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From the First of December Farewell my friends, for tonight I embark on a journey. And so rise the crimson waves. But I've got a few parting words. I read 'A Season in Hell' this afternoon and saw that the answer, if real, cannot be found on this earth, but it may lie underground. This …
'...It all died with Kennedy,' said I from beneath hollow ground. 'I see it all so clearly. Does it still live with Kennedy? Still...' 'What's that?' asked my neighbor, I couldn't make out his face. 'The American Dream?' 'What's that?' he asked again. 'Some kind of peace? Some prosperity?' I didn't answer him for I …
Where the winds dance so fierce and passerby enchant, Where the dreams lie low, steered, beneath the dim lit street lamps, I stand wide-eyed and smiling, though frozen cold and standing alone. This is a city, though never singing, so wise so old, for San Francisco. Where sad-eyed dogs they trot, and children remain away …
I remember being a small boy and staying awake during the nap hour of pre-school, since I never liked going to sleep and its calling forth of that inevitable and so sorrowful end to a day, much as it still seems to do now. So I stayed awake in the dark room, we all did, …
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I wanna put you in a dinner dress, get you looking like an Italian woman in the countryside. Living off the vine. The dress will fall to just below your knees And against the rural wall you'll lean, Passioned and endearing, smiling at me And you'll wear no shoes. The dress is delicate and thinly …
An unexpected message from an old acquaintance, a teacher from childhood, adolescence, telling me that he was getting burned too often to remain teaching. Think the sincerity, the candor, as he calls it, of my last letter to him might've been too much to allow for any prompt reply on his part. As I look …
This Girl. This girl. Who I crave and want to know more about. Share in that laughter. That laugh of hers riveting, youthful. Joyous. She is the desert highway child, Young and reckless, drives me wild. I came in on chariots of thunder when she came right out, snuck in from under, Desert nymph. Oh, …
Thoughts, feelings return in the chatter and laughter the sacred warmth of the night hereafter Living in a drought, staring at the reservoir holding back pain A circling force the invisible rain Still beneath the toasty smoke she skips, The oblivious child watched by her elder brother so loving as coffee's roasting and the patrons …
There is a girl who walks in and she owns the night. Dressed in black. Her skin is fair and Latin, And her dress fits her tight. Her name is Maria. I see the fire flicker deep within the autumn of her eyes. Her lips are red and warm, Like a rose in dim lamplight, …
Los Angeles, CA When the shooting happened I wanted to ask all to say a prayer for our fellow man, but instead I kept quiet and said the prayer myself. The incident speaks for itself. Been wanting to write a lot lately and this morning I cannot remember my dream. They fade away so fast …
Before the stars fall tonight, Fasten your seat belts. It's going to be a bumpy ride. A legend Burning invincible Spreading across the light Splitting apart the darkest night A star, so bright She sang She danced Kept men imprisoned Stuck in an abusive trance But oh, she was lovely Capable of such love Later …
As the trains, they roll on by Ignorant of that gleam in you eye I thought I heard the whisper of the rain I turn around and the same passerby, gray concrete remains These tunnels, these tracks I might call home Though I heard somewhere, another light had once shone In a dream I remember …
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In the valleys of Rimbaud Yea in the valleys of Hendrix’s Neptune In the valleys of Azure, yea I feel the winds of violet coming soon I’m on a ship that will lead to the stars I’m taking it on, to Venus and to Mars Won’t you come with me baby Won’t you sing while …
Tom Waits and violet roses. Man I want it all. Satisfaction is death and I crave the gritty night sidewalks of LA. These days I want to recall the old voices and heroes. Oh Tom Waits, you are such a man. The voice for the outcast and prideful soul. The observant soul that stares from …
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Keep the night, baby Keep it going to no end Keep it forever, for our time here together It is a Godsend. When the sun went down this evening baby You know, I saw the look in your eyes. The stars rose, the pillars of heaven shone And we stared straight into the night sky. …
Blonde-haired beauty Calico nymph looking at me with a gun in your hand. Your eyes still and smile warm. Where you gonna be tomorrow morn’. Look me in the eyes, luckless lady You gonna run for tomorrow Lips narrow Be soft Be quick And remember to carry your matchsticks You told me ‘thanks for the …
Lying in the bedroom the future's hidden stone-cold expression piercing smoke filled air and with every empty kiss still you leave me breathless Your shoulder bare, lit like a child’s moon Humming softly it's late in the afternoon. Your hair, tousled & blonde, Still breathing, Searching a wandering dawn Let me have your gun, babe …
Jude clings to the hope of the cross And wants to find the meaning of it all And he finds with passing years, and at every human loss He finds solace in the new day’s dawn In the eyes of those who kill to crawl In the children of the fall Bless us all your …
I imagine my mother When she was young, she was me As I am my son. She was a searcher Passionate so Wise for her years But wanting to know more Yea you saw the yearning in her eyes And you see it now in mine Those eyes that stared deep into those of the …
Jesus smiled at me when I decided to no longer pray Go out into the lands, said he Go out and I’ll be there on the other side I’ll be holding your walking shoes You and me, we were meant for great things And we’ll go out together The invincible church consists of all human …
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