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“Dream…”

Dream
I dream
a dream
of dreams
sandy, sunny, bright

see
I see
a sea
of seas
open, warm, blue

there
I see
a train
a berth
lapels, rye, the sights

wish
I wish
a wish
of farewell
escape, away, adieu

gone
I am
from sight
and mind
I’m never really here
never

(from “Part Three: Seduced By Fantasy…”)

More talk of the Dreamer escaping.

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Soulride

I need to get on back
back to when things were real
back to when music had soul
and love was a done deal

a return to the night sky
as true as the dawn
before the shots rang out
before all the heroes were gone

take me on a soul ride
to where I really belong
let me hear a jukebox playing
those sweet, old R&B songs

I need the sweet California sun
so fresh and so new
like it was so long ago
when nothing clouded the view

the present was so right then
the future seemed such a drag
it seemed we had it all together
it seemed we had it in the bag

take me on a soul ride
where all the stories began
come back to the five-and-dime
to a lost and mystic land…

(from “Part Three: Seduced By Fantasy…”)

The ‘title track’ of these poems and an homage to the era I basically live in. 1954-1963. I think my original intention was to make this an epic but I guess I never returned to it.

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“I stare into a night…”

I stare into a night
of a thousand love affairs
behind the city’s closed doors
and up their darkened stairs

the night reaches out
to entrap what it may
nothing can save you
from the darkness and his blade

the night enemy to good
advocator of doom
so won’t you light a candle
so I can find your room

won’t you give me a sign
something to show me the light
and carry me from
the desolate night

the hammer will fall
when the clock winds down
so you best pack a rod
if you’re goin’ downtown

(from “Part Three: Seduced By Fantasy…”)

No idea where this one came from – maybe Gotham. Sounds serious.

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“I don’t ask for money…”

I don’t ask for money
I don’t ask for fame
I don’t need a new face
I don’t need a new name

I don’t ask for time off
I don’t ask for a raise
I don’t ask for the night
or the old, simpler days

I don’t need to get the girl
I don’t need to get laid
I don’t need to be loved
I don’t need my keys played

sometimes I wonder why
I let you cloud my head
sometimes I want to fly
on to the sun so red
I need to get myself free
when I got myself in a bind
I need a dream to believe
I need some peace of mind

I don’t need to stay here
I learn nothing from you
I didn’t ask to see the light
I got my own sky of blue

I don’t need my hand held
I don’t ask you to care
I don’t need you to guide me
I’ll find my own way there

I don’t need to be blessed
I don’t need to have it all
I don’t need a house on the hill
I don’t need to be on the ball

I want to be left alone
I don’t need you crowdin’ my space
just like a warm country home
take myself out of the race
I need to get away
to a place where there is no time
I’ve got to go today
all I want is some peace of mind

you mean nothing to me
you’re just a sorry waste
I’m just gonna let it be
you’re gonna see a smile on my face

headin’ for a bright, summer day
sun so bright it’ll make you blind
this dream will wash all away
sanctuary I will find
that’s where I belong anyway
all I want is some peace of mind
my peace of mind
peace of mind

(from “Part Three: Seduced By Fantasy…”)

Sometimes you get tired of having to explain to people why you are the way you are. Sometimes you feel it’s easier to BE yourself if you are BY yourself. Also, Van Morrison has a great song called “Some Peace of Mind”.

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“The lights were down low…”

The lights were down low
the television shining bright
and I got myself to thinking
in that tired and hazy night

you were as simple as the spring
in your sweet cotton pants
I don’t know why I bothered dreamin’
I could never take the chance

looking comfortable and warm
you were beauty near to me
my thoughts they ran away
but the two of us could never be

I knew it as I watched you
that your heart was far away
and the way you made me feel
but more than that I couldn’t say

I was happy just to be there
the television shining bright
and I won’t forget the magic
I felt for you that night

(from “Part Three: Seduced By Fantasy…”)

Like finding an old snapshot ‘among your souvenirs’.

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“Yeah, we were lovers…”

Yeah, we were lovers
by the silvery f*@#$&* moon
now I’m in the dark
left to play the goon

like a cool summer breeze
without no reason why
she was steppin’ on the Greyhound
but damned if I’ll cry

now I live in a haze
blinded by bleeding love
there’s no more green grass
no more f*&^%$# doves

and no more giggles
no more black and white nights
no more shining sun
not the slightest bit of light

oh, but there’s cigarette butts
and oh, so much beer
a lot of empty pizza boxes
a s@#$-load of misery here

my pain, it grows a beard
my broken soul chain-smokes
no more comedy in my life
although it’s a f*&^%$# joke

a stain in the night sky
a blur on the screen
echoes in the lonely abyss
a hollow empty scream
(too f@#$%^& deep)

(from “Part Three: Seduced By Fantasy…”)

Desolation much?

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