intimateSTRANGER
I knew his face, I could not call his name,
Though often if but briefly we had met.
Intent upon my vain pursuit of fame,
I found this stranger easy to forget.
Quite unexpectedly he'd reappear,
Unwelcomely disrupting my routine;
I'd hear his step and know that he was near,
Content to wait outside, remain unseen.
He then began to come round more and more;
Each time he would a little longer stay;
Until one day he knocked upon my door
And came inside and would not go away.
And thus it was that with my final breath
I did at last recall - his name is Death.
by John T. Baker
Though often if but briefly we had met.
Intent upon my vain pursuit of fame,
I found this stranger easy to forget.
Quite unexpectedly he'd reappear,
Unwelcomely disrupting my routine;
I'd hear his step and know that he was near,
Content to wait outside, remain unseen.
He then began to come round more and more;
Each time he would a little longer stay;
Until one day he knocked upon my door
And came inside and would not go away.
And thus it was that with my final breath
I did at last recall - his name is Death.
by John T. Baker
posted by intimateSTRANGER at 4:27 da tarde
1 Comments:
Man it’s a hot one
Like seven inches from the midday sun
I hear you whisper & the words melt everyone
But you stay so cool
My mu-equita, my Spanish harlem mona lisa
Your my reason for reason
The step in my groove
And if you say this life ain’t good enough
I would give my world to lift you up
I could change my life to better suit your mood
Cause you’re so smooth
And just like the ocean under the moon
Well that’s the same emotion that I get from you
You got the kind of lovin that can be so smooth
Gimme your heart, make it real
Or else forget about it
I’ll tell you one thing
If you would leave it would be a crying shame
In every breath and every word I hear your name calling me out
Out from the barrio, you hear my rhythm from your radio
You feel the turning of the world so soft and slow
Turning you round and round
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