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Hitchhiker: I will not wait for you
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Again I break from my shell.As clouds break over the dawn.And I rise.And I wait.For the music to come. Monday, 12 January 2015. I will not wait for you. I will not wait for you. Or your eyes that never turn. For the world is a wheel. And you only gather hate like dust. Sweeping forgotten toys under your bed. If your hands are not reaching out. If your arms don't graze. The grass on this field. My feet tramples with joy. If your palms aren't waves. That take me in. And little by little,. We all must forget.
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Hitchhiker: January 2015
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Again I break from my shell.As clouds break over the dawn.And I rise.And I wait.For the music to come. Monday, 12 January 2015. I will not wait for you. I will not wait for you. Or your eyes that never turn. For the world is a wheel. And you only gather hate like dust. Sweeping forgotten toys under your bed. If your hands are not reaching out. If your arms don't graze. The grass on this field. My feet tramples with joy. If your palms aren't waves. That take me in. And little by little,. We all must forget.
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Hitchhiker: Undress
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Again I break from my shell.As clouds break over the dawn.And I rise.And I wait.For the music to come. Tuesday, 21 July 2015. I see her undress. And for a second. The ink spilled over her. And freckles like stars. Love is a smile. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Other shades on a similar canvas. Http:/ ramblinginc.blogspot.com/. Stranger to paradise and stranger than paradise. View my complete profile. I would like to kiss you in Places no one knows In. Its A Slow Death.
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Hitchhiker: Golden
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Again I break from my shell.As clouds break over the dawn.And I rise.And I wait.For the music to come. Sunday, 5 April 2015. Cannot see rivers of blood. Or eyes of fire. With mouths open wide. Live to be devoured . By a ravenous tide. Pumping your fist, beating your chest. Wearing your crown of power. Shouting your forsaken sermon. From a broken tower. If your body's a vessel. Your heart's but a cage. Bring down your armies. Have you come to plunder? Or have you come to save? War makes humans rhetoric.
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Hitchhiker: Fluff
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Again I break from my shell.As clouds break over the dawn.And I rise.And I wait.For the music to come. Tuesday, 21 July 2015. Mountains of the evening. Hills of the night. Break in the morning. To deliver and drench. You with their message. While we, the plebeians. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Other shades on a similar canvas. Http:/ ramblinginc.blogspot.com/. Stranger to paradise and stranger than paradise. View my complete profile. I would like to kiss you in Places no one knows In.
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STREET STRINGS.: February 2011
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Awake all night on knees. gave away those doors and keys. walking with winter blues. Left home with a pair of jeans.Hands searching for warmth in cold. mingled with dreams inside. empty pockets and empty she. with the chilly wind besides. the puppet walks away tonight. Thursday, February 17, 2011. Posted by Street - Walker. Wednesday, February 16, 2011. And there was a time. And there was a time then, when seasons changed for love,. When it rained even in chilled December. Posted by Street - Walker.
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Hitchhiker: October 2014
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Again I break from my shell.As clouds break over the dawn.And I rise.And I wait.For the music to come. Tuesday, 14 October 2014. I close the door. The voices outside have drowned. It’s time I must sleep. A deep, trembling sleep. For the sun was getting too loud. Words are never far. From where you are. But I bid farewell to. The smiling, squinting eyes. That stray from me. The face of yesterdays. That called out in the breeze. Forsaken and lost,. Just a fever dream. Do you lay down your armour.
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STREET STRINGS.: you don't have to
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Awake all night on knees. gave away those doors and keys. walking with winter blues. Left home with a pair of jeans.Hands searching for warmth in cold. mingled with dreams inside. empty pockets and empty she. with the chilly wind besides. the puppet walks away tonight. Monday, December 24, 2012. You don't have to. I will write you a poetry today. You don't have to listen, I don't have to sing,. You don't have to answer,i don't have to ask,. You don't have to lose, I don't have to win,. You dont have to.
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STREET STRINGS.: flower
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Awake all night on knees. gave away those doors and keys. walking with winter blues. Left home with a pair of jeans.Hands searching for warmth in cold. mingled with dreams inside. empty pockets and empty she. with the chilly wind besides. the puppet walks away tonight. Monday, December 10, 2012. You know ,there is this flower of the blue mountains that blooms once in every twelve years. Yet, I love it, and I wait for it. When i cant stop loving a simple flower i held,. Wrote it for someone, I never showed.
