LIVINGSTONE STORY
Stirring trance music
Grips everything
In its glittered embrace
While stick people
Gyrate to the salted rythmes
And the lightning lights
Reduce reality
To a stream of snapshots
And the noise
In the distant background
Is my friend
Sharing the scarred leather seat
And enlivened
By the taste of dissolution
As past and future
Melt into a cohesive whole
And leave nothing
To the imagination.
Thursday, December 16, 2004
Fatherhood
I am carrying the torch you Handed me Not handed. Placed Carefully This is sacred space. Was the carrying so heavy for you as well? Were yo...
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It must have been love That sort of thing Can't be mistaken For a lesser set of feelings It has a special hat And makes you welcome at p...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
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