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Poetry
2001

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that which the soul

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2001

MAMA’S RUM BLUES

 

That’s my mum, living on Rolaids and rum.

Mama knows the highway by heart.
What keeps her running ain’t no mystery,
Daddy’s now with Elvis, Mama’s in misery.

She moved into a square on the corner
With retail on the first floor.
She’s on the wrong side of the tracks
Across from the Purple Pig and One Eyed Jacks.

 

She says sometimes I wake up I don’t know where I am,

And I say, close your eyes and there you are.
She says I don’t know where I should be.

And I say, close your eyes so you can see.

 

She raises her hands in the air while she’s standing there

This is all just a complete nightmare.
You can go anywhere you choose-
Nothing compares truths like Mama’s Rum Blues.

ISN’T THAT ENOUGH

 

Can’t write any words any more
Nothing left to say inside.

Can’t speak, words are too weak.
Though I find myself with so much to say.

Must find another way.

All that’s left is love,

Isn’t that enough?
Just love.

 

Hands tired of walking, feet tired of doing the talking.

My lips are sealed this time.
I stand beside you, my eyes adore you.

Don’t walk away, it’s no time to run.
Face to face, grace to grace
Cast you soul out with no reason to hide.
I am the one to toss your fears aside until…

 

All that’s left is love,

Isn’t that enough?
Just love.

 

Through the thunder, words are like lightning.
Burn the mind, sting the soul and hearts do break.

Making sound through the noise of now and then
In the silence of tears and smiles, we finally find…

 

All that’s left is love,

Isn’t that enough?
Just love.

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