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Today, even the hills seem blue.
Unhappiness is just happiness ~
being torn to shreds by you.
Bartleby: "I would prefer not to."
Lawyer: "But Bartleby, you've got to.
Pull yourself together, somehow,
and make a copy for me. Right now.
It's your sad lot to."
Bartleby: "I would prefer not to."
Someone stomped on my heart with their feet.
There's the red blotch ~ on their soiled bed sheet.
Doesn't look like a heart anymore ~
more like an open, festering sore.
And ~ I'm not waiting around for a repeat.
You know what I wish for the most?
That we could drive once more up the California coast,
listening to Emmylou Harris, Gram Parsons, and John Prine,
with me holding your hand, and you holding mine,
and not stopping ~ till we had safely crossed the fault line.
Here we are, finally at our loose ends,
with no more possibility for amends.
Our love's edges just got too frayed
for anyone to be able to come to our aide ~
no elf or fairy ~ who sews up, patches, or mends.
From Barcelona, she shipped me boots of Spanish leather,
with a note that said, "So you might get to understand Bob Dylan better."
And that's the last word
from her I ever heard,
and sadly, we never listened to Bob Dylan again together.
I made an appointment with me.
I was in need of some clarity.
I needed to know why it was
I felt like I was a lost cause.
And boy, did she act snottily.
The old tree on which I carved your name? ~
during last week's windstorm, down it came.
That staunch, indomitable oak,
that saw you prod and watched me poke,
is firewood now, ready for the flame.
There I see three smoking pots on the chimney top
And the fire is on the go in my country home
Where I sit in my chair made of horses hair
Soft are my feet amongst my woollen sheep's fleece
Singing
Welcome home my sweet my heart my love
Welcome home my merry band
Welcome home my sweet my heart my love
Welcome home and take my loving hand
There I see three magpies on the chimney top
They call from the roof in the hope to bring us luck
The owl hoots from the old oak tree
She is so very pleased to see me
Singing
Welcome home my sweet my heart my love
Welcome home my merry band
Welcome home my sweet my heart my love
Welcome home and take my loving hand
There I see three little bluebirds tweeting a melody
Home to our apple blossom tree
Dancing amongst the flowers
A lady speaks to me
Gathering her nectar to stir in our tea
Singing
Welcome home my sweet my heart my love
Welcome home my merry band
Welcome home my sweet my heart my love
Welcome home and take my loving hand
There I see playing happily smiles of curiosity
Our friends of furry loyalty jump up to greet me
Wagging tails and tongues our cheeky hunting parsons
Pink and panting under the evening Lilac skies
Lead me home sweet home kindness in your eyes
Singing
Welcome home my sweet my heart my love
Welcome home my merry band
Welcome home my sweet my heart my love
Welcome home and take my loving hand
The Raven by The Alan Parsons Project
https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=170&v=mfBpxfRAPo4
through my sleeping
a bit of napping
I kissed the glimpse
of a wrapper tapping...
countless creations
of ever lasting
flipped the switch
in tricks of timing
t’is only this...
at pebbles shore
the silken lips
of evermore
whispering in mist
of wishes lore
then into heaven
raven soars
and to amazement
said “once more!”
the very quoth
as heard before
“this nameless... evermore"
a heart of hope
no burden bores
as raven sights
“the Jovian shore”
and so upon
a starlight twinkling
lines of rhyme
by way of thinking
"called the raven"
linked and syncing
into a maddening
demons dream
" Welcome...
to The Screen"
Nearby, drained, workaday faces pass by:
Working people with working class woe:
Faces bent in suffering, near hopelessness, made indiscriminate rue.
But turn on the car radio as the people pass by within earshot:
Music escaping from the radio,
Like the paradisal bird escaping from the
Proverbial gilded cage:
The otherworldly, mesmerisingly liberating rock, blues, jazz, and
Poetry of the Doors;
The antic, agonized meditations and harmonies, the unfettered idealism and
Humanity, the driving, rocking rhythm of the songs of John Lennon;
The rustic, soaring harmonies, the heartfelt, universal humanity of the
"Cosmic American Music" of LA "rhinestone cowboy" Gram Parsons:
Working class faces passing by, suddenly smiling, happy looking for
The first time that day, Spirit enduring, Victory assured.
Atomic payback made impact dramatically
Physics split minute energy into mammoth
Allied forces warned Hiroshima, Nagasaki
Destroyer of worlds, Now I become death
Military master, Japan, thought threat outrageous
Devastation loomed, four tonne 'Boy' understated
Captain William Parsons' eleven crew couragous
Strategists secured success in moment awaited
Mortally haunted, Heaven bound warrior, Tibbet
Executed bitter battle's end with dual blast pinnacle
Blood fry in nuclear fire equals life's instant inhibit
Barrel of boiling tar nuclear, dark enemy formidable
Warfare honing hails modern science triumphant
High flying stealth hit dismissive city, Hiroshima
80 000 obliterated in blast's mighty circumference
Spurred surrendour from horror, West's redeemer
War's tragic trail of destruction is never desirable
Japan's lax defense conceded their due fire cease
Bleeding Harbour sped innovation for global survival
Deadly allied attack rendered long needed peace
15th August 2020
Those with a culinary masterplan
Know go for neon glow talisman
Spick & span with fancy dan elan
Wooing doing the cooing can-can
Riot on a diet expands my lifespan
Wrinkle free wry mystery Peter Pan
Doorman to sly new world deadpan
For sushi like John Belushi a madman
Oodles of noodles like silky doodles
Caveman craved calming ramen amen
In a hurry then lasso a curry.. yep Katsu
From svelte purveyor and belt conveyor
Time to have a durry in the rusty daihatsu
Beg for an egg sandwich from heaven
Palette parsons from Lawsons not 7/11
Stricken saved by nori or yakitori chicken
Remembers glory of flaming embers story
Or ditty of look at me too pretty sashimi
Detect such respect in every single aspect
Mingle & scan no defect full effect scran
No also ran but our number one suspect
Wasabi touch of ginger..trusty kemo sabe
Culture protect am a fan can only be Japan
It was in eighteen eighty-six in the streets of Chicago,
where the greatest miscarriage of justice people would know
transpired in an infamous labor-police rendezvous.
Albert Parsons led eighty thousand people on revue.
The strikers marched down Chicago’s Michigan Avenue.
The Knights of Labor were sponsors for the work stoppage venue.
Demands for shorter work hours and no child labor were made.
This would be regarded as the world’s first May Day parade.
Thousands nationwide would join in with the activities
In the next few days, the striking workers stopped whole industries.
On the third, some strikers and police engaged in melees.
These actions resulted in two ill-fated fatalities.
The struggles also caused some severe hideous injuries.
The fights took place at the McCormick Harvester Company.
Many held the police for murderous culpability.
Organizers from the Knights of Labor held a mass rally
at the Haymarket in Chicago’s West Loop vicinity.
They would assemble there in the early part of May.
Thousands crowded there peacefully on the month’s fourth day.
Leaflets were passed noting the police for murder to the crowd
as anarchists urged the mobs to join forces and shout aloud.
A bomb thrown at the police catalyzed an altercation.
One officer was killed and others hurt in the explosion.
Matthias Degan was the officer fallen in duty.
Seven other policemen died later from an injury.
The police opened fire on the people immediately.
At least eleven of the strikers were shot at fatally.
Eight men stood trial for the death of police officer Degan.
They were Parsons, August Spies, George Engel, Samuel Fielden,
Adolf Fischer, Louis Lingg, Michael Schwab, and Oscar Neebe.
All eight were tried and found guilty by a judge and jury.
Neebe got fifteen years; the others got the death penalty.
Schwab and Fielden were commuted to life; then got clemency.
Lingg took his own life before his scheduled execution.
The remaining four men were hanged in public exhibition.
Since then, there have been enacted many labor reform laws
The men who died are considered martyrs to a noble cause.
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