i visited a friend the other day , adrian ---Starry_Liz . she was posting away as usual. in a small effort to impart some of my 48 years of knowledge(haaaaaa!!!!!), to her very youngish self, i learned a big lesson. she had more to teach me than verse vicsa. i told her one of her poems needed a little fine tuning. but she advised me she hates to edit her words. so i thot about it for a few minutes and decided that was pretty cool. and i also told her since i needed to alter my style a little i too would try not to edit my words. these two poems have little or no edits. and are influenced by the youngish poet adrian.(and fyi the poem referenced in typsb was posted on oct. 30th)....

           the young poet steps back

 as i studied the young poets words i found myself doubley impressed

 for a mind so fresh could impart words that seasoned

 i stare at her words  ' you deserve it all like the wind deserves hard hitting

 rain'

 i went back inside my mind to the music and muses traffic jams and odd noises

 i some how step outside of me and i then had visions of we on earth

 we walk we talk we love  live and die we truth we lie  and someday

 i'll step outside this flesh colored box

 but right now i see myself here in public places  i see faces

 and i see me some how caught in the lurch

 i see faces hear voices traffic jams we cross each other

 in paths  overlapping lives

 we love we hate we scar and sear we learn we fear

 like wind in a hard hitting rain   the young poet steps

 back and  wonders aloud wonders quiet  she sees things

 many others will not or really don't care to

 all the poets eventually look out and see

 caught in the lurch.............

                        dig in deep 

 dig in bear down don't run from situations around you

 a soldier of god's love in the midst of some kinda odd warefare

 egos and small minds spinning in muddy trenches

 throwing  incendiary devices along road sides blinding us

 i can hear the years in  your voice  27   29   57 or some odd

 years on planet blue

 your language   words   body language  tell me a story

 your sighs stutters  wincing  sad stares  all tell me that

 the battlefield where love and hate explode and implode

 is creeping with dust

 your eyes go blank when you go under  sometimes hypnotised

 by the mind machine some peoples  call television

 eyes go blank when  you go under blinded by snows and fires......

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----------------------------------but in the evening when the sun goes down  crawl from the shadows got to get into town  where the music is playin all across the night   and every cloud disappears from sight   there goes a loser another loser gone    there goes another   another whos alone   there goes a loser  another loser gone wild...............  jeff lynne........

 sometimes i wish to disappear

 like a cloud

 quiet and invisible

 help me to be real again

 i've had strangers bend my eye

 and heart

 say come come come with me awhile

 let's be happy and then

 they unveil a tragedy in the midst

 of it all

 why are you walking around incomplete

 and wounded

 hurting those you try  to love

 clinging onto them like  leaves caught in  fence

 a melting candy bar on the back of my book

 why are you giving me your sorrows and

 not much else

 why are you dragging me down

 now you know why i am alone........

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