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I look around and hear a shuffle of feet,
but I turn around and you're not there.
I see the shadow,
but there's nothing to cast it.
I'm always one step behind,
too far removed
and too far away from you.
.....
as I hold your cold, lifeless body in
my arms,
I see a sign of life
flicker brightly
then...
fade.
your love has left me all
alone
in this cold lonely world
so go ahead and leave me
on tattered feathered wings
fly into the night skies.
let the stars herald your arrival.
let me be your witness here
let me live your legacy
without fear.
.....
take my hand tonight
and let me show you some magic.
come closer
and let me pull a coin from behind your ear.
.....
how hard it is for the mind to
lie to the heart.
how do I succeed
in this seemingly impossible task
and still
play perfectly
your part?
this deception you weave is too tangling.
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10.20.94 The Java Joe's Writings.
I hold a picture of you beside
the candle.
I hold your picture
in the soft candlelight
and see those lips
that kissed me
as you held me tight.
lord, look at those eyes
that gazed at me and found my inner light.
tell me why...
.....
I stand on the steeple
and see the storm sail away in the distance.
Lord look at what remains,
there isn't much.
Is there so little to salvage
that it must all go to waste?
It was all too inevitable,
but did it have to be so bad?
The rumble of distant thunder
reminds me of the ferocity that ravaged this land.
It left me clinging to the
lonely steeple of this neglected church.
So much change so soon has destroyed it all.
All that is left is the
crumbling of my hulk of heart.
.....
my sight my light so bright
I fight for some darkness.
I show you, you show me
something to bring me down
from this high horse.
I sit atop it all
someday I'll come crashing down and
land amongst those
Ive been spitting upon.
.....
45613827810. A little lamb
to follow me to the glen
4 show me inside
6 that heart you close tightly
3 I love you
2 leave me
10 alone in this bewildering city.
.....
The moon shines brightly
in the early spring night.
Drumbeats and shouting fill the air.
The stars in the sky are joined
by the endless barrage of
colored beads and shiny coins.
Lighted floats march slowly down the street
as we chant and yell in nervous anticipation.
The rainbow snake makes its way in our direction,
spewing more beads and coins
as its procession continues forward.
The sight of its excretions send the crowd into a frenzy.
it's all a part of the festivities,
the crowd and the snake.
Zealots to the barrage of offerings,
we take all we can get.
.....
The crowd dwindles and the coffee shop
begins to lose some weight.
The cappuccino machines hiss less and less.
Pretty soon, it's time to clean up.
The band packs away its instruments
as live music is soon replaced
with prerecorded jazz.
The clang and ping of used cups and saucers
becomes louder and louder.
they are all collected and
the sound of hot running water
is heard above the music.
Eventually there are only
four patrons in the shop.
I can tell its time to leave,
so I blow out my candle and stop writing.
The store's closed.
.....