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A rose atop the grenadine stairs Signifies a portrait of love aflame In memories we wish for the impossible In life we wish to surpass reality "Let dreams inspire life," the opportunist sighed. When you're nice enough No one gives you a second glance Shrieks from down below Make my pencil move slow And the heart beat a double step To a dance floor illuminated by the drunken She nods," Another night, another life, another dollar." Musing on this, I tip back Seeing the slack in her black neck tie Loosen Revealing God's only mystery to me Instead of five paces Lets make it ten I want to live longer The sun is in just the right spot - the moon too - To die today "Don't you bet on no heaven boy," the preacher snickered. "I only made one bet in my life," I said," And that Bet was with the devil himself." "Who won?" the crowd asked cheering. "Who you think?" I answered back yelling. A hush Is more sacred Then Butterfly wings or The reflection of the sun On a moving river or The wind through the needles Of a young pine or even The limp ear lobe of a naive deer Since the seer is away on business We will have to make do with The good book and a bottle of whiskey "Whiskey?!" shouted the bartender, "No one's Ordered a whiskey water around here for YEARS!" "I believe it," I muttered, "The only thing that suits me." "Hombre?" he whispered, "You from around here." "I'm from around here as much as anyone else is," I said, "We all just Passing through." Buzzer goes off Ringer echoes through the hallway Flash of light stabs through the pink window shades A moan From a man Whose name is not known Down near where The car was parked last night Instead of love Give them faith Instead of hate Give them hope Instead of justice Give them free will Reason will have to be the dagger They **** each other with Deep set cloud white in its sluggish passing I knew a woman once that used to be my mother We all change, don't we? A number is just a number until it's a name Take care, dear collide Stores are emptying And so is the bride When the winter sets in And the winter pass is filled Take hold to whatever you've got Every minute is our time
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Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 12:03 AM UTC
8 Ball Blues
A rose atop the grenadine stairs Signifies a portrait of love aflame In memories we wish for the impossible In life we wish to surpass reality "Let dreams inspire life," the opportunist sighed. When you're nice enough No one gives you a second glance Shrieks from down below Make my pencil move slow And the heart beat a double step To a dance floor illuminated by the drunken She nods," Another night, another life, another dollar." Musing on this, I tip back Seeing the slack in her black neck tie Loosen Revealing God's only mystery to me Instead of five paces Lets make it ten I want to live longer The sun is in just the right spot - the moon too - To die today "Don't you bet on no heaven boy," the preacher snickered. "I only made one bet in my life," I said," And that Bet was with the devil himself." "Who won?" the crowd asked cheering. "Who you think?" I answered back yelling. A hush Is more sacred Then Butterfly wings or The reflection of the sun On a moving river or The wind through the needles Of a young pine or even The limp ear lobe of a naive deer Since the seer is away on business We will have to make do with The good book and a bottle of whiskey "Whiskey?!" shouted the bartender, "No one's Ordered a whiskey water around here for YEARS!" "I believe it," I muttered, "The only thing that suits me." "Hombre?" he whispered, "You from around here." "I'm from around here as much as anyone else is," I said, "We all just Passing through." Buzzer goes off Ringer echoes through the hallway Flash of light stabs through the pink window shades A moan From a man Whose name is not known Down near where The car was parked last night Instead of love Give them faith Instead of hate Give them hope Instead of justice Give them free will Reason will have to be the dagger They **** each other with Deep set cloud white in its sluggish passing I knew a woman once that used to be my mother We all change, don't we? A number is just a number until it's a name Take care, dear collide Stores are emptying And so is the bride When the winter sets in And the winter pass is filled Take hold to whatever you've got Every minute is our time
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Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 12:03 AM UTC
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