name nor substance, only a niggling dig that skewers my soul.

  i shut it out, shut out all the noise in the head: irrational thought, excessive thinking that leads to depression, to insanity.

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  Greetings, wannaexit and NVR2L8:

  Thank you for your kind words; they are very much appreciated.

  Related to the above text are words below that harken back to my life as a young pioneer, then later as a Bethelite. I had many wonderful experiences, but I do feel the same pain which you reference, NVR. My heart goes out to you and all us other lost souls . . .

  My much older, wiser and jaded shell of spent humanity gazes downward through an opened pane of filthy glass. I eye with menace my youthful, scrubbed ruddiness and earnestness. Though dressed in somewhat worn hand-me-down threads, my tattered saintliness won over not a few souls. Little did I then realize that the inherent naturalness of youthful persuasion had been reeled in, unhooked and shoved into the creel of rigid and uncompromising uniformity. Unwittingly, I had been selling my own soul while in the process of winning over the souls of trusting men, women, children.

  From my enlightened vantage point I look back in time, I look down at my beautiful, young manhood. From a darkened pane I see my reflection and despise what I have become. Strangely, a cool sense of tranquility washes over me as I come out of my reverie, my black reminiscence.
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  At Peace, at Last

  by compound complex in

  1. jw
  2. friends

  a cool sense of tranquility overtakes my troubled spirit.. i emerge slowly from a deeply entrenched, lifelong nightmare and proceed into gentle reverie, into quiet wakefulness.

  youthful ideals, embodied in vaporous form before me, are a black reminiscence, threatening to return as an untold want having neither name nor substance, only a niggling dig that skewers my soul.

  i shut it out, shut out all the noise in the head: irrational thought, excessive thinking that leads to depression, to insanity.

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  A cool sense of tranquility overtakes my troubled spirit.

  I emerge slowly from a deeply entrenched, lifelong nightmare and proceed into gentle reverie, into quiet wakefulness. Youthful ideals, embodied in vaporous form before me, are a black reminiscence, threatening to return as an untold want having neither name nor substance, only a niggling dig that skewers my soul.

  I shut it out, shut out all the noise in the head: irrational thought, excessive thinking that leads to depression, to insanity. Yet, I am hopeful that devils of the past are blocked approach to me by a portcullis that guards both heart and mind.

  I see but darkly my amorphous reflection and sense it is a phantom, not the real me. From behind scudding clouds comes an awakened moon that illumes my way and shows inner turmoil in a light once unfamiliar to me. I suffered a turbulent youth and truly do welcome the slow and spiraling descent into older age; I am not afraid . . .

  The black shadow of the walking dead, cast upon the asphalt by a gracious moon, shall be my companion.

  
  
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  Epic Discussion ( Confrontation ) with JW Cart People about WT Child Abuse

  by flipper in

  1. watchtower
  2. child-abuse

  so i had about had enough of reading jw's excuses online about wt child abuse and the candace conti nightline abc video about her case.

  this is a really deep burning topic to me as i'm sure it is to many of you.

  so today the gloves came off.

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  Mr. Flipper:

  I believe, from reading past reports, that Candace was never baptized. If that is so, she was never officially a JW, i.e., not a former Witness.

  ?

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  The Edit

  by compound complex in

  1. social
  2. humour

  original:.

  mary had a little lamb.

  whose fleece was white as snow,.

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  Oubliette, EQV, and Hairtrigger:

  I am speechless!

  A deafening silence of the lamb ensues.

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  The Edit

  by compound complex in

  1. social
  2. humour

  original:.

  mary had a little lamb.

  whose fleece was white as snow,.

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  ORIGINAL:

  You whisper in my ear that never will you leave me.

  But you died -- you died! -- at such a time that I

  Could not stand alone, nor take a step, unless

  First you gave a shoulder 'pon which to cry.

  Then, then I should take that lonely road

  Less traveled . . .

  EDIT:

  You promised never to leave me.

  Your death leaves me all alone.

  I'm on my own now, helpless.

  I need support to stand, to

  Walk the lonely road that

  Twists and turns ahead.

  You lied to me . . .

  
  
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  The Edit

  by compound complex in

  1. social
  2. humour

  original:.

  mary had a little lamb.

  whose fleece was white as snow,.

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  Greetings, Magnum:

  Have you ever landed four-footed, with questioning brain and feeling heart at odds, on the question of the ages. Beauty is in the eye (and ear) of the beholder?

  Much ink has been spilled on what you have pondered, as well as many an oral discussion over what works and what doesn't. Working the fine arts since earliest childhood, I have my thoughts -- shared by others -- yet there is no concrete way to delineate between objective and subjective evaluation. I believe that it is a rare, precise combination of brilliant technique and heart- and sense-touching emotion that will hold onlookers in their thrall.

  I love your analysis of my edit. You saw economy and barrenness, yet stopped to reconsider . . . there might be beauty in what initially seems devoid of life. Well put! You have given my little edit more credit than I.

  More to follow. I, now, am favoring the notion that less is more in my own verse.

  Gratefully,

  CoCo