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When the devil drives

I’m going down to the river
With my wash day blues
I’m going to go to a nightclub
In a pair of dancing shoes
I’m going to make a banner saying
‘All lives matter here’
I’m going to scale the rock face
That has always been too sheer
I’m going to sail across oceans
To spread the words of peace
To point out we don’t own this Earth
We only have it on lease
I’m going to go to a bookstore
Be...

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Punk Rockers Don't Sing The Blues.

Put on my pants
Put on a show
Fake a smile
No one will know

Don't show weakness
Fake my emotions
Bury my anxiety
Just go with the motions

I gotta play fast
Need to sing out of tune
Because don't you know
Punk Rockers Don't Sing The Blues

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Mystic Blue

I think of you my ocean view, 
my sweet sunrise, 
my mystical moonlight blue. 
I think of you all the time, 
all the while 
drowning in my sleep. 

You drive me crazy 
with your absence. 
You drive me crazy 
with your presence. 
I love the chaos you bring, 
leaves me incomplete, 
open, breakable.

The less you give, 
the more I want. 
The more you give, 
all I want. 
I long for you 
...

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The Long Player

Here is old poem idea I've had for ages about favourite album titles and the feelings that the music of each inspired in me at the time.  My old vinyl records - nostalgia.  You've got to guess the artists.  It's not laid out in a poem style fro a reason, and that's becasue a design friend of mine some years ago formatted (God knows how) into a circular text shaped as an LP.  It just needed a lable...

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Old Tyke Blues

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Old Tyke Blues

 

I woke up this morning -

found my leg was dead.

Slipped as I got up

and banged my head,

fingers to temple

came away red,

trail on the carpet

where I had bled.

 

Went down for breakfast -

the milk had gone sour,

turned on the toaster -

a distinct lack of power.

Go back upstairs,

stand under the shower -

water is...

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Knots

Knots

 

We have to think

about where to put

our hands.

 

They fumble under tables,

or rest very casually on

the table, courageously spread

across the middle as if to show

just how normal you

want it to feel.

 

The tea is greasy,

and you concentrate

on stroking the condensation

from your glass 

of orange juice.

 

The cur...

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Amnesiacs

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Amnesiacs

Blue moods can lie

Or amplify truth

Colloid in regions of a soul

Blues gives reflections  

Like broken mirrors

We live under the gaze of poets

Calling us to task

Whispering in our ear

To be unafraid

To subdue cheerful robots 

To deliberate with happy slaves 

To refuse to wear yokes of shame

A blue deep as purple leaves

Stains

What we suff...

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