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My Crazy Diamond

Another song/poem. I wrote, and my sons friend and I recorded, its a bit rough cause it was recorded on his phone, but the words are mine.

 

My Crazy Diamond

 

As these words cascade upon the page

I feel a hole inside

Sometimes I shine like you

My crazy diamond.

All my friends say its good to have you back

But I’m not there

I’ll spend another day

Just staring at th...

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Grief.LossLove

Blues For David.

A song I wrote a while ago, I played the guitar when I still could, arthritis in my hands has ended that, My cousins son sang and played the Harmonica and clapped.we never sat down and played it just sent stuff back and forth on the internet until we had something he could mix at his studio. Its about my son who died of a rare bone cancer, Ewings Sarcoma at eighteen years of age.

Blues for Davi...

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Fiery heart

The flames licked eagerly at my heart

How long had we been apart?

It seemed a lifetime now

But truth bends in sad dismay.

 

I try to stare into infinity

But see just tomorrow before me.

Its all too late my psyche states

Its all gone its all to late.

 

My embalmed mind kisses

All that it misses and misses.

Florid in obscurity

Searching for that purity.

 

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lossmissingpsyche

My Son

The cool clear beauty

that is your face to me.

The seeing of you 

that made me feel free.

 

Your calm and kind smile

gentleness by the mile.

The strength of your mind

That made you so kind.

 

Your flyaway words

soaring like birds.

Swooping and gliding

wisdom abiding.

 

Your generosity of spirit

your kindness of soul.

Your limitless friendship

t...

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LossLove

Boulevard (For my son).

The boulevard of broken dreams begins at the end of a snicket, with a shop selling guilt and poverty. Where, mostly men, scratch thin blue lines from short thin blue pens in short hopes of riches. Few walk out with happy visage.
Next an unsmiling heavily built, overly sweaty Armenian take away managers’ tattered emporiam. He exploits youngsters for their honest toil with pennies and always needs ...

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FriendshipLossLove

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