Freestyle lines while driving through Gettysburg on Memorial Day Sunday…
— Read on michaelvitaly.com/2019/05/26/freestyle-lines-while-driving-through-gettysburg-on-memorial-day-sunday/
Caught between you and your memory
And now caught on the other side
of what once was a threshold
you slip now from seen and unseen,
in and out of focus,
here and then not.
Like the long heavy closed eyed yawn,
now here and now gone.
You, always there,
never coming or going,
standing still but separate
the both of you
not facing each other
not wanting to connect any longer.
You, old and new,
Did you one night,
with Lorca’s dying Orange Tree,
cut the shade you used to cast?
No more in life if no more with her?
Is that the end you choose for you?
To welcome interruptions
but never anyone home,
To welcome interruptions
but never anyone home?
There you stand ready and waiting,
and yet I walk through you
and through you, and through you.
both have bled
both are rusty,
one seems closed off.
One seems empty.
Both led home,
Now they stand apart like
but not quite
The Doctor is in the House
And all is good in the world,
bones and breath, only matter,
and all the rest is a scratch off ticket —
I could take it or leave it.
Seven Three Four
Trash dance on sidewalks
and I walk home up the hill passing Convent Garden.
People make the world go ‘round
but walls keep crumbling down
and the coup is all but set
Like the stars slipping out of place
When you touch my hand
I’m falling hard for you
Baby hold on to me because I’m going places and I want you with me
And I want to be there…
Nine four three ok bring it slowly
it’s moving day and we’re moving on out
taking it slow — you just don’t know —
and one step at a time
There’s a playground I walk passed
pretty much every day.
There’s a few I can pass depending on how I walk
Take it to the tracks
Take it falling off the hard place where the snow
clamored towards your heart outside your window.
winter’s wrath as beautiful as silk
falling about your expectant hands,
You were mine and I was yours and some helter skelter
owned us too.
Hey, Wait a minute..
This snow shouldn’t insert herself in my memory now.
It’s the first throes of spring…
HOW ON EARTH ARE WE TO TAKE A DRINK FROM THE WATER IF YOU DON’T LEAD ME THERE
Thanks to the marvels of modern technology I get to share music and tweets with Snoop Dogg. These lines were a free write to the link above. I basically wrote my lines with the first 12 minutes of his song. One of many on Snoop’s channel. Have you ever been to the SoundCloud? I have a channel myself.
Take it to the bridge. Yeah Snoop.
MichaelV coming back at you
Thanx for the tunes.
Lines to POWDA SOUL MIX
BY SNOOP DOG
BC POWDA DOES IT AGAIN
*note: seven three four and nine four three refer to the time on the sound byte I was writing with. They came out in my writing and sounded fun with the words.