Music Epic Poems

On the first day of school, I long for its end, 
Yearning for my Jag family, my heart's dear friend.
The food, a tragic horror, but...

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With every gust of wind, secret taboo,
secreting a web a cocooned prison 
of liquid knowing, flowing,
emulsifying impossibly old and new.
In the beyond of the known,...

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Down the aisle where two worlds meet,
Separation and fate meet together,
And a lonely traveler walks through the fog,
Following the call of your heart.

He is looking...

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Travel and dance 
When the spirit leads me 
I travel with time 
I move so naturally high 
I feel all blessings nature gives 
I never...

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...As the years went by Nick’s playing
came less often, as he wandered,
he just became a vagabond,
going to almshouses in winter.

That’s how he came to Watertown
in...

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...His performances went for hours,
even when people drifted off,
he’d kept playing in the tavern
regardless of what others thought.

He would wind down like some old clock,
sometime...

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In the year of 1880,
in Watertown, northern New York,
a man walked into an almshouse,
looked no different from other poor.

The man’s dress was quite slovenly,
he was...

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“Before The Firing Squad”



the firing squad 
came dressed
in faux smiles

the intervention cake 
was spoon fed, like honey,
by mother superior

to the lesser bee,
with self-righteous
magnanimity

she wore the...

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I went past them tonight. There was like ten
Or maybe twelve. Few girls, but mostly boys
It's dark outside, but mild enough for men
To go out...

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A babe born, in darkness braved
Bring love to the world if only for a day
No questions asked, nor answered, nor saved
Let peace abide in every...

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...The outcome of this didn't come overnight,
but soon folks noticed an increase in fights,
a spate of new inventions, new and improved,
flush of music and literature...

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The cold air seemed to help clear his head but the lullaby was persistent and 
he could not get it out of his mind. ...

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The appearance of his old friend brought new thoughts of his mother and, Nordgrend, the town in which  they spent the last few years....

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"Slow Gin and Astral Conversations"



A maze me?

I’m the architect 
of my own destiny
he beguiled her 
incessantly 
from the depths of 
his bottled up Carceri
she knew...

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Satan has a story to tell
The preacher man said 
Satan was a proud angel 
Sent away from heaven 
To earth after the wars in heaven
Clearly...

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