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Bill Kamen Aug 2021
Killin’ time, sippin’ a beer
At a boardwalk bar by the sea
The jukebox playin’ visions of love
My mind drifts away to a ******* the beach
Swayin' to the sound of the waves
A glow on your face as bright as the sun
The wind in your hair, pink ribbons in hands

I couldn’t help but stare
I caught your glance, you smiled and said hi
You did your best to put a guy at ease
With arms stretched wide, letting me in
The touch of your hand calms the storm within
I see it in your eyes and feel it from your heart
Love was all around me

You make it so easy
The way you love me
Unconditional, Unconditionally
You love me unconditionally

We set sail together out upon the waters
Adrift in the shallows of a turning tide
Thunderous clouds burst in the stormy sky
Awakening the monsters of the deep sea
Feeding my mind with evil thoughts
Take away this curse of shameful infidelities
Take me away from this life I’m in

You let loose the sails of your heart
So your inner glow could light the way
Into the wonders of the mystic
The echoing sounds of the waves
Flow over, into, and through me
Shedding my sins into the depths of the sea
Suddenly, life has new meaning to me
A rainbow appears on the horizon
           And that girl

You made it so easy
The way you loved me
Unconditional, Unconditionally
You loved me unconditionally
Bill Kamen Jul 2021
Killin’ time sippin’ whiskey
At a bar on the boardwalk by the sea
the jukebox keeps on playin’ visions of love
and it takes me back to when I first saw you
swayin' to the rhythm of the waves
eyes as blue as the sea
the wind in your hair
pink ribbons everywhere

I stopped to stare
you did your best to make a boy aware
your swayin’ arms reached out letting me in
the touch of your hand calmed the storm within
your shinning light touched my mind, body, and soul
I saw it in your eyes
I felt it from your heart
Love was all around me

You made it so easy
the way you loved me
made it so easy with every little thing you did
Unconditional, unconditionally
You loved me unconditionally

We set sail upon the waters
drifting into the sea of love
you were the wind in my sails
tides rolled by, waves of love
swept into my heart
The smile on your face, your laughter
brought me back from the depths of heartache and pain
I felt alive for the first time in my life

You made it so easy
the way you loved me
made it so easy with every little thing you did
Unconditional, unconditionally
You loved me unconditionally
Bill Kamen Dec 2020
I love you like a butterfly;
my stomach flutters,
only for you.

I love you like a diamond,
sparkling and glittering,
when I look into your eyes.

I love you like raindrops,
that embraces the leaves with tears,
when we're apart.

I love you like a lighthouse,
with its guiding light,
always there, forever beckoning.

I love you like a mystery,
which I can sense,
but not explain.
Bill Kamen Dec 2020
It was a warm summer night in LA, August ’69,
A single night of infamy and psychic darkness for mankind.
Sharon Tate was close to fulfilling her empty outcries,
when the night burned its cloak in the sunrise.

Earlier before dawn, a quiet eerie breeze came alive
and kept blowin’ down the canyon to 10050 Cielo Drive.
A night so quiet, you could almost hear the sound of ice,
rattling in cocktail shakers in the homes of celebrity paradise.

The canyon walls came alive with eerie echoes.
Blood-curdling screams and cries of “Please don’t, Oh, God No”
Several were listening, no one saw a thing.
It happened so suddenly, so sudden without warning.

Red sky in the morning, Shepherds beware,
Bad news at the front door, “Blood, bodies everywhere”
Sharon Tate and four others tangled in a pig-slaughtering spree.
Spilled blood staining the walls with words for all to see.

Fear and panic swept through Hollywood
from the seaside bungalows to the canyon neighborhoods.
Oh, Mercy Mercy, “whats going on”?
Talk to me Marvin, C'mon talk to me, tell me what's going on.

A devil in disguise, in the city of angels, where did it go?
Ask Dennis, a beach boy, he should know.
Business is business, death to that scoundrel,
Psychotic revenge is psychotic revenge, and it’s ****** so brutal.

Charles Manson a.k.a. the devil found hiding in plain sight,
posing as a peace-loving hippie with a thousand faces.
The day they captured him, he said to me, Boy, I am the Devil
and the End-Times have just only begun.

The flower-power-Era, once eight-miles high, now in a slide.
The sacred store lost its soul when love and peace died.
The soul of a nation slowly eroding, torn away with evil.
Lennon could only imagine, living in a world safe and peaceful,

Manson flashes the Jury the LATimes,
front page headlines,“Manson Guilty, Nixon Declares,”
Hold on Mr President, tell me no lies,
take me back to My Lai to the scene of that massacre.

Casey Kasem, Kiss FM, fills the airwaves with passion,
sending psychic vibes to all God’s children.
play me some songs, Casey Kasem,
Play me the Beatles White album,
Play me “Revolution” and play me ”Helter -Skelter”
This poem details the Tate Murders and the cultural impact it had.  It also mentions people, places, and events which occurred and led
to the slow decay of a nation which has brought us to where we are today.

— The End —