It will bloom every flower,
it will warm both east and west.
Yet it cannot bloom a heart,
inside of my chest.

X
***

Wandering

Is their an end to this long winding road ?

A song bein sung that we just haven't heard ?

Is there any -- hope -- ?
••
••
Broken hearts
Empty souls

Wandering

••

Gonna meet in the fields
Gonna meet on the street

Gonna meet where the talkin ends

--

Gonna meet surrounded by policemen

That's the way it is

••

All the love stories are so paper thin

With no beginning and no end

Only words of loss and pain

Repeated over and over again

••

We wander if we choose to be free

--

The roadway wanders
Best to leave

And find the true people
You may befriend

The ones surrounded by policemen

()    ()
:•:   <•>
&
~

Sounds like ****

-:/:-

Angry insistence on our RIGHT to be angry

( okay )

The RIGHT to ruthlessly retaliate (?)

COME LET'S WALK TOGETHER FOR AWHILE

••

hush /-: -/ wait

Until the children stop screaming

:-:

All the wisdom crumpled up
Thrown to the floor

/:/

The gentle simple humanity

( what's that -- ? )

COME WALK THE STARK NIGHT ON YOUR OWN

••

Little Joey Sweet Kiss
ain't here

Just the prostitutes and the pimps

And the johns and the pain

Yes the pain
The indescribable pain is here

(& you -- is that you there ?)

••

The pages -- torn pages
the monumentally vast pages

The pained poetical sensibilities

Torn and swirling
In the night winds eddies

Twisting grotesquely
In the alleyways

Where OUR children are sleeping

Wailing and weeping

WHO LEFT THEM THERE?

after the love and the lust and the games
That created them are too boring to be played

Out on THE STAGE anymore

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and then of course

The years

Our Unfathomable sadness

Totally immune

To
Our rage and our fear