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Don't want to be
down and out anymore feels like somehow I've got to even my score give a shove to those troubled (I want no more troubles...) let's try to break them in half if your/my soul's filled with strife find a song to put our colors back let's head back down to our place the comforting head space called sweetness in the water to our own Crimson Lake Crimson Lake where the Kingfishers are smiling wide indigo blues skies are sliding along into the shallows of the water and you and I can forget how we've been one of Bad Time's sons or daughters and how last year's times have mostly gone... Crimson Lake where a big yellow sun ever-shines and the silvery fish swim and play and the mood of it all invites everyone to sing and stay Crimson Lake where the a sunset stains the water in rainbows and the colors shimmy down to the bottoms of the lake a world where our slacker's souls can take a long rest where our thirst for happiness is slaked Darling I don't want to be so down and out anymore I've got no more feelings left to break Give these troubles of mine and yours a rest, a respite buffer we were never meant to suffer slip off your shoes slip out of your jeans dangle in your toes and park your mind feel the healing waves wash away your troubles on the shores of Crimson Lake then we'll swim with the silvery fishes and sing their ancient happy songs and afterwards feast on fried manna pancakes griddled long and fine and sweet and brown on the loveliest of shorelines of the wondrous wavy Crimson Lake flash forwards into tumble happiness flash backwards away from tiresome time step into the mystic waters of the healing waters of our Crimson Lake. written long ago in 2008 and recently rediscovered in a notebook of mine and hopefully improved upon...LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 3:50pm PST 4/19/2022 time and date stamped AND ALSO FOR THIS POET/WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE: MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD Vote for this poem |
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