most of the time (lost when victory came too late)

'most of the time,' the broken poet quoth,
'i'm half a epoch removed from the horrors of the daylight
i have time-lapse vision; i see what will not
reveal itself to me.'
it's a hollow victory, and a hollow legacy thus imposed
upon the legions of dreams to follow chasing the scent of reason on the wind
'you know as well as i the threat
of life elsewhere in the still frame.
but would you know? would you truly?
you've never closed your eyes and navigated solely by your words.'
the power of forced hatred...and hollow anger...
a panacea for all the world's shooting stars...
'i'll open my eyes is my fears you'll allay'
a gentleman and a philosopher who says only
'every man's conscience is bound to betray.'



in the palisades

the polarisation of entites greater than you & i
inspired by the distortions in our conversations
how we could live so close to eden and never know it
i'll forever fail to understand.




Held Captive By The Evening Light

delerium held captive by a graceful veneer



The Only Engine Of Survival�.

"i'm preaching peace and harmony
the blessings of tranquility
yet i know when the time is right to strike":

comrades, in this hour of the changing of the guards,
i have thought about your good lord & saviour as being the reference point for captain...however, let us bring this all back home & not under-simplify...
"i called for captain ahab...i have you understand..." -115th
sure sure i want to bring everybody into the dream...
smoke for the scene but fortune calls:
"the captain...sending his thoughts...
down but still believing that his love will be repaid..."
...it's the changing of th' guards in the Palace of Mirrors - "where dark soldiers are reflected in endless rows"...
ah one of the most under-rated songs...
i saw the best minds of my generation...
the endless road...
hey, zimmy, (as they say in nippon),...God bless you...
back to subject, gentlemen - he said:
"the captain he might prove true..."
yes but not if the captain waits above the celebration
blue honour..."it's getting there" yes ok in part i agree w/your 1st reply & 2nd reply, however, there must be something more...
allen reading moby dick during rolling thunder,,,
desire...sara...yes i wonder how i went that long without meeting you - or having heard of you - but it was too late by the time 1976 happened along...
now i know she ain't you but she's here and she's got that dark rhythm in her soul. "and she don't want to remind me.
She knows this car would go out of control."
c'mon folks...this is something i really truly sincerely wonder-think about...
"he's well schooled & he's soon to be killed..." or is that skilled...keep the lyric in mid-mind...
"you've been through all of f scott fitzgerald's books," alright, mr jones...
i am counting on you, comrades, these are tough rough unfluffed times...150 injured in israel just hours ago..."oh me an' my cousin one arthur McBride..."
sorry, that was a surge of something i couldn't control...i tried..."and all i got was lost" that's why you have to be prepared - even though you never know for what
i never cared for trotsky & faber - they never told dylan what they were thinking - but the only engine of survival is now to listen
still waiting for the miracle..."tryin' to get to heaven before they close the door..."

it's life and life only.
'i was so much older then - i'm younger than that now.'
it's alright, comrades, i'm only bleeding.

(with due respects to julius from dylan.com)




living vicariously through desire

the power fluctuates and i pray the lights don't go out
before i find a flashlight
it grows so very cold in here in no time at all
when i'm left alone in the dark,
staring out into the rain, luminescent in the dark sky,
falling in the broken streets.




the rebirth of sanctimonious sentiment

....and hilarity ensued....



Half as alive

"but i would not feel so awfully alone..."
that's so halfway to terminal five i can't recall what you told me the last time we spoke...
& i fought the forces of good with you...
you saw mr. i'm-going-back-to-new-york-city,-i-do-believe-i've-had-enough crying that
the night - it was falling fast, you recall - would bring about the end of the world...
no no no - that's more than i care to think about..."i just want you to know
i can see through your mask" - "come, you masters of war" i know a place where we can be alone with our poetry
...leading into daylight i thought i saw j edgar hoover and the marching band
at the corner of wednesday & 61st & i called to them - their heads turned - they saw you - and they kept on marching
don't you feel so alone
hey mr zimmerman - isn't that what they yelled at you in budokan - what have you seen that you cannot speak of
"you & i we've been through all that..."
i speak kindly to you - i saw you in morocco, alone as usual, and you were half as alive as i remember
you being when i saw you without your reservations
on the beach in belize - you remember belize -
walking and softly singing,
"any day now, any day now, i shall be released."
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