A night of glo sticks, in shades full of neon, of raffles and crackers.
All sadly gone.
The neon will fade.
As will do the writers of words.
Passed poets and musicians must all be at peace.
Those that passed today, may play at Heavens Gate, a party for the rock stars gone.
A boogie woogie date.
Let the music play on
As Christmas is brewing, take a sip of a special cup.
A cup full of good cheer, but never enough.
To bring back to mind past lovers of passion who went out of their minds.
Who sang all the songs and spoke loving words, until what once was normal became so absurd.
The last days of the years I cry no more tears ,except for the artist who left us today.
Dedicated to the late great Joe Cocker and A.N.Other, my last one time lover.
(c) Livvi
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 7:38 PM UTC
A night of glo sticks, in shades full of neon, of raffles and crackers.
All sadly gone.
The neon will fade.
As will do the writers of words.
Passed poets and musicians must all be at peace.
Those that passed today, may play at Heavens Gate, a party for the rock stars gone.
A boogie woogie date.
Let the music play on
As Christmas is brewing, take a sip of a special cup.
A cup full of good cheer, but never enough.
To bring back to mind past lovers of passion who went out of their minds.
Who sang all the songs and spoke loving words, until what once was normal became so absurd.
The last days of the years I cry no more tears ,except for the artist who left us today.
Dedicated to the late great Joe Cocker and A.N.Other, my last one time lover.
(c) Livvi
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