van the man laid it down
woven blue-eyed soul
placed over me like a proud papa
covering his newborn son
with a crocheted blanket of love
gravelly voice knitted by thick hands
sea-weathered and worn
and I believed the saxophone,
was sure it was a foghorn
could even see the tugboats
float by when I closed my eyes
deep down inside my easy chair
they were steaming up the river
and I could feel the goose bumps rise.
the damp morning air slipped
inside my collar and I was there
standing on that massachusetts shore
sober and aware that music was my ticket,
a free pass to take me anywhere I wanted
to go, and I knew that when I chose to escape,
when I opted to blow this popsicle world
that no one would be able to find me
into the mystic
into the mystic
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
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Re: into the mystic
excellent. art transcends the popsicle world
Re: into the mystic
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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Re: into the mystic
I'm sitting on the dock of the bay reading your poem and thinking
“Music is not a matter of life or death... It's much more important than that.” - Unknown
“Music is not a matter of life or death... It's much more important than that.” - Unknown
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Re: into the mystic
such a nice impression
eyes closed... mind open,
the salt smell, and poof... y're gone
I spent a year in the old whaling town of Stonington... CT,
working on a home 8 doors down from the old lighthouse, and I'd
sometimes walk down to the point a take my lunch...
imagining the history, and trying to get lost in it
eyes closed... mind open,
the salt smell, and poof... y're gone
I spent a year in the old whaling town of Stonington... CT,
working on a home 8 doors down from the old lighthouse, and I'd
sometimes walk down to the point a take my lunch...
imagining the history, and trying to get lost in it
many is a word
Re: into the mystic
thanx gents, enjoyed your comments
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
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