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from 1:43 am in New Zealand , with lovein my chair, my thoughts i share. dazed and tired, cursing and dancing. i think i’m here, i think i’m there, tonight i’ve travelled far and near. and with every word she spoke, my heart awoke, to the elegance with which i fell in love.
illusions come and illusions go. i’ve seen it all before. but this was no illusion, it was something more. but fools come and fools go. and we’ll never experience it again for love nor money.
ride off into the October sunset, and did you whistle in Thursday’s rain? see that you dress for all conditions. and love all seasons all the same.
occasionally i’ll wake you before i catch the train to montgomery, but you’ll have to solemly swear not to be sneaky and follow me.
watching over you through sight and spirit, in all dimensions humanely possible. my love for you is growing into something foreign, but i know that it’s totally colossal.
the picture projected onto the television screen by my videotape continues to hurriedly bounce up and down. it’s sporadic in it’s movement and impossible to predict. my frustration grows when i arrive at the realization that the fuzzy static that swims to the middle of the picture and floats back down again does so at the most inconvenient time. not overly angry, but annoyed, i let out a sigh. i have just missed one of the more crucial points in the story, and the visual is everything. never did i know, never did i think that nine or ten years later i’d be thinking back and laughing, longing. nostalgia.
kings are born irrespective of titles given. a beckoning of imagery empowers them, they can foresee the goal being achieved and the barriers suddenly drift off into oblivion. standing in a kings way is useless, for you will be bowled out of the way like a street sign in a hurricane. the trees bend slightly when a king is nearby, and at night, the owls gawking eyes will try to detect the excellence. kings are born from discovery of themselves. give Picasso a paintbrush, he will perfect a masterstroke, give dylan a guitar, he will fill it’s sound with accompanying vocabulary, give beckham a ball, he will make it bend through the air like none other. brilliance always ignites and sky rockets through a means of exercising it. the world is a canvas. learn to discover yourself, help others discover. you may not yet be inside the palace.
if you run up the hills just keep going, if you sail the oceans just keep going, if you fly over everything just keep going.. the serenity of the world may not always be showing. degradation of the land will not be decided by the hour’s hand, but by man, but by man, but by man. lets cut it short. greenery and peace is something we’ve learned to abort. you’ve been travelling in an open field for hours on this warm summer night and you don’t know where you are but you love it.
Tennessee oh Tennessee, from what you’ve shown to me, your words are like water - pure and clear. the sadness of your soul reveals the music of the sphere. and sealed behind your spiritual mind is your poetic love and fear.
