Lark a Bird
I turned in the door then turned around
everyone we loved going ground
I explained zither, to Burmese
converted breath color psyche
didn’t take the first bait
sweetest lemon hunger sate
to lean, to preen, two for darling
waiting silver trident exploration
something about the trees underneath
tripping on an occular blockage
the faces tumble, start trippin’
holding on to a board, not floored, expansion
some couples, some walking in twos
some with a rhythm of blues in their shoes
some with lemon curl curd hair
all of them titter twirl and stare
running out of lines
taking a long look
Poetry & Acoustic Music Open Mic
Sausalito CA USA
Last Thursday of the Month
Feb 28 2013
Taste of Rome Cafe 1000 Bridgeway Ave
new website: poetryextravaganza.org
Friday Lunch Sausalito
By the San Francisco Bay, Friday lunch in Sausalito - singers, poets, song writers, guitars, drums, and other artistic sings. Walk along the water and hear singing and playing in the green parks by the water. Bring an instrument and serenade the seals and pelicans.
where: Sausalito California, in the free parks along the bay
when: Friday Lunch time (noonish to twoish, if very inspired and soaking in the sunshine until threeish )
THURSDAY Open Mic Poetry Acoustic Music Sausalito CA
Thursday Night Jan 31 Open Mic
Sausalito California USA
Poems Poets Poetry Music Musicians Acoustic
Sometime after 7 pm until about 9:30
Taste of Rome Cafe
1000 bridgeway ave
sausalito CA
this one is for- a certain girl
sometimes i slip - into her world…
Maid Mer
recorded live
on soundcloud.com/floatingarts
original song poem - apologies for the cheap microphone
Or maybe i should post it this way….
Sun She
original song
Sun She
Sun She
Guitar + Vocal
( recorded on cheap camera microphone, live one take )
direct sound cloud link Sun She on sound cloud
Misfits Cherry Flavored
I said no, i meant yes
don’t tell them the secrets yet
she stares, then jokes, then gets a rise
different countries, color coded eyes
she said, color coded eyes
dont even think about touching my shit
fuck i can’t stand, head rush stars
i can’t even rhyme, meters unjelled
craving brandy, misfits
cherry flavored, antacids
yeah cherry flavored antacids
its cold and no one is here except
silent mouse / holy louse
all is calm, so fuckin carry on
all is bright, nurturing fluorescent lights
the girl would please, bored boy twirls cart
i forgot what everybody was singing about
drags the cart around the room
boy to father, agenda in fa tah dah
yeah agenda in fa tah dah
oh she will get you back, kid
she knows the crusty stuck fabric hid
you can try and saunter but don’t even pretend
this is blood
that is iron
the wheels run over rubble
yeah the wheels run over rubble
rome rome rome
viva vidi vici
rome rome rome
my blood leans to home
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( taking some poems and using them for song lyrics )
Sun She
sorry for the limited - vocabulary
pretty good for - old wood blazin’
highlight the pretend - deep knee bends
round to ask the question - quick protection
is called forth then round to you
round to you
round to you
taking the strum - in the air
no one cares - don’t look up
the sun she comes - into your life
into your heart
into the sky
into the sky
into the sky
the sun, she comes
healing your sky
healing earth green
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( “Sun She” song debut performed on september 27, 2012 )
Lyrical wonderin’
“Do you believe in woods winds narrow casting?”
she asked me, lyrical wonderin’
“would you walk a crooked sky line? “
“or Hold my heart inter twinning ….. ? tithing…”
such sweetness soft; my honey dappled
so many excuses; grinding money shrapnel
take yo breath, a break, stumble around
reflections polished free in this tidal town
brave men at the helm
wise navigators of the realm
strong stars appear to thee
singing sweet ancient hymns of victory
i never fail; to notice your beauty bright
every morning i wake sacred duty sight
every breath i make a vow
she never fail two bliss union tao
so keep up the work in this garden
of dirt, of reasons, of dreams
of dirt, of reasons, of dreams
roll in the joy
joy of working
in *this* garden
Songs
Journal
by impressari0
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