What happened to old Errol flynn
concealed by some elusive jinn
some leprechaun's shenanigan
a poet's inner sanctum whim
he's drawn the curtains of his mind
who knows what mysteries he'll find
then Emily began to talk
a bird came down the walk
i feel a sadness so deep that friends wonder why my art and my blinds remain undrawn.. gone is the muse who promised me solacewhile guys played ball and climbed tall trees.. a blank canvas before me says, "here's your life, where has it gone?".
is it too late to become what imight have become .
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What happened to old Errol flynn
concealed by some elusive jinn
some leprechaun's shenanigan
a poet's inner sanctum whim
he's drawn the curtains of his mind
who knows what mysteries he'll find
then Emily began to talk
a bird came down the walk
no longer do i fear the night.i move about, yet unnoticed, toeyes that once sent daggers.
and to ears that heard the worstbut never the best of who i was.. dark is good; it hides the shapethat i've become and shields mefrom scolding tongues of hateful.
men who themselves are immuneto the little pains of folk like me.. i love the shadows but haunt theday, to remind myself that light hasworth but no more a place for me..
Archy and Mehitabel
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_jozs6lgqyi.
the beegees were awesome, and our scientology bro travolta had the best white man moves, period.. stay alive, baby.. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i_izvabhexy.
Looking back through all those music worlds beach boys, bob dylan, bee gees it was all good.
you have left me.. .
it may as well be the moon where you have taken up residence.. .
i gaze upon beauty supernal -- heaven's vault -- and imagine you there, on the moon, a speck upon the bright and glassy plate of a night sky.
I was inspired by the mullioned pane
i noticed this on reddit.
they shouldn't have all the fun.
ill get it started.
The bunker elder with his pack
waiting for the big attack
this moment they have savored well
dogs waiting for the dinner bell
you have left me.. .
it may as well be the moon where you have taken up residence.. .
i gaze upon beauty supernal -- heaven's vault -- and imagine you there, on the moon, a speck upon the bright and glassy plate of a night sky.
It's quiet on the plains in Spain
Oh will it rain Oh will it rain
She gazes through her mullioned pane
and drinks a glass of fine champagne
His heartbreak she does not embrace
It's written on her ridged face
He rises from his easy chair
bedeviled by her hardened stare
you have left me.. .
it may as well be the moon where you have taken up residence.. .
i gaze upon beauty supernal -- heaven's vault -- and imagine you there, on the moon, a speck upon the bright and glassy plate of a night sky.
A poet's mind is on the loose
a golden egg laid by the goose
he's looking at the moon again
don't take away his poet pen
origins and prelude (edgar chronicles).
for the last several days, there has been some kind of black bird strutting about on the starbucks patio searching for crumbs.. .
i don't particularly get along with these birds.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain thrilled me filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before so that now to still the beating of my heart I stood repeating tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door only this and nothing more
quote the raven nevermore
the sea is my mother, my father the sky.. both are eternal and vast, each in their way.
as i rise slowly yet inexorably from mother's protective embrace, i reach towards father, life giver, mentor.
he draws me up as spiraling vapor that is phantom-like but possessing true substance.
Sometimes i can't help it my brain just does stuff that and it surprises me as it's coming out.
the sea is my mother, my father the sky.. both are eternal and vast, each in their way.
as i rise slowly yet inexorably from mother's protective embrace, i reach towards father, life giver, mentor.
he draws me up as spiraling vapor that is phantom-like but possessing true substance.
I had a dream that I ate a very large marshmallow and in the morning my pillow had disappeared and I called out to the sea and looked up to the sky for answers but alas there was nothing. Another mysterious spiraling vapor appeared phantom-like and yet so real i could taste the marshmallow toasted and clinging helplessly to a stick.