Tag: Poetry
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Seeking Its Level
Seeking Its Level As a stream windes downLooking for the seaSo life seeks outIts own conclave-ity Parallels between life and waterAre ancient and universalThey both seek their levelThey both reach for their source Existance cycles from sourceTo level to source – water is lifeNo water – we’re extinct – beliefeSystems – indulged irrelavance –LE
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Where They Never Say Your Name
Where They Never Say Your Name by Eilen Jewell I rode sixteen wheels all the waySixteen nights and lonely daysI’m going back, I wish I never cameI’m going someplace where they never say your name You kept me up all night with your coke and ginLeft me next morning and turned me inAnd that’s evil,…
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Manly BS
Manly BS I’m a manThat I amThe morning’s chillBut I don’t care See, my chest is bare‘Cause I’m a manWhen I catch that chillAs I surely will I won’t cryAs I die‘Caue I’m a manUnderstand? To prove myselfI’ll play the gameBear the pain ’causeI’m a man Bull Shit! –LE
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Poetry In Motion
Arabian Dance AcroBuoBallet This is pure ellagance and symytry, audio, and visual poetry.
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Green Serene – Dreams in Blue and Red
A couple of my old ones from the mid-eighties. Green Serene The color green is so sereneBrings to mind a summer dayResting in the shade ofYour favorite treeBe it oak or elmOr any kind you happen to see Reclining in cool grassesWatching golden raysTurn the canopy luminousThe filtered light an emerald hazeThat lulls me fast…
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The Sound of Silence
The Sound of SilencePaul Simon Hello darkness my old friendI’ve come to talk with you againBecause a vision softly creepingLeft its seeds while I was sleepingAnd the vision that was planted in my brainStill remainsWithin the sound of silence In restless dreams I walked aloneNarrow streets of cobblestone‘Neath the halo of a street lampI turned…
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Premature Death
Spirit vs Form – A Poor Life vs No Life 11/1/83This poem fits into the timeline of the memoir around this point. Chris (my brother) told me of our tragedy last night, the death of my sister Becky’s baby, only 2 hrs old. Time for another reassessment of my views on life, death, and the…
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Youngstown
Youngstown LyricsBy Bruce Springsteen [Verse 1]Here in northeast Ohio, back in 1803James and Dan Heaton found the ore that was lining Yellow CreekThey built a blast furnace here along the shoreAnd they made the cannonballs that helped the Union win the war [Chorus]Here in YoungstownHere in YoungstownMy sweet Jenny, I’m sinking downHere, darling, in Youngstown…
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Wild Magic
Another old one from the early ’80s… Places it in the same time-window that I’m currently describing in my continuing memoir. Wild Magic I am the wild magicThe promise of oldIn order to articulateI must learn to be bold The entire universeWill dance to my tuneBut first – shed the cacconBehold the sun and moon…
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Blackbird by Paul McCartney
Blackbird by Paul McCartney Blackbird singing in the dead of nightTake these broken wings and learn to flyAll your lifeYou were only waiting for this moment to arise Blackbird singing in the dead of nightTake these sunken eyes and learn to seeAll your lifeYou were only waiting for this moment to be free Blackbird, flyBlackbird,…
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