and so
the bitterness rises
curdles the sweetness
and sours the pure
aye,
its aye season here alright
love yourself they said
its beautiful they said
but we were too in love with crime
self crimes
don't want to speak too much you see
want to hug the silences
build a wall of mystique
be the blind, leading the blind
do the classic con
this is it?
the boondocks of dreams
where it all comes to die?
there's the exit friend
said the friendly salesman
drop your wagon in the chute
the wrecking ball crew is ready there
we pay good money for trashed dream wagons
will get you everything you ever wanted
plus some change for a rainy day
the payout is off the scale
the dreamer eyed the offer
with bitter hate
and hugged his wagon
tighter to himself
not if I have to fuckin die for it
The trader rolled his eyes and sighed
you havent learned the difference between enemy and friends
good money is hard to find
a little wrecking and you get easy street
all your life
all your life
i love it when you throw
the hero's pose
but this here is the 21st century
and you will need gold for any road show
the dreamer stood in silence
could feel the crushing weight of conviction
could feel the fingers loosen
could hear the coaxing whispers:
gently does it darling
they crooned
we all know you love this too well
but pragmatism bides you bid adieu
and we understand your pain
they played his fingers
he felt a lump in throat
could feel his love slip
could hear his heart cry
could feel the hope go
but in magic movie moment
all things happen and
a dove gurgled
distant soft
softer than the breeze whisper
and that look came back into his eyes
bright glowing sun
you know the one i mean
he sniveled and snorted
and in the phlegm riding at the back of his throat
it was all there again
could hear the rock n roll generals
from the hills of yonder time
from the hills in future time
could see the warriors of light
and aye, aye, aye
aye season alright
you know it now don't you
what you are
where you come from
what you goin to do
and yes I love you
and yes
It is always the best thing that happened to us
Friday, May 04, 2007
Aye Season
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feeling very emotional tonight...a lot of stuff has been going on, and I really didn't think any one reads my blog anymore and logged in after ages and was/am pathetically pleased to see your note.And then followed your link, wow , 36 and you can still write poetry, i envy you dude :)don't worry , not being ageist, I am almost 35 and having a midlife crisis, to write or not to write, that is the question - Peace out!
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