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Author: andy (circa '93) |
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Date Posted: 16:41:06 01/19/08 Sat Loon Songs and Soul Confessions In my youth they begged I would slow down a strong wind, vibrant, blowing in four directions the days dropped bright suns into my pockets at nightfall I stole the dark desires of fallen kings and trestled my sleep above the wells of faculty where I danced naked in flummery dreams offering false oblations to lustful queens and yet, I was perceived to be another child someone who I did not know nor, ever came across someone who borrowed my skin in crowds and delivered signs of hope and promise all based on the peculiar act of showmanship In our clique things appeared to be collegial though, looking back I realize now they weren't there was some youthful leader, leading them through me, while all alone inside I cried My father learned of anger from his father so they told me years later after broken ribs after Mother's arm was twisted up behind her back after being sheared from sleep by painful cries my brother say's it's time I should get over it and he is right for there is nothing good in it for me or my father, now aged and trapped in great denial, though I sense his boil's still harbored below his shady gait I am now on some irenic path beaten down and tired I have surrendered to the dew of a summer morn' as the loon sings on a well concealed New Hampshire pond wishing my employment to be more than I had made it as the suns set and the years passed I was consumed by such things that any gadabout would covet and so it that I arrived here, so far less than my intentions What is a man if he is not true to his own self? all my bloviate conversations now so shallow seem to be the remnants of dead days here, laying on the soft cloud of dried leaves cracking pale percussions below my feet as I walk on towards Epsom Mountain with six strings that sing and a pocket full of suns heading for some thunderstorm in a dusty future I pray the winds of change gather up my senses and lead me further off away from this road I came enough so that one day I can smile at my father, turn my cheek in great forgiveness and softly walk away ajs Slight revisions October 22, 2007 [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |