for believers, doubters and hopeful pouters, rockers, ravers, lovers and sinners, poets, fighters and smokers everywhere fighting with their lighters.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
rise
old paint fades,
old clock ticks,
old lovers separate,
old dog, old tricks,
old car sputters,
old drunk hums,
old guitar screams,
while the old drummer drums,
old lady shivers,
until the old furnace heats,
old boat sinks
while the old heart beats,
old sun shines,
dries up the old rain,
shines down on the old fighter,
fighting through the pain,
a poet is a fighter,
fighting with the mind,
sorting through the truth,
sorting through the lies,
pulling from the emptiness,
to make old words rise.
(photo by D. Neutel)
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5 comments:
Awesome, HP. Mighty powerful stuff.
a dram of goodness
and a fine pic from Japan Dan
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Old Adam sittin' like a bump on a log
Workin' his old fingers and writin' a sweet blog.
Love the repitition, makes me smile.
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