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My heart beating alone in a Ghosttown, dhak dhak The ringing phone in an empty house, ring ring The dripping of water in an abandoned home, drip drop The soft breeze rustling the curtains in an isolated place, swoosh. My soul in a Ghosttown, cry. Sylvia in her kitchen, cut. Whitney in her bathtub, drug. Lucy Jordan in her house, laugh. My love in a Ghosttown Hades in Tartarus Hestia at the Hearth Kitty Genovese in New York. Adam and Eve in Eden. Zeus and Hera at Olympus. Marilyn and John in the White house. A Ball, A Ballad, A Masquerade. A Dove in Normandy. An Olive branch in Kashmir. A communist in America in 1940. Dreamers & Idealists in existence. Mahatma Gandhi in 1948. John F. Kennedy in 1963. Martin Luther King Jr. in 1968. John Lennon in 1980. Imagine I have a dream that one day we need men who can dream where there is love, there if life. A heart beating beats of isolation. A soul weeping the tears of loneliness. My Soul My Love My Heart all in a Ghosttown.
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Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 4:40 PM UTC
Ghosttown
My heart beating alone in a Ghosttown, dhak dhak The ringing phone in an empty house, ring ring The dripping of water in an abandoned home, drip drop The soft breeze rustling the curtains in an isolated place, swoosh. My soul in a Ghosttown, cry. Sylvia in her kitchen, cut. Whitney in her bathtub, drug. Lucy Jordan in her house, laugh. My love in a Ghosttown Hades in Tartarus Hestia at the Hearth Kitty Genovese in New York. Adam and Eve in Eden. Zeus and Hera at Olympus. Marilyn and John in the White house. A Ball, A Ballad, A Masquerade. A Dove in Normandy. An Olive branch in Kashmir. A communist in America in 1940. Dreamers & Idealists in existence. Mahatma Gandhi in 1948. John F. Kennedy in 1963. Martin Luther King Jr. in 1968. John Lennon in 1980. Imagine I have a dream that one day we need men who can dream where there is love, there if life. A heart beating beats of isolation. A soul weeping the tears of loneliness. My Soul My Love My Heart all in a Ghosttown.
This poem is ultimately about chronic and deep isolation and loneliness. A poem about the deprivation and lack of love from the person.
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LostBlueBoy
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LostBlueBoy
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Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 4:40 PM UTC
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