2003-05-02 - 10:45 p.m.
peer ahead -- what do you see?
fear and dread? catastrophe?
nearly dead -- "hey watch that tree!
s'verely bled -- "hey look at me!"
someone's always
bummin' hallways
something's always
coming, all they
talk about is
stalkers
rowdies
burning stages
blowing cloudies
turning rages
Ghans and Saudis
shooting gauges
at Yorktown she's
rolling wages
gettin' down, these
thugs all ages
murdered marriages
shattered lives and
horse drawn carriages
curtains hiding
who is riding
he looked good and
so inviting
ten years later
they're together
he must hate her
she can never
understand why
though she's clever
he's a nice guy
but he'll sever
her life -- WHY? why?
.
cut the TV
draw the curtain
you won't see me
that's for certain
till you tune in
to the genuine
true communion
do come in again
review the union
eschew carcinogens
.
where's this going?
remove the spin of men
there's a knowing
beyond your acumen
.
take the real of
what you feel, love
put it down in
strokes renowned in
funky essence
colors drowned in
effervescence
a secret found in
someone's presence
.
make strokes that weather
fair brush the feather
the outcast foam of surf
and restless sea
to spout past home sweet earth
into the free
expanse beyond the bluffs
which hold the beach in binding cuffs
and limit liquid's rolling will
by such decree
I'll take my fill
of every pressure point or flowing venturi
and in the still of freedom ranch
I'll peer ahead into expanse
And see exactly how it isn't going to be
But that would make the forest separate from the tree
There's still a way to rise above eternity
And it's not a thing you earn, oh no, it's free!
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