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 Nov 2014 Barbra Ann
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looking up for your twinkling eyes
above cloud covers, it's nights like tonight
filled with feelings of indiffence
unsure of my place or if youre missed
silver / white gleam moves accross the sky
in view of steps where i sip on red wine
tommorrow is the begining of another week
i'll search out work, food and a place to sleep
but nights like tonight are lived moment to moment
unsure, but at peace with whatever gets thrown at...
(deep breath)

[Sounds of the "Lumineers" drift accross the yard
... and out into the darkness of the nite
with all thoughts of nothingness creep
and smoke from the last cigarette that sits perched 'tween lips
with glass, half full, dangling from fingertips]
 Nov 2014 Barbra Ann
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I was writing this song one Sunday afternoon,
when I was feeling blue
and missing you
I strummed on some strings ,   strung together a few lines that
made me think of better times      
with you
... When  I go out on this sunny after-noon  
I'll try & think less
about you

I ran into some friends and  hung out for a while
started shootin' the ****    & came home plowed
I laid down in my empty room
it was hard not to think
about you
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So , I'll pack up the car and I'll get outa town,
move up-state and drive 'til I've found
some-place   where I
can't  remember  you...

...And that's the last time I'll ever mention you .

© All Rights Reserved , Patrick W. Hamilton , 04242015
 Nov 2014 Barbra Ann
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dark clouds are looming
hanging heavy 'round my head
your voice , it haunts me
still not sleeping in that bed

i'll paint you a love song
and hang it from the wall
hope you get the message
running through the halls

the air is turning chill here
you can feel it in your bones
there's no more confusion about
which way the wind blows

everything is changing color and
starting to thin
this time , how far you end up,
won't depend on where you began   .
second stanz needs to be  chopped
there's also ..
tossing and turning
sleepless nights
haunted by a photo
in the back of my mind
just can't stop this rhythm
pounding in my soul
we "paid the piper"
but, skipped on the devil's tole
 Nov 2014 Barbra Ann
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pumpkin orange fall fiery hair
gentle as she makes a way
to a seat behind me

headband pulled high
showing her small round face
lips pursed    she waits

with her little backpack, tattered and worn like my soul
on the bus across town
she wore the saddest eyes i'd ever known


thinking to myself
she must've looked
near the way i felt . . .

big doe eyes of soft sky blue
i wanted to cry
( felt see through )

i wanted to try & cry
Me ,   here with my hands
And Her ,  there with those eyes
lookin for more work today and
wrote this on the back of a resume'
...not really sure of what good it'd be
but thought this would be a good place to leave it for now
and i'll look back at it later to see what it sounds like again

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