Red3angel Posted May 29, 2018 Share Posted May 29, 2018 Mine Each of usA cell of awarenessImperfect and incompleteGenetic blendsWith uncertain endsOn a fortune huntThat’s far too fleet… Yours......? 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Entre_Perpetuo Posted May 29, 2018 Share Posted May 29, 2018 "The most endangered speciesThe honest manWill still survive annihilationForming a worldState of integritySensitive, open and strong" I think many of us can agree Natural Science was one of Neil's best lyrics all around. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goose Posted May 29, 2018 Share Posted May 29, 2018 "The most endangered speciesThe honest manWill still survive annihilationForming a worldState of integritySensitive, open and strong" I think many of us can agree Natural Science was one of Neil's best lyrics all around. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JARG Posted May 29, 2018 Share Posted May 29, 2018 Yeah, whoah yeah! 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blue Barchetta Posted June 1, 2018 Share Posted June 1, 2018 "The blacksmith and the artist reflect it in their art. They forge their creativity..." Love the way he combines a blacksmith's work (forging) with that of an artist (creativity). Damn...are we SURE this is the same man who wrote "Dog Years"? 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
losingit2k Posted June 11, 2018 Share Posted June 11, 2018 Losing It The dancer slows her frantic paceIn pain and desperation,Her aching limbs and downcast faceAglow with perspiration Stiff as wire, her lungs on fire,With just the briefest pause --The flooding through her memory,The echoes of old applause. She limps across the floorAnd closes her bedroom door... The writer stare with glassy eyes --Defies the empty pageHis beard is white, his face is linedAnd streaked with tears of rage. Thirty years ago, how the words would flowWith passion and precision,But now his mind is dark and dulledBy sickness and indecision And he stares out the kitchen doorWhere the sun will rise no more... Some are born to move the world --To live their fantasiesBut most of us just dream aboutThe things we'd like to be Sadder still to watch it dieThan never to have known itFor you -- the blind who once could see --The bell tolls for the... 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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