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Time passing me by
Leaving emptiness
Moments I’ve cried
Feeling the Judas kiss
I’ve reached out my soul
In the wilderness
Explored deep inside
For a moments bliss
Only to find
Stark frozen nothingness
Where should have been
A tenderness
Once inside a living soul
There before the drummers roll
I felt the feeling
A lovers kiss
The emptiness that lives
Now inside
A place, a sanctuary
In which it died
The lost forgotten
Times we cried
There’s nowhere left
In which to hide
Sometimes something is given me
To love and nurture
In silent dreams
But it isn’t always what it seems
Do I live in the past
Oh! No
The moment has past
Well so!
Slipping slowly in a silent plea
Wishing she’d feel whats inside of me
Knowing that never will she see
The couple we were meant to be
Searing heat
We were that once
Lovers and better
Friends we were
Time took it’s toll
It all took my soul
Now here we sit
The room frozen cold
Not a word
Could be heard
Through the silence
Undisturbed
We used to talk
Now we don’t
We used to kiss
Now we don’t
We used to hold hands
Now we don’t
We used to laugh
Now we don’t
We used to love, oh did we love
Now we don’t
I used to cry
Now I won’t
We failed at what we thought was eternal
Turned into something infernal
Till there’s nothing left
To change this journal
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There are these things
These things that I see
Some times creeping up inside of me
Twilight’s fleeting memories
Memories in time
Memories in rhyme
Memories i"ve hidden
When I wanted to be blind
No matter how I try to suppress
Inside broken trying to repress
There’s that moment I reach
Deeply into the mess
Hide a ride a widowed bride
Hide forever together inside
I’m screaming can’t you hear me
I cried
Who is she?
This demon this woman my Bride
Why is it she haunts me so deeply inside
There before the crooked arrow
Cold winds blow
The moment has come
Where is the dawn
Where is the sun
I was there for a moment
I felt the caress
The sweet lovely softness
The taste of her breath
A minute together
In a wicker chair
Kisses soft and sweet
The moments we’d share
Holding hands tightly
I do
Together forever
We two
Why did I think it was a nursery rhyme?
A lifetime is a very long time
There are moments of high and deep dieing lows
But always I have to understand she’s mine
Close the windows
Lock the doors
Making love passionately
On the living room floor
Skip a beat
Clock chimes nine
How come nothing seems
To fall into rhyme
Again I’m looking
But oh can not find
A script that was written
A story that was mine
For two are a couple
And they don’t always rhyme
But in life it isn’t possible
To rhyme all the time
Love is the answer
Love is the rhyme
Love for the moment
Love all the time
She is love she is the rhyme she is the moment and she’s all the time
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Into a place inside the mind
Rivers flowing cascades of time
Violent winds
Melting rhymes
See a colour before my eyes
A song playing softly
The multitudes cried
As a baby was born
My friend died
Because of Viet Nam
People cried
But nobody heard
We saw it creeping
Knowing in time
Death always wins out
Now it’s been decades Bobby’s been sleeping
Time takes the child
Raises him up
Army takes the boy
Makes him a man
Sometimes the boy
Is not ready to be a man
But along comes war
And forces his hand
How many young men
Both living and dead
Living in peace time
Different thoughts in their heads
How many doctors
How many cops
How many teachers
How many mechanics
How many priests
How many artists
How many politicians
How many disc jockeys
How many weathermen
How many fathers
Sending their boys off to war
Knowing when they if they return
Will be their boys no more
Haunted eyed soldier
Stands at parade rest
The names of his buddies
Tattooed on his chest
Till home he arrives
No welcoming band
Just a needle and a bottle cap
And a stone with the rest
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In love with the moment
This minute in thyme
Please cross me immediately
From this quiet line
I ‘ve a problem a problem with my line this little bit of solace this stupidity of myne
For in living I seem to get this ringing in my ears
This phone call that brings
A torrent of tears
Clear my dear
It’s realy clear
These fantastic thoughts
A slow blinding fear
Whats inside of me
I can not see
Come for a ride with me
Never know what you’ll see
Blak the lights out
Black can you see
Hey are you listening
Are you here with me
I’m alone
Here in my home
The place where I live
Cold as a stone
I kept a silent wayfare
There’s strength in numbers
A thought I recalled
As I found myself banging my head upon the wall
I see blood
Blood on the wall
I hear the old man calling
Please don’t let me fall
Brunswick moment
They haunt me still
Reaching inside of me
Looking for the kill
See a little piece of time
Screaming quietly within my mind
I was there
Once upon a time
She came to see me
She traveled far
On the train
To see a scar
There we were
Just us two
Loving on the grass
Just us two
I’m back
I think
A momentary blink
Looking down at the abyss in which I can sink
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Standing stones in a field of green
Countless lives, broken dreams
Where is the child
Lost to the years
Bicycle rides, flying a kite
A new dawns brightness, a twinkie’s first bite
The innocence of the youngster
A river of tears
Child grows and goes off to school
There he’s taught the golden rule
While behind their masks,idology and cries
They neglect to mention sometimes people die
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SUMMER NIGHTS QUIET BROKEN BY THE SOUNDS OF VOICES
SOFT WHISPERS BREATHED BETWEEN LOVERS
WAVES LAPPING AT THE SIDES OF BOATS THE WIND WHISTELING IN THE RIGGINGS
I CAN ALMOST FEEL HER NOW
THE FIRST TIME
OUT ALONE IN A CAR TOGETHER
DREAMS SOMETIMES DO COME TRUE
EVEN WHEN YOU’RE WIDE AWAKE
SOFT SKIN GLISTENING IN THE MOONLIGHT
HER EYES SLEEPY
BUT EVERY PORE ON HER BODY SCREAMING AND WANTING
AND ME NOT KNOWING WHAT I WANTED TO TOUCH FIRST
BUT TOUCH I DID
AGAIN AND AGAIN
AND THAT NIGHT LIVES FRESH IN MY MIND
AS I LIE BESIDE HER WATCHING HER SLEEP ALL THEESE YEARS LATER
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