May 14, 2010
By groogruxking GOLD, Florence, Massachusetts
groogruxking GOLD, Florence, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
“The only people for me are
the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be
saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn
or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow
roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle
you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”-Jack Kerouac

Great Cannibal Dynamo in heaven
Talk without speaking cry without weeping
Scream without raising your voice you know I
Drank the poison from the poison stream
Then I floated out of here to the sun
Sinking slowly in your golden sky's eye

Look out of any window with your mind's eye
Any morning any evening up to heaven
Any day with seven towers lit by sun
And Yahweh will be sitting there weeping
The red wine that punctures the skin a stream
Then He floated out of here singing I

I've got to do something about where I
Am going step out into the rain maybe eye
Of the hurricane, step on a stream
Train set out on high road to my heaven
And we two will be standing there weeping
Any day with seven towers lit by the sun

Lost in this dry and waterless place sun
Would shine on me words would sing in me now I
Am beaten down and out left weeping
True colors come in blue and black through bloodshot eye
Colors crash collide inside heaven
Wheels fly and colors spin down this stream

Of alcohol drank from the poison stream
But I'll see you again when the sun
Has turned red over One Tree Hill under heaven
This dislocation, condemnation I
Live in isolation, desolation my eye
Bloodshot from the needle chill, me weeping

In dark alleyways I lie weeping
In through doorway she brings me pearls stole from stream
And a storm blows up in her eye
She won't suffer the needle chill of the sun
But she's running to stand still and I
Dream of faith and sex and god and heaven

And heaven is stolen from the weeping
And I am lost to the poison stream
As I feel the sun's needle and my bloodshot eye

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