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Railroad Blues
In this city,trains don’t talk of empathy.it’s racket, it’s noise, it’s outburstsas they all refrain from looking within So the train goes.past stationspast never ending final stops A sweet chorus whistles from the lipsof the conductor:don’t ask me about me,i won’t ask about you. Let me be lost till I disappearedinto my railroad blues. Thank… Continue reading
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Only Human
You’re a human.That is limited I’m an artist.That breaks limits So I smile.When I look at you,I look in youI look past youI look at your past Smile. And touch you. You’re only human.Possessive of limits I’m an artist.Seeing beyond possibilities And I hold you.Squeeze you between my body and heart Make your artleak. Squeeze… Continue reading
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Taking The L
Whenever I take the L,Nostalgia hits me like a late-running trainThat grinds my face to dust rising in the sun’sProjection on my mindInundated with a traffic of picturesLong left behind in the lightsSometimes more white than brightHabiting this train squeezing through a tube. Ghosts under the daylight;Memories that live long after their executionThat I raise… Continue reading
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Finding My Nemo
When you decide to love another manI want you to not forget: Thank you for making me feelThe other side of love. Thank you for Making me understand,Riding horses on the back of the wind Thank you for aiming at my heartsetting fireworks in the little fucker Thank you for unchaining me,let my heart fly,… Continue reading