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Bluesman and The Boy (A Street Poem)

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Back behind Gianni’s bar
The Bluesman sings his tunes
To all the local n’er do wells
And to the stars and to the moon

His voice is coarse as forty grit
His playing smooths it out
He plays upon an orange crate
Comfort is not what he’s about

Bluesman, Bluesman play a song
One sung just for me
One that paints pictures in my head
A song that I can see

Buskers, lined the concourse
The street where he was not
This was just a place for tourist fare
He was where the world forgot

His tunes were sung for no one but
Himself and to the air
Out front, that was another world
Bluesman, did not live out there

A crowd has gathered slowly
More of a group, than a real crowd
They heard about the bluesman
And out front was too damn loud

In back, you heard the feelings
Felt the music, heard the strings
You experienced the atmosphere
That a good old bluesman brings

Out of the crowd of fandom
Working his way through the mass
Was a young, tousled haired boy
Everybody let him pass

He rocked in one position
He felt the music ebb and flow
He looked where the notes were airborne
He saw the music go

The bluesman sat and watched him
playing stories, telling tales
Of drunks in old Las Vegas
And of sailors fighting gales

the young boy stood and rocked some
always looking at the air
He wasn’t looking at the bluesman
He didn’t know that he was there

He walked up to the old man
staring out into the space
that streamed the bluesmans music
right into the young boys face

the bluesman watched intently
As the young lad touched his hand
And he held the bluesmans old guitar
He became a member of the band

The boy moved even closer
If that were possible at all
He was feeling the sweet music
He was having quite a ball

The crowd watched as the bluesman
and the boy became as one
The boy resting his head now
On the guitar, having fun

He couldn’t see the bluesman
But the music, it was there
The boy was blind, autistic
He saw the notes that filled the air

The bluesman kept on playing
For that was what the bluesman did
He was playing for the starry sky
And for this wondrous little kid

His mother came and held him
She took the bluesman by the hand
She said thank you for the music
For letting him be in your band

In a voice as smooth as Bourbon
The bluesman told her that her son
Could come and feel the music
The music makes us one

Bluesman, Bluesman play a song
One that’s only just for me
Bluesman, Bluesman play a song
That only I can see….

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Darkness

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I sit and look deep in your eyes
And I can’t see your soul
Instead I see a darkness
A deep and empty hole
You look back at me..empty
With the eyes that show me naught
There’s no love there, waiting,
No passion, nothing hot
The eyes of a dark creature
Not the person I once loved
Who was half of what made us
Who always pushed when I did shove
The darkness there behind the eyes
Show me, you aren’t there to see
There’s nothing of the old you
There’s nothing there for me
I don’t know when the blackness
Came along and took your soul
I must have missed the memo
That made your insides dark as coal
You’re just an empty,  burned out husk
You were there, but now you’re black
I hope you find your way again
On your long, winding road back

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The Old, Black Hanging tree

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In the back roads there’s a legend
By the old black hanging tree
That this is the old crossroads
Where the devil comes to me
There’s nothing near, it’s barren
But the tree and an old rope
It is dark, and bleak and distant
And all devoid of hope
Is this the famous crossroads
where the devil makes a deal
It depends on what you’re willing
To trade and get his seal

There is a tale of Johnny
Who played and won his bet
He beat the Devil at his game
But, the Devil does not fret
For every Johnny that is lost
A million more are signed
Just look around the world and see
They just so easy for to find

The pious and believers
Pass the tree and it’s ok
But, the souls who wish to trade up
Feel a reason for to stay
The Devil hears their pleas
And he comes up to their side
He brings along the contract
And then he takes them for a ride

Deals are made for money
and deals are made for fame
It doesn’t matter to the Devil
He’s the ruler of the game
You’ll get your wish regardless
In trade he gets your soul
The only thing you need to know
Is that you are no longer whole

A contract is a contract
And redemption sets you free
But, to double cross the devil
Isn’t easy as you’ll see
Johnny beat him fairly
And the Devil said that he
Will come and grab a million more
By the old, black, hanging tree.

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High Class in A Low Class World

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I saw her at the diner
She caught my eye right from the start
It wasn’t too long after
That this woman caught my heart

She didn’t fit in with the people
Drinking coffee , eating up
She was drinking with her pinkie out
As she held her coffee cup

She’s was high class in a low class world
That was plain as plain could be
I wanted to be in her world
And I wanted her with me
She was queen of somewhere
I don’t know, and I wanted to be king
She was high class in a low class world
And I wanted to be king

She had her napkin tucked
Just so, you know
Not all scrunched up in a wad
And she only dabbed the corners
Like an Angel sent from God

She was crisp and pressed and perfect
Not a hair was out of place
And the light just made her eyes shine
She had such a lovely face

She’s was high class in a low class world
That was plain as plain could be
I wanted to be in her world
And I wanted her with me
She was queen of somewhere
I don’t know, and I wanted to be king
She was high class in a low class world
And I wanted to be king

She was sitting in our diner
although she belonged far uptown
Most folks here all wore ball caps
while she deserved a crown

When she spoke, my heart just trembled
Her voice was breathy, like a wisp
And she spoke like she was Royal
So cool and cut and crisp

She’s was high class in a low class world
That was plain as plain could be
I wanted to be in her world
And I wanted her with me
She was queen of somewhere
I don’t know, and I wanted to be king
She was high class in a low class world
And I wanted to be king

She was someone from a movie
Full of mystery, intrigue
And I knew from looking at her
She was way out of my league

I wouldn’t know just where to start
She was gold and I was tin
She was High class in my low class world
And I surely wanted in

I stood there in the kitchen
Washing dishes in the sink
And I knew I’d go home lonely
What else was there for to think?

She’s was high class in a low class world
That was plain as plain could be
I wanted to be in her world
And I wanted her with me
She was queen of somewhere
I don’t know, and I wanted to be king
She was high class in a low class world
And I wanted to be king

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Puff, the Magic Dragon 2

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Puff the magic dragon
Lives by the sea
We know him from our childhoods
Living down in Hona Lee

Little Jackie Paper
He loved that dragon puff
But, he’s grown up  and he’s moved away
He’s too old for all that stuff

What happened to the dragon?
What is Puff doing these days?
Few children come to visit him
He’s still swimming between the bays

Puff is writing stories
Of his time so long ago
He uses a computer now
For his writing was so slow

Little Jackie Paper
Is a doctor in Duluth
He doesn’t think of Puff at all
He won’t accept the truth

His imagination
Disappeared as Jackie grew
Puff was not a living thing
As far as Jackie knew

Puff is making money
But, longs for old pursuits
Like sealing wax and other things
And kids in rubber boots

Jackie came to visit
He brought his family to the beach
Puff was there in hiding
And he stayed just out of reach

Jackies son, he saw him
told his dad of dragon Puff
Jackie said, it isn’t real
“Of this talk I’ve had enough”

Puff the magic dragon
heard this and he did cry
He missed his Jackie Paper
He never said good bye

Jackies son kept wanting
To see the dragon by the shore
So, Jackie took him down again
To find the dragon friend once more

Puff, he saw them coming
And he made his way on out
And to his little Jackie Paper
Puff, gave out a shout

He shot fire from his nostrils
He splashed water with his tail
He even showed Jackies young boy
How he could harness wind and sail

Puff the magic dragon
still lives by the sea
One day Jackie will notice him
And his mind will then be free

A child’s imagination
Must be nurtured as they grow
Harness it as they grow up
Maybe they’ll put on a show

Never, tell your children
to stop playing around
Play along and you will see
Puff is there still to be found

Puff, the magic dragon
Lives by the sea
He still frollicks in the autumn mist
In a land called Hona Lee

Day 57 – Reflection Paper CJUS

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Originally posted on Willowwisp:

Hey All, for todays post I am going to give you a copy of my reflection paper that is due this week. For those who do not know, I am a Criminal Justice major at Liberty University.  I don’t know how I keep getting A’s in this class– hahaha  I write my papers like I BLOG!!



Here we are in week 7 of our criminal justice class and I am asked to discuss what I have learned and to be honest I do not know where to begin; as I have soaked up a lot of knowledge. I guess the first place I’d like to start is with the Constitution and the Bill of Rights. So many times I have heard people quote their ‘rights’ and I never knew if those were really my rights or not. Now I have a pretty good understanding of what my individual rights actually…

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Three sides

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i was drinking
so i’m late
that’s what started the debate

was it one drink
maybe two
i’m not sure, i wish i knew

in every single conversation
there’s two sides that we see
but, besides ours, there’s another
the truth and that makes three

was i dancing
did i meet
another woman, so discreet

you were home
alone you said
but, there’s clean sheets upon the bed

little lies
and bigger liars
i didn’t ride her, just kicked the tires

you just smile
and don’t let on
it’s just ten minutes since he’s been gone

we can argue
what’s the use
neither one can tell the truth

i go quiet
that’s just me
there’s still a third side i should see

so i drink
one shot or two
it shouldn’t matter much to you

one side mine
another yours
the third side hidden behind closed doors

there’s three sides known  to every story
the third one can be kind of gory
so it’s the one we never see
mine, yours, and the truth makes three

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Dragon

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Guarding what it truly loves
A dragon treasures gold
Jewels and plundered booty
Deep down inside it’s hold
A dragon guards it’s one true love
Fire breathing, blooded ….cold
My woman has a dragon
Here’s your warning…you’ve been told

Real or just imagined
My woman has a dragon
Deep inside,
How she feels

Real or just imagined
My woman has a dragon
You may laugh
But, I know that it’s real

Guarding what it truly loves
A dragon treasures gold
Jewels and plundered booty
Deep down inside it’s hold
A dragon guards it’s one true love
Fire breathing, blooded ….cold
My woman has a dragon
Here’s your warning…you’ve been told

Her heart burns like a fire
set by dragons breath no less
it’s an inferno like no other
i have felt it…i confess

Don’t ever cross that dragon
and go to where it lies
I have seen the dragon’s fire
Coming deep from in her eyes

It’s a mine field of surprises
An act of balance every day
Do you tempt what it is guarding
or do you let the dragon stay ?

Real or just imagined
Your woman has a dragon too
I can tell, because I’ve seen it
And her dragon’s guarding you