How do we learn? What happens after the thought leaves the cortex?
Are memories the truth? What is love, blood or the kiss?
What replaces me or perhaps who turned out the lights?
I love the banjo like I love you
What a dance? What's to eat in France?
Red wine and black kisses on my heart. Stretch my soul.
Inject capsen shot directly into the brain.I love my blondes and reds.
Green buds are especially fine on occasion.
Bull fights with torredors in gold and violance. Swords and red capes with death on Sunday a las cinco de la tarde.
Gypsy music with violins and castnets
The last breath with a smile
Going down the final mile
Unarmed with joy in reserve
I love banjo music ringing through the pines.
Are we looking for salvation by ourselves?
When did the spark leave?
Who were you I lived with?
Joyed with and dies with a smile with?
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Old enough to say what I want and need.Sweet old man with "miles to go before I sleep". Cured in aged sprits and smoked just right. "It's alright Ma,I'm only thinking". I love peace as having tried WAR. Equal oppertunity man so to speak. Also, ALL ART AND POETRY IS COVERED UNDER COPYRIGHT LAWS. All pieces created by artist/poet and owner of this "Blog Spot-BlackCoffee Jazz.
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- longjonblu
- Pecos, New Mexico, United States
- I am a Vietnam vet,father of 4,poet and damn fine person if I do say so myself. Well traveled but miles to travel before I sleep.
1 comment:
These are wonderful questions that you ask, jon. Memories are sometimes false, but having shaped themselves so cunningly, they refuse to be shaken.
Blondes and reds are the best.
This was one sweet, stirring read. Thank you, jon.
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