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The Bridge
03:02
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The waters calm….dark and deep
Lulling the infant to its sleep
Rolling clouds and hateful skies
The rushing weeds muffles baby cries
Hush little baby don’t say a word
The only witness was the leaf and a bird
And if that leaf and bird don’t speak
Your secrets safe in that cold, black creek.
Cry Baby Cry
The bridge bears the burden of the tale
The years blend like circles on a snail
People trek from miles around
To hear that lone-ly sad sad sound
To hear that lone-ly sad sad sound
-Keith Bowen
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13
04:25
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As I lay my head to sleep
Optimistically I try to keep
The waking creatures beneath me at bay
As they struggle to meet the day
Only hints of their lonely slumber
Wind and rain will not encumber
Their patient rise to the waiting surface
Breaking through the terra firmness
Friendly demons perform every feat
Assaulting ears and eyes a sen-sory treat
See a complete….. trans-formation
Watch the flight-ful desperation
Events cause the migration - confusion in the air
It’s all just instinctual a social affair
Warming temperatures no time to spare
Archaic insects aim to repair
Thirteen years of their destruction
A current quest to increase production
Vibrating organs create symphonies
Ringing loudly through the sober trees
Defying gravity they fill the sky
Watching us with their compound eyes
Carbon copies dried from the heat
Segmented bodies crawl and secret
Cold blooded phantoms… litter the streets
Instant protein …pred-a-torial treats
Fading light comes the muscle spasms
The spiral ending for the tiny bantams
Denying nature… so frail and tough
Float to the cosmos by eth-ereal dust
The actions are relative ..a piece of the pie
It’s all just instinctual the numbers increase in size
Inspect the fragile ganglia with coldness of a tomb
Nod off to sweet amnesia the flowers all will bloom
- Keith Bowen
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Deception not so crystal clear
Reflecting pools filled with her tears
Break the ones that you hold dear
Crack the code…Your greatest fear
Things are seldom as they seem
Distant laughter sounds like a scream
A lovely maiden swimming pure and tan
A broken mermaid with a skeleton hand
Raising questions….feed them well
Weaving magic then cast the spell
So hypnotic your brain will swell
Turns chaotic hear the masses yell
Things are seldom as they seem
A passing angel is just a dream
A hidden path to the promised land
Hand drawn maps help to understand
- Keith Bowen
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4. |
There was a Crooked Man
04:42
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