Eric's on the road again, another show just around the bend,
Guitar in hand, and his aviators on to avoid the glare of those stage lights in his eyes
(they're so blinding otherwise)
He'll be singing his heart out from somewhere tonight
and he loves it when he gets people singing his songs,
he always does his best to greet them with a smile,
they can chill with him like friends and family
for a while
Whether their lives are going great or wrong outside the walls of that concert hall
By: J.N.R Dutton
For Eric Clapton
One day a friend asked
if a single note
struck by his hand
could make someone cry.
Yesterday I watched a video
of him in concert, his life
played out in a progressions
of riffs and chords as his life
played out on stage and the light
shown upon him.
I call it passion.
I call it love.
Blue lights, red lights, yellow.
O how he has lived beyond
the worst times of his life.
I admit I’ve lived hard times, too,
And to this day I admit
I look for his song.
Outside my window
a leaf turned color
falls to the ground—
and the year passes with a whisper.
The housecat sits at the top
of the stairs, while downstairs
someone stirs, but lyrics run
through my head, such passion.
My mind’s eye sees the faces
of women I loved. I’m left
with unfinished conversations.
Eric Patrick Clapton
failed at being a sea captain
great guitarist who started many bands
and earned the sobriquet Slow Hand
TRIM ERIC
Two longhaired lads went to the barber
The one with one ear showing was Eric
Yet some resentment he might harbour
If his haircut style was thought esoteric
The one with one ear showing was Eric
Just a trim he said, and not too short
A few snips here and there he thought
Yet some resentment he might harbour
If the haircut were to make it even
So he said I’ll wait, first do Steven
But Steve then pointed back to Eric
Do his, as classic short back and sides
Ensuring a central parting divides
The breaking news is about Eric:
That he now wants to be a cleric,
Eyes on scriptures that once pissed him off,
His time for verses that stirred his cough.
Satan has, since, been mad, tears at nights.
But-trust him - is bouncing back for fights!
Now tells Eric that he is robust,
Bulging muscles all over his bust,
His argument that the vigorous
Wisely faces the Damned Rigorous!
Satan shall for Eric cancel 'Cleric'
Meet the Branch Manager of Berec
To present Eric as "Battery"
The fact voicing not as flattery.
Do you remember yourself,
When were you ugly and real?
When was the order in the mind,
before you put the order on the face?
What did you bring on after that?
Where did the fading sun lead?
It seems awfully naive to think that you're the only ones
In such a vast universe you know so little about.
There are millions and millions of planets, moons, and suns
That can harbor the possibility of life, throughout.
The smartest people of the human race on planet Earth
Can't even fathom the knowledge of what really exists.
Your species is so young, comparatively, in its birth
To what's really out there beyond that with which you subsist.
I'm of a species that your mind can't even understand.
We came to Earth millions of years before you existed.
We stuck around longer than we originally planned.
When it was time to leave, many of our kind resisted.
So, we left them behind, something many of us regret.
But we thought, at the time, that it was the right thing to do.
Our friends died a horrible death, and we were so upset.
We all took a vow to never again return to you.
But you dig up their bones like some sort of disgusting prize.
You rebuild them and put them in museums on display.
Soon, you will be gone and after your horrible demise,
We'll return to Earth and bury them in a proper way.
JADEN ERIC
Acrostic
Jovial in conversation
In Martial Arts he is a champion
Dedicated to his duty and to his study
PridE and joy of his parents
Humble and Nice to his elders.
Energetic young man
Friendly and Respectful to others
Intelligent, good-looking and fine young man
Courteous, polite and gentle.
***
Sleep of one night
Was cut up into pieces
As a celebration pie.
So much noise because of noise.
It’s your fault I’m in a cold sweat,
That i get wet in the rain ,
That I’m freezing
And admired the maiden Nan !
Cause it’s only your face
I want to find.
***
What lies in this?
Are my ears betraying me? My eyes?
Is time betraying me that I have lived?
Crazy creation,
So noble while not young in vain,
At times, shouts the right words
In an ecumenical uproar.
For whom? For the self?
I would like to make the cut where you are,
Look into the insane eyes,
Not move a bit where others are raving,
And holding my awe, self-annihilate.
***
I know,
You need nothing .
You’ re alone ,
In the desert of winds and storms .
Exuding colors of bronze ,
And excite The lend of Egypt.
You are the stronghold of temples,
Mine,
And Tombs.
***
Confess
In pitch darkness
That your in love with me
Or as I did , to myself
That I’m good and sweet.
But in loneliness can see
Metamorphosis how intolerable and insane i am.
But for this night
It doesn’t matter,
Cause snuggled
We are to gather .
Canvas and ghost ,
Take me up, higher.
We know how to fly
Let us scare them.
Blood and shadow.
Pain and the one
Who taking it away.
***
Hear me from the most of lower.
From the well.
From the ground under your foot.
From lowered fist
And the chest pocket.
From the hands of her and yours,
Clasped to gather above the head.
blackbird tree penthouse
neatly nestled at house top
all in the Family
***
Euthanised all.
Whole.
Paralysed .
Things that don’t concern you,
I will throw.
It’s you
I want to afford .
Wish clever nape
To my fingers to grant .
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