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Eric the Red Mar 2018
Wars have a way of turning men
Into poets who thought they would survive to write about it...
Eric the Red Mar 2018
Casually reminded
Your golden kissed skin
Lovely houses
With greenery

That we truly own nothing
In this world
Nor do I want to

Just passing through
Just passing through
From this life
To the next
Eric the Red Mar 2018
In today’s instant Hookup Society
Where everybody gets laid
&
Played
The *** can be free
&
Anonymous

She was the only one
The only one
I’d throw my phone away
For
&
Communicate with smoke signals
If I had to
&
Call her from a pay phone
Just to hear her lovely
Voice
Eric the Red Mar 2018
Some acknowledge it better than most...
The halfway point of your life
For some...
Achy bones
Tiredness
Memories
The fact they can remember 1978
Some will see their aging faces
Wrinkles in their hands
Some will hold onto their youth
Like a match light...holding onto it
Desperately...in their own futility

For some it’ll happen on a beautiful dawn
Tell themselves
‘It’s ok. I’ve made it this far’
Continue their journey

And some will watch their Youthful Ship
Pass the beaten wooden pirate
Frigate
Sometime during the night
Eric the Red Mar 2018
There’s an empty space where
Your heart had it’s nest
Fly away it has gone
My arms cold
Your side to never be made
Again

There’s an empty space where
Your words once had a home
Now just a blank piece of paper
Ruins of cities we built
White canvas
I’ll never return to

There’s an empty space where
There once was a girl and a boy

There’s an empty space where
There once was a raging current
With all the fishes of the sea
Where I float upon it now
Waiting
For the piranha
To come and feast upon my
Pain

Where there once was sunshine
Now there is a curtain of thunderstorms

Where there once was happiness
Now there is infinite sadness

Where there once was flowing
Beautiful words that matched
You
Now there is nothing
&
You
Are
No longer
my world

My Words are my own
Now
You don’t have those rights
To see what I’m writing
Anymore
Eric the Red Mar 2018
‘Do you listen to music when you write?’

Duke Ellington ‘In a Sentimental Mood’ is a fave. Sets tone. Brings mood. Love some John Coltrane intermittent weaving throughout. That sax is like rain on Mars.

Miles Davis ‘Flamenco Sketches’
But what about Blue in Green? I like it but Flamenco sets the table. Give me Cafe Bustelo, French Vanilla, and this one and I’ll write your will out for you where everyone cries...

Moby ‘God Moving Over the Face of Water’ Deep, penetrative thoughts conquer over this. The piano makes me fly, brings me back down and sets me like a feather.

My Morning Jacket ‘Only Memories Remain’ Wrote a whole book to this. The Wurlitzer and then the guitar solo at the end is stupefying to me.
And how do I feel when I listen to these pieces?
What I see is what I write down:
My Father’s Hands
My Mother’s *******
Footprints in the snow
Bruises upon my soul
Forests on fire
Sunsets on Mars
Her naked woman curves
Highways into the night
Lava flows
***** feet
My daughter being born
Sunrise coming up from an ocean
Moss growing over everything
Brownstones in Greenwich Village
Empty wine bottles

The music helps
Amplifies
Energizes

What music do you listen to when you write?
Eric the Red Mar 2018
Was raised by women
Mother
Grandmother
3 Sisters
Like being raised
By wolves
Protective
Safe

I’ve come to find
Going & Growing
Through life
That just being near a
Woman
Recharges the soul
&
Regives life

Respect
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