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AND when you’re riding
around in your cadium car
baby you don’t want
to look at me
— I made a wish upon a star
you took it down
with your burning stare
Why is it you don’t care?
When all you do is
beg for more of me?
when you don’t care
We drive along the ridge
of Misspent Youth
And all the while
you blow your bubble gum
— into the air – you don’t care
red high heels and fashion stare
And you’re wishing upon a star
looking for a time machine
to bring back your days of youth
don’t you care…don’t you care???
What’cha do what’cha do what’cha do
Please tell me what to do…
Please tell me what to do…
Tel me what to do!!!
Cadium car…
Cadium car…
wish upon a star
::01/03/2014::
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FOUGHT in the trenches of France
the screams belied the deeds
Instead of ‘for country!’
more said for love of mother
The trench reeked of gas
but the tents smelled of smoke
if you had’em you smoked’em
boots rotted and socks to hell
The voyage to paradise made
— Lady Liberty with her staff
as stiff as any military man
the diesel smoke choked many
Prohibition ran into my roads
From Chicago to musty Atlanta
bullets, broads, booze and brute
there I met my fate in rain-lead
Say nothing to the solider
speak low my ghost-friend
you were there too – I know
even though you don’t remember
::01/03/2014::
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I DON’T even want to say hello
unless the cat has run away
could you be more explicit
in your demanding ways
I don’t even want to feed the fish
who says the ocean can’t live
if your love isn’t given my way
Life was easy when it was boring
nothing more than schemes of thieving
so it was when I woke up this morning
Life is so blue when colors run south
I don’t’ even believe in the fairy
who says the rabbit likes the eggs
and Santa has it easy with his wife
Rudolph gives more than his red light
Life is boring but when I’m snoring
life has more than just a meaning
life is dreaming without a reason
I can dream of schemes…
when I’m dreaming in my sleep!
::01/03/2014::
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BLUE rains falling
— a taste of pain
Mother Earth smells
— her moist soil…
pre-natal assault
reminds me of you
I was born
before I had a soul
Laughing rays
— the sun is a whore
— she gives her light
to everyone…
I don’t want you
to be a star
unless you shine
just for me
Blue rains falling
it drives me insane
Blue rains falling
we’re one in the same
I can’t even walk
— a cobble stone
let alone
— a lifetime alone…
unless you give
to me your love
Who says two lovers
can’t be the same
Blue rains deliver such love
you will see such love in darkness
And you will find such love
when you find your heart in him
::01/03/2014::
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I gave away
a smile today
in a most
unusual way
It was not
with a thank-you
even though
a polite-depart
but cast I did
like a fisherman —
I placed it upon
a silver hook
in hopes of catching
a hungry heart
::01-03-2014::
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NOT only is love tragic
it is surely cannibalistic
as it eats the very ones
that it loves…
1 Comment | tags: #cannibal, #dark, #human condition, #hunger, #life, #love, #poet, #poetry, #writer, #writing | posted in Love, Poetry
AND when I walked
the path toward the light
and you said that I could not see
what you meant was nothing darkness
and in the light I knew your heart
it was made of clay and dirt
and in this dirt you woke me up
and I saw the light within you
and we made the world into this rock
and so we reap now what we sow
Who will see the light within this darkness
who will make some sense of this?
I can only hope for light and love
and love is what we need this day
You will see light in the darkness
you will make some sense of this
and in the morning when you awaken
there will be a butterfly for you
Who will see the light within the dark
can you take this staff of light
and make it yours to remake this world?
I give you the dream of living life
::01-02/2014 ::
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WITH the cold greet of a night moon
something stirred within my soul
nothing human or even creature
a nameless feeling – I fell awake
And I walk amongst the few
who know the feeling of walking too
like a stroll within a river
each footstep thick and clever
I greet the moon and her cloak
a silver shower of comfort too
and my friends — the nocturnal
are ones who know my nameless face
we live the night and sometimes even
mostly a kill I’d share with them
but these nights even so much more
an ancient lullaby of tragic lore
Tonight I taste the silver light
dripping across the twilight land
and though I cannot your name remember
the lust and hunger for you is alive
I’m hungry for you…still hungry for you
very hungry for you…
::01/02/2014
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AND so blew in the winds across
the barren lands of vast disillusion
and into the window of your mind…
The canary called by a song as you fell
upon the space across a cliff
and down you spread
– crying-hope –
within your arms bitter-taste despair
by salt-pain bearing enduring – not sparing
fearing the loss of love
::01/02/2014::
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IN cranial space
— knowing not evil
lurking there…
weakly I crawl
into razor-tears
So often
forgotten
so deathly near
is my fear
Today near death
— but grazed
nothing happened
but life
Tomorrow’s chance:
a touch of death
Cold-nights bring
black void-ignorance
death-kiss teach-us fear
tomorrow happens – for some
the end more near
::01/02/2014::
Leave a comment | tags: #darkness, #death, #drugs, #fear, #life, #poet, #poetry, #sadness, #suicide, #tears, #untimely, #weep, #writer, #writing | posted in Death, Eternity, Nature, Poetry
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