You…yes, YOU #Creator

YOU are the CreatoR…

…more to come…

…love to all.

 

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Walk Through the Door

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For None and All…

Walking Through that Door

As processions fade, New hearts doubt.

But you are Golden and no one questions it.

But who you fake and how you sound,
Asks the best of men
To share your sentiment

I want to be the one to help you find those years
That you’ve been talking about.
Dreaming of the South
And all those lost goodbyes,
And all those lonely tears,
You never got to cry,

It never works out right,
Unless you’re one to follow.
Where the silence takes too long,
When the night falls–when the night falls oh so slow,
And caution isn’t ours.
When the night falls–when the night falls oh so low,
We may lose control.

I want to be the one to help you find those years
That you’ve been talking about.
Dreaming of the South
And all those lonely nights,
And all those lost goodbyes,
You never got to sigh.

I want to be the one to help you find those dreams
Because you’ve been hanging around,
Talking about the South,
And all those balmy nights,
And all those lonely songs,
You never got to write.

And I’ll hold your hand as I walk you through that door,
I’ll hold your hand as you held my hand as I walk you through the door

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Songwriters
Cashion, William Hugh / Herring, Samuel Thompson / Welmers, John Gerrit

And a bonus vid…Swept Inside…CLICK HERE>>> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KwsYgzWF0ac

Keep riding that wave old friends. 

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Love to All.

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Two Rivers

 

 

Something I threw together for all of you and none of you…this is from an album that came out in 1987 called Up on the Sun, by the Meat Puppets. Some of you may be familiar, many of you are not. Probably one of the most underexposed yet highly influential bands in relation to anything after the mid to late 1980’s. Curt Kirkwood is a brilliant, brilliant lyricist. It is said that they sometimes played/play live shows in natural enclaves out in the desert that make the acoustics come alive. To describe them would be to say something like maybe… psychedelic rock art poetry… something like that, but those are just my words. Enjoy the vid. Thanks for watching/reading. If you don’t know, inform yourself. If you know, share. If you like it, share it as well, and if you hate it…

well fuck you…cheers.

Love to all.

Part of Me for You

This is some stuff I dug up from long, long ago. It is an excerpt from 50ish or so pages I jotted down one night in some freakish state of heavy, heavy intoxication of all sorts in those drug-addled college days. Way out there, yet that was where I had to go to bring this back for all of you to read. Good poetry to throw out for a first go-around. Either way, read for yourself: 

Sapling,

fresh and new,

blanketed, 

in morning dew.

Baby infant,

in the crib,

pray for you,

to burn your bib.

Learn your math,

your multiplication,

built by them,

for fascination.

Everything you think,

is wrong,

discard your kings,

a mirrored song,

and maybe you will get the job,

they keep at bay for you one day.

 

 

 

Wrote circa 11 years ago. Question yourself before you question me. Love to all.