cripple92996
Literotica Guru
- Joined
- Jun 28, 2008
- Posts
- 983
ff
Very moved one of my favorite songs
Very moved one of my favorite songs
Follow along with the video below to see how to install our site as a web app on your home screen.
Note: This feature may not be available in some browsers.
Akoshan Farewell
..
My friend who I have not seen
for oh so many years said, do remember when
We played around the campfire
you with your fiddle, me with my ax...
There was one song you never taught me
you know the one I'm talking about?
Yes, I recall, hell of a thing to ask a cripple boy
who cant hold a bow or tears long enough to show you
Solanoid to starter
wire to wire for
the elusive spark i search
as the stoical rain
I accuse of malevelence
falls sermon-like
on unfaithful ears.
Somewhere in between
all the colours and switches
the voltage is lost
and finally, dressed in
blood, sweat, and grease
so is my hope.
creaking and aching to
to my rise, to my rain
I see you there
eyes through the rose bush
barely bloomed
and i smile sadly
capitulating that somethings
I just can't fix.
sleep -
damned steathy thief
kidnapper of lively limb
wrapper
of mind rolled in
diaphanous dreams
where belief's suspended
lutes
upended
and alice finds the mirror's slick illusion
hmmmn
and alice finds the mirror holds no charms (?)
grrr
Loved it
...
as the stoical rain
I accuse of malevolence
So what say you, smithpeter?
does my silence strain your ears or soothe,
engender hostility or hope that something new will emerge
from all that was spilled before
:sigh:
I believe it's all gone; my songs expired,
made mute by contentment and complacency
placing these pictures in my mind that words will never paint
nor I in any other medium of contemporary style
So what say you, smithpeter?
does my silence strain your ears or soothe,
engender hostility or hope that something new will emerge
from all that was spilled before
:sigh:
I believe it's all gone; my songs expired,
made mute by contentment and complacency
placing these pictures in my mind that words will never paint
nor I in any other medium of contemporary style
I went to bed last night
with a bad case of I miss my baby
sleep wouldn't soothe my plight
tossed and tossed and turned
sand man come save me
I tried to sleep last night
but no dreams would come
laid down and closed my eyes
turned out out the light
oh Jan come save me
Awake in the endless miles
that yawn between us
writing down these lonely words
oh baby, baby, baby,
send sleep to save me
I went to bed last night
with a bad case of I miss my baby
..my love is the slow root
deep underground
holding us fast
all unseen
my love is the green that sprouts
fresh and new
eager to revel in unaccustomed space
reaching towards the light
my love is the crumpled petal
that damply unfurls
dewy and bright
face to the sun
my love is the seed that sets
the fruit that blooms
the parachuting dandy-fluff
broadcasting life in regeneration
my love is the shrivel and wither
the ochres and rust reds
the husk and the scrape
that return to their roots to sleep a dream of white