The disk on the radio
not the melody
yet what might be
waiting inside.
Remember random choice
when blues today
war zone tomorrow
yet always it happens
we want to hear
from her
about her
because her
designed by
her
not today though
say it in your head
three times
then watch your hand
reach for the dial
you know she is waiting …
… only love is …
her
This is for you,
as we cross so many paths with people
in thought, in race, in notion,
in an emotional rollercoaster
sometimes tamed,
often times needing a long time tuning
for perhaps safety
or simple personal enjoyment.
It is here we discover fascination,
a reality drawn by fantasy,
a need to find reason
a desire to know passion
when last time we checked
our human condition was certainly
the same as the next …
yet it is the words, the constant change
to re create the constant.
good night sweet writers
Wakes me, lets me wonder
All the day left a ponder
Knowing I wander
I used to listen to this,
it was called a New Age sound
Wyndam Hills label
I found myself compelled by
such simplicity,
a drug of sorts
because the music could not
take me places
i couldn’t go alone,
I felt there was someone with me,
all the time,
sitting at the keyboard
with a sweet smile
because he too
wanted some quiet,
but a purposeful journey
I’m struggling tonight,
because I’ve forgotten how to write.
I told a friend of mine,
I’d lost my words
and I couldn’t tell you where they’ve gone
traveling somewhere on their own,
waiting for the sound,
waiting for George,
he’ll repeat himself,
and there’ll be no carnage …
only sweet love.
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