''Folly''
Resolve
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1.American voices,
I can hear them.
Some are muddled and muted,
Others roar-often belligerent.
I will tempt fate
Its what I do best
Bright colors and gazes I must explore.
Kept quiet,
as long as we're cool,
We always were.
Quiet,
Though I cannot tell you why,
Or how this became so silent.
2.A rumored wish,
I want to come to you like the wind blowing,
On sheets, white,
Wet, drying.
Hung across a cheap wire-
For all to see.
3.One,
Maybe two friends will do.
The fires were just embers
In the place we come from,
Cant stay there,
Cant stay away.
Crosses them out
At the top of the stairs,
On the long highway.
"Test of Time"
4.Puts it down,
If he had to choose,
To do it right,
He just might,
Then again he might not.
Whats the point in speculating?
5.I recall dark curls hanging from an olive colored head.
I recall mischievous smiles shared.
I recall desire, and the pills.
I remember us naked in a car,
Your long curls about your shoulders,
Rubs against my chest and stomach.
We did not notice the sun rise,
We filled up the car,
Drove off without paying,
We were untouchable.
I recall laying in car,
fully sexed and in need in rest.
When our friends father began his drive
Up the mile long driveway,
That we used as our place to be alone together.
As he drove up I remember saying ''pretend we're sleeping'',
And him driving slowly past, gawking at our naked bodies,
You atop me-
The madness of it,
It stays with me.
6.Given the choice
Would I become a tyrant,
a cutthroat, a libertine?
I consider this..sincerly.
To be good at killing,
or skilled at diplomacy.
Archbishop of lingering instinct,
Alienable insite,
Discarded by youth,
Discredited by age.
All the bright things ceased to shimmer
Laid low
For good and all.
7.And I became like fire,
covering everything in flames.
Look at me:the molten man.
Disintegrates.
Indifferent doesn't even convey
the lacking sense of urgency,
then suddenly-Burst into flames,
Set in motion, Set ablaze.
As for comfort,
Comfort me when I have come almost to the end-
When I return broken and useless.
Maybe the day will never come,
I never dreamed I would live this long,
Distinguished, depart,
As if nothing were ever there at all,
and nothing in its place.
8.Interrupted by laughter,
a friendly jest
Gets off my chest
this restlessness.
9.Lovers to come
And lovers past.
Sweaty blurring lustful exchanges,
From 200 miles away,
You in bath, reading labels,
me smoking
A hint of stars yet to appear, or reappear,
like an arrow from a bow drawn tight,
How about our timing?
Always there waiting.
10.The late evening swells into morning,
gradually one becomes the other.
Our lives are scattered,
Time is tattered
Losing myself one Saturday morning,
Or Sunday.
So high and next to nothing to lose,
Start a new game,
use a new name
left to wander in a strange city
Strangers casting stranger's glances
Uninvited, understated.
And the Sun beats on my door,
Until I rise no more.
In the morning,
In the most costly hours
An hour for all the ages
Cast off into the deepest waters.
Something still haunts me wherever I go.
Passing the world's ruins
The train can be heard for miles and miles.
11.Look how we've climbed
Towers and Mountains
All laid out for us, Dear.
A wandering nation of two.
You can be my religion
12.Broken in the blistering
and unbearable open spaces
Toxic
and forgotten.
13.Tides-
Fall and rise
Sometimes low,
Sometimes high
Finds new ways to pass the time.
Ages, hours, light years
in distance or in Time.
If I knew nothing of:
Magnetic waves,
Gravity, friction or photosynthesis,
It wouldn't make any difference at all,
There are no 'answers',
Only better posed questions.
14.Crowds of youth
All shouting and slanting.
Banners of every color,
Culture and counter culture,
A multitude of sub cultures,
We are as divided as ever...
Divided and conquered
Going to the Mosque,
Or to Mass,
Or to the Mall.
15.You and I,
We're sexy dance music
and countless vibrations,
I take your coat
I take your dress,
I take you to bed.
Lovers,
Almost friends,
Almost strangers.
You and I
are bottles of red wine,
Cigarettes and hot baths.
16.I took up my position at the highest point,
High up on the rocks,
Lay in wait
To ambush whats left of our freedom
Our reason
Our most precious gift.
We must steal it.
Bandits in the hills-
Riding strong horses,
With proud names and faces,
from Spain.
French wine washes up on our beaches
along with pieces of a once great Warship.
We have watched so long,
Now here at this vantage point,
I look inward-
Man, and the world, are much older than we suspected
I hear the call of a horn
Summons me to the great Elk Tree.
The table has been set ,
with the Sun.
End Part One
1.American voices,
I can hear them.
Some are muddled and muted,
Others roar-often belligerent.
I will tempt fate
Its what I do best
Bright colors and gazes I must explore.
Kept quiet,
as long as we're cool,
We always were.
Quiet,
Though I cannot tell you why,
Or how this became so silent.
2.A rumored wish,
I want to come to you like the wind blowing,
On sheets, white,
Wet, drying.
Hung across a cheap wire-
For all to see.
3.One,
Maybe two friends will do.
The fires were just embers
In the place we come from,
Cant stay there,
Cant stay away.
Crosses them out
At the top of the stairs,
On the long highway.
"Test of Time"
4.Puts it down,
If he had to choose,
To do it right,
He just might,
Then again he might not.
Whats the point in speculating?
5.I recall dark curls hanging from an olive colored head.
I recall mischievous smiles shared.
I recall desire, and the pills.
I remember us naked in a car,
Your long curls about your shoulders,
Rubs against my chest and stomach.
We did not notice the sun rise,
We filled up the car,
Drove off without paying,
We were untouchable.
I recall laying in car,
fully sexed and in need in rest.
When our friends father began his drive
Up the mile long driveway,
That we used as our place to be alone together.
As he drove up I remember saying ''pretend we're sleeping'',
And him driving slowly past, gawking at our naked bodies,
You atop me-
The madness of it,
It stays with me.
6.Given the choice
Would I become a tyrant,
a cutthroat, a libertine?
I consider this..sincerly.
To be good at killing,
or skilled at diplomacy.
Archbishop of lingering instinct,
Alienable insite,
Discarded by youth,
Discredited by age.
All the bright things ceased to shimmer
Laid low
For good and all.
7.And I became like fire,
covering everything in flames.
Look at me:the molten man.
Disintegrates.
Indifferent doesn't even convey
the lacking sense of urgency,
then suddenly-Burst into flames,
Set in motion, Set ablaze.
As for comfort,
Comfort me when I have come almost to the end-
When I return broken and useless.
Maybe the day will never come,
I never dreamed I would live this long,
Distinguished, depart,
As if nothing were ever there at all,
and nothing in its place.
8.Interrupted by laughter,
a friendly jest
Gets off my chest
this restlessness.
9.Lovers to come
And lovers past.
Sweaty blurring lustful exchanges,
From 200 miles away,
You in bath, reading labels,
me smoking
A hint of stars yet to appear, or reappear,
like an arrow from a bow drawn tight,
How about our timing?
Always there waiting.
10.The late evening swells into morning,
gradually one becomes the other.
Our lives are scattered,
Time is tattered
Losing myself one Saturday morning,
Or Sunday.
So high and next to nothing to lose,
Start a new game,
use a new name
left to wander in a strange city
Strangers casting stranger's glances
Uninvited, understated.
And the Sun beats on my door,
Until I rise no more.
In the morning,
In the most costly hours
An hour for all the ages
Cast off into the deepest waters.
Something still haunts me wherever I go.
Passing the world's ruins
The train can be heard for miles and miles.
11.Look how we've climbed
Towers and Mountains
All laid out for us, Dear.
A wandering nation of two.
You can be my religion
12.Broken in the blistering
and unbearable open spaces
Toxic
and forgotten.
13.Tides-
Fall and rise
Sometimes low,
Sometimes high
Finds new ways to pass the time.
Ages, hours, light years
in distance or in Time.
If I knew nothing of:
Magnetic waves,
Gravity, friction or photosynthesis,
It wouldn't make any difference at all,
There are no 'answers',
Only better posed questions.
14.Crowds of youth
All shouting and slanting.
Banners of every color,
Culture and counter culture,
A multitude of sub cultures,
We are as divided as ever...
Divided and conquered
Going to the Mosque,
Or to Mass,
Or to the Mall.
15.You and I,
We're sexy dance music
and countless vibrations,
I take your coat
I take your dress,
I take you to bed.
Lovers,
Almost friends,
Almost strangers.
You and I
are bottles of red wine,
Cigarettes and hot baths.
16.I took up my position at the highest point,
High up on the rocks,
Lay in wait
To ambush whats left of our freedom
Our reason
Our most precious gift.
We must steal it.
Bandits in the hills-
Riding strong horses,
With proud names and faces,
from Spain.
French wine washes up on our beaches
along with pieces of a once great Warship.
We have watched so long,
Now here at this vantage point,
I look inward-
Man, and the world, are much older than we suspected
I hear the call of a horn
Summons me to the great Elk Tree.
The table has been set ,
with the Sun.
End Part One
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