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    dots Submission Name: ** Hobo Rewritedots

    Author: sandman
    Elite Ratio:    3.22 - 1644/1440/613
    Words: 1317
    Class/Type: Poetry/Passion
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    dots** Hobo Rewritedots

    My old friend of years
    called me before passing,
    the other day
    A person that I longed for
    and new our time would come.

    In his last words, to his dying breathe
    A sacred passage he bestow with me.

    As I walk to the valley of death, with him
    My shadow of life reappears
    Our Sacred cross has left me
    A virtue to be stolen

    in his mystique
    the tall grass weaves, in the gentle breeze
    I will bless you with this passage
    Wear it well
    Unleash my crosses
    Of yesterday

    The essence of the glass
    Remains in the fires of the kiln
    Indigo glasses shade my vision
    In this dark passage
    I will rise again!

    Awaken me
    In a vibrant storm
    Yesterday was cold and Grey
    Tell me I never was
    A moment of once upon a time
    I held you close
    Our secrets stay within
    A walk through
    The valley of the damned
    No arms to caress you
    When you fall
    Look beyond the tree
    As you walk towards the sunset
    Forever you will see
    What waits for you upon?
    The forest of the field
    To where it opens of the tall grass
    A playground of people
    Walking to and from each other
    Silent voices live inside the grass
    That lay beyond the meadow

    Spirits walk from you and me
    As we pass day to day
    A spirit the life of a broken soul
    That time has left
    Wandering to correct his crosses

    Darkness falls
    On the air of the night
    Cruel breeze surrenders your sight
    Frozen in the glass, you look through
    As you see my shape
    Shifting in the sand
    Skimming stones across the pond
    Holding hands and me chasing you
    Across the water to the river bed
    Where we lay
    In our field of dreams
    The smell of springtime
    Is where and when
    We found our swing of dreams
    Reaching for the sky
    Pick a star make a wish
    Maybe you will maybe you might
    Have the wish you wish tonight
    Looking through the eye
    Of the looking glass
    Is where you will find your rainbow?

    Beauty lies
    In the eye of its beholder
    To forever see beauty is poetry?
    Poetry sees forever
    Beauty lies
    Beyond the eyes
    Of its beholder!

    I walk through this valley
    When a young man
    Revisits his roots
    The smell of bourbon on his old face
    He was badly beaten & slightly broken
    A hobo sleeps under a tree

    A route to school my kid sister and me
    Hearing our mother
    Boy dont go through that valley
    Hobo Joe
    Is the death of little kids?
    Go away you old whore
    As we ran from our house
    To where the valley opens to the forest

    The smell of the forest, as we enter
    Took our Mothers words in fright
    The sun never rises
    Where the forest meets our school crossing

    Today like any other
    We got lost in the rustle of the leaves
    Our curiosity remembers
    Pitter patter
    Our feet kept moving
    Walk faster as my kid sister yells

    Too many thoughts go racing
    In our young mind
    Curiosity questions our simple young mind
    Stepping in out of the daylight
    Seeing the footprints of the hobos left behind

    Our mouths fell open
    Oh sis! I hear him breathing
    The smell of bourbon
    Is behind us
    Hobo Joe has found us
    Face to face on our way to school

    Frightened by his face
    We jumped and screamed
    Little did we no
    Old Joe was a dying man

    His hands were shaky
    His voice
    His voice I can’t erase it
    Nursery rhymes of old
    Sang, from Joe’s yesterdays

    Pleading with us to stay
    The day in his company
    Deep in the valley we wander
    Where the hobos gather
    Trading stories
    Telling lies as their times remember
    True love and once upon a time
    Sitting on his bar stool
    Joe’s sweet memories
    Bring a smile to our face
    As we wait his return

    Together we sat my kid sister and me.
    In their return
    Tell us more about this and that
    Tell us why they did that
    Oh my goodness
    There goes Joe we shall follow

    No stars shine in the sky of the forest
    Time forever stands still
    As night falls, upon the forest
    In the magic of the forest

    Joe fades away
    Into a raggedy man
    The streets looking for food and shelter
    His castaway life
    Has brought him here
    Neither balance nor pleasures
    The autumn day howls through as
    A summer’s day passes
    Leaves scatter at the curb side of his dwelling

    A lonely soul
    Finds himself sleeping
    At the curb side with his memories
    Under a streetlight at
    Memories Lane

    The cold night air
    Shatters his barriers
    A cruel winter breeze
    Shakes him to his cradle of life
    Of once upon a time.
    Have fallen on his frozen skin
    Forming shelter from the pain
    Frostbite is his insect
    Feeding of his cold frame
    Nursery rhymes from his frozen lips
    Are written in the snow

    Bundled by the campfire
    My kid sister and me
    No worries of school no care of home
    We are worlds away
    As Joe starts to play
    Come sit with me by the curb side
    My adolescent ones
    I tell you a tale to fancy
    Your frown
    Once as a boy just like you
    Place to place I did travel
    Lost and lonely no place to call home
    Penny for your thoughts
    To help you unravel
    All those ties and binds
    All caught up in you

    Sit in with us as I
    Introduce you to my special friend
    Silver Hair is his name
    Found him at the curb side
    Down here at Memories lane
    Torn and tattered
    All dressed in blue
    Fine little fellow
    He turned out to be
    Always keeps me smiling on my way
    Silver Hair shakes
    And Silver Hair shines
    Travelling from place to place
    Castaways from the circus
    Along their way

    Nestled by the campfire
    My kid sister and me
    Our school day has passed
    As Silver Hair starts to sing
    Welcome! To the circus
    Tambourine men play me a lullaby
    I’m not too sure how it goes
    Sing me a song from your memory
    I’ll tell you a tale of a younger man

    A banjo plays the hobo sings
    Hiding his face behind a makeup mask
    The smile of a clown raggedy and torn
    Hand me down shoes

    Too many shades of blue to mention
    Not my intention
    Sometimes life happens that way
    Tell me no lie
    Forget that I lay beside you
    Back then
    Once a fool
    You lost your way
    So here we are, once again another trip
    Down Memories Lane

    Remember I
    Joined the circus a runaway
    Painted smile hides my frown
    I hear you laughing at my clown!
    Tambourine man
    Lay me down in your harmony
    As I wander through the ages
    Of my darkest journey

    Derelict daze, welcome to the maze
    Of my circus
    Fat lady sings yesterday’s blues
    Guess my weight you could win
    A buck or two
    Monkey sing, monkey shine
    A crack! From his whip, the monkey whines
    Silver hair shutters, and Silver Hair stutters
    Tambourine in hand
    Please Mister; can you spare me a dime?
    So I can call my mother
    Who left me in this dark place?

    Run to the thunder of the roller coaster
    Where we will hide our sorrows
    Under the bridge where we can dance
    Behind our masks we’ll find our tomorrows
    I wander to and from these hills
    To a valley far and near
    The shadow of death will walk with us here
    For me I know I will find a better tomorrow!

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    | Posted on 2011-07-14 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ]
      Retrospectively retroactive preterite renditions , estranged ensemble orchestration . Down here at the bizarre bazaar we all believe in the blasphemous farcical fugues . Serendipity servant serenades and mystic symbiosis up spiritual sky , lightning bow hat pick , execrational eventuation evocative , amalgamated anathema android and carousel ceaselessly ceremony chaos character charisma . Haberdashery hauberk harangue propinquity habitation harbinger . Aura roan rainbow mare , nimbus nimiety nihilism . Maieutic fallow feral , teleportation telecommunication , existentially translucent opulence opacity . Corrupt costume counselor chameleon charlatan chaperone entourage , dexterous gargoyle disguise gimmick camouflage , scenario synopsis siren skeptic . Pandemically phatic futurity fatidic raucously riotous .

    Seriously dude this was awesome . It really , crusty old man , brought out the hobo Joe in me . I hardly knew what to say . A definite fave. .

    | Posted on 2011-07-14 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ]

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