Category: blues

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Look “Gloomy Sunday”

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World grief Evidence of death Nothing new Epidemic of suicides Nobody ever confides Its a state of mind Very very cruel and unkind A disease of the Healthy and wealthy Time after time Misunderstood geniuses Sons and daughters At least nobody let slaughters Stop the world Many Gloomy Sundays Contributed to the blues Nobody believed the news Except “Billie Holiday and Etta James” They sung the blues That caused emotions Laughing and crying Sobbing and dying Jumping and diving Continue reading Look “Gloomy Sunday”

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Writing without coffee and vanilla cream going out of my mind

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Writing out of my mind In short, its moving and I feel and sense the pain of loss. My loss crying in a dark secluded corner curled up on the wood floor dog licking my face sounds messed up no coffee left in my cup so the vanilla cream has no dream of swimming in that cup this is just messed up instead I’m going back to bed I give up! Continue reading Writing without coffee and vanilla cream going out of my mind

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Remember me you saved my life

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Remember me you saved my life Snow was on the ground My face and my body were face down In the snow bank back in 1995 I don’t remember the sounds Simply because my world was upside down I turned the tables upside down My sweetheart was no longer around My plate was full of obstacles The hospital was on pins and needles I was in isolation (ICU) I was a dead man Saved thanks to you. Continue reading Remember me you saved my life

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Talking Horse

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Not long ago, I was called a moron poet, I was not allowed to sit at a dining room table, I had to eat in a stable, With horses and pigs, I hope you disappear, I wondered if this was considered first class, Or was I really an ass. A small rat crawled up my jeans, jumped on the table, In the center of the stable, And took my cheese, I was at my wits end, This horse started talking, My name is Wilbur, And i’ll be your friend, I looked at the horse, He looked back at me, Yes … Continue reading Talking Horse

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Lonely aching starving children

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Lonely aching starving children I was once one it was not fun I ate from garbage cans I was given left overs The little prissy snarled at me I was a disease to them I stunk from dirt and garbage I had sores all over my body A puppy gave me a smooch I was a stranger to myself I slept in vacant buildings My blankets were empty cardboard boxes But I made it I am still alive today I am not starving now I am not lonely now I am not a child now Holy cow! Continue reading Lonely aching starving children