Friday I was told a story about this song called "The Porch Song." When I heard the song everything made sense, oh how I relate.
Lover, I take me back.
There are no pieces that you may have.
All of me belongs to me.
I warned you of my selfish nature.
Don't try to hold a gypsy.
We run.
Disappear.
We pack everything and move.
I have nothing to send you, I need this to survive.
One day we should celebrate.
You will forgive me in the future.
When you find the golden light of your own that I left with you.
I told you, I don't lie, I am not a thief.
Your treasure.
Look for it.
You're so close.
Put down your anger, drop all the weight.
Oil, amber, earth.
Energy, music, dreams.
I told you I wanted more.
From childhood I have been a seeker.
We chase.
Pursue.
We run to the edge of reason and jump off.
You knew when you met me, my dirty feet gave me away.
Search for your Divinity.
Saturate yourself in bliss.
Babe, you are wonderful.
Sunday, September 29, 2013
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Very Charles Bukowski... You're vulnerable, passionate, & lyrically inventive. A pleasure to read.
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