NEVER TOLERATE TYRANNY!....Conservative voices from the GRASSROOTS.

...a wall of time between us, a train of life away

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A Wall of Time Between Us

...seems like only yesterday
we chased the wind
and caught the stars
only blue skies above, no clouds of grey
...you, my love, were my best friend
riding on my handlebars

As time slipped through the hour glass
and days turned into years
we grew up together that way
...from first grade to the senior class
from lemonade to cheers and beers
“made for each other”, folks all would say

...those memories of days of old
keep whispering to me
as I wonder how and where
we lost it all, like gypsy gold,
like summer nights and a wishing tree,
...we lost our love so rare

...when urgently there came the call
I had to go, and take up arms
...and leave you back so many miles
so many summers, winters and falls
still dreaming of your tender charms
your loving gaze, our secret smiles

I’ve traveled on a lonesome road
from those old days to this
through cloudy days and rainbows
walking where the rivers flowed
remembering your yearning kiss
as time went by, then somehow froze

There’s a Wall of Time between us now
A wall too high to overcome
...since your letter came that told of love
you’d found along the way somehow
never dreaming where he’d come from
though I’d been through hell and storms above

( ...ironic, too, his name was 'John'

as suddenly, our love was gone )

‘now just walking’ down forgotten lanes
shadows swaying from withering trees
collar to the wind, fading parasol above
protecting me from drizzling rains
slowly shuffling on bended knees
never looking for another love...

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...entropy

A train whistle blows
who knows where it goes...?

Crickets humming, wailing...
A firefly trailing,
streaking a green light
into a wet night...

In the distance,
over chimneys and rooftops,
a baby cries, a soldier dies...

Rain quietly falling, cascading,
Memories, dancing down forgotten lanes, parading...

Coffee spillin’ from a rusty pot
a cigarette, a puff of smoke, a pair of shoes
is all I got...

A cigarette glowing, showing through the dark
A puff of smoke curling ‘round a gaslight
in a deep, quiet park

A pair of shoes walking, treading,
on a wet, rainy pavement...
Each step dreading
the next

A cigarette burning,
dying in smouldering pain
Eyes turning, learning
that tears aren’t really rain...

A puff of smoke
whispering like a sightless ghost
silently sneaking, creeping;
there, yet impossible to feel,
then lost to the blackness...

A pair of shoes walking
into neverness, random,
through the flashings of night
in shallow puddles
reflecting a cold lamp’s light

Feet falling, pounding;
Echoes of gone times,
...going away
Echoes softly sounding