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Running Away |
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Eusta B. Mae Senior Member
since 2010-05-03
Posts 903 |
Running away From the loneliness Inside Covering many a Painful mile Searching For that Hole to fill Wisdom wondering Better late Than never Perhaps that Lonely longing Is me Missing me |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
I don't know, but reading this put me in mind of a song called "Hitchhiker," by the band Legend Heart I will have on the back cover of my new novel, "Three Corners." Your poem has the same lonesome, wishful tenor to it that "Hitchhiker" has. If you want to listen to the song you can go here and scroll down a little. It will be on the right hand side of the screen. http://www.myspace.com/boltonjp Here are the lyrics. HITCH HIKER MIDNIGHT WINDS ARE BLOWING FREE ACROSS THE OPEN SKY LEAVES AND FLOWERS TREES AND RAIN JUST SEEM TO BLOW ON BY MOUNTAIN ROADS AHEAD OF ME LOOK SO STEEP AND LONG SNOW IS FALLING HEAVENLY DOWN AS THE PATH IS WINDING ON (BRIEF INSTRUMENTATION) SHELTER MANY MILES AWAY NOT A CAR IN SIGHT SLEEPING UNDER NATURE'S CAVES HEARING SOUNDS OF NIGHT WILDERNESS IS NOT A STRANGER BEEN HITCHIN' FOR MANY YEARS RUNNING FROM MYSELF I GUESS OR HIDING FROM MY FEARS x JUST HOW DOES ONE DECIDE WHERE THEY WANT TO BE WHICH IS THE PASSAGE TO THE PERFECT PLACE FOR ME IF SOMEHOW I COULD ASK THE STARS TO TELL MY DESTINY MAYBE THESE TIRED EYES WOULD SEE (SOLO) MY JOURNEY'S LONG AND EMPTY DESTINATIONS UNKNOWN NO COMMUNICATION LETTERS TELEPHONE ALL ROADS MUST, LEAD TO SOMEWHERE BUT WHERE IT'S HARD TO SAY SO IT'S ON, TO ENDLESS VOYAGES AS DARKNESS TURNS TO DAY.. ********************************* " WORDS AND MUSIC BY RENO WEST " ********************************* . . . and the Raven said, %!~#&(&#!$! |
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s1nfully_1nn0c3nt Senior Member
since 2003-10-26
Posts 1105Watertown, NY |
Hmm...I like this. The idea that one is lonely, only because one has not found one's self. Enjoyed this.  -Trina. |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
MIssing ourselves can be very disheartening. We need to find ourselves again but we don't know exactly where to look. We need to retrace our steps until we see where we lost ourselves and then do whatever's necessary to get ourselves back...so who says life is easy?? Speaking of songs, this one reminds me of a Rod McKuen poem sung by Sinatra. There's a few more lonesome cities That I'd like to see While the winds of wandering Are still inside of me. There's a few more lonesome valleys That I'd like to know Bridge or two I'd like to cross Few more oats to sow. Maybe when I've done it all Seen all there is to see I'll find out I just cannot Run away from me. But as long as trains keep running Restless man I'll be And there's a few more lonesome cities That I'd like to see. |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
See what you started with this one? |
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whisperingwalt Member
since 2010-04-29
Posts 240Coquitlam, BC, Canada |
EBM, Insightful...capturing the essence of the true longing...plus you inspire poets around you...Bravo! |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Then there's that age old classic that explains where we all are in the end.... Gilbert O'Sullivan's famous words.. In a little while from now, If I'm not feeling any less sour I promised myself to treat myself And visit a nearby tower, And climbing to the top, Will throw myself off In an effort to make it clear to who Ever what it's like when your shattered Left standing in the lurch, at a church where people 're saying, "My God that's tough, she stood him up! No point in us remaining. We may as well go home." As I did on my own, Alone again, naturally To think that only yesterday, I was cheerful, bright and gay, Looking forward to, but who wouldn't do, The role I was about to play But as if to knock me down, Reality came around And without so much as a mere touch, Cut me into little pieces Leaving me to doubt, Talk about God in His mercy For if He really does exist Why did He desert me In my hour of need? I truly am indeed, Alone again, naturally It seems to me that There are more hearts Broken in the world That can't be mended Left unattended What do we do? What do we do? (instrumental break) Alone again, naturally Now looking back over the years, And what ever else that appears I remember I cried when my father died Never wishing to hide the tears And at sixty-five years old, My mother, God rest her soul, Couldn't understand, why the only man She had ever loved had been taken Leaving her to start with a heart So badly broken Despite encouragement from me No words were ever spoken And when she passed away I cried and cried all day Alone again, naturally Alone again, naturally Might sound a bit down but it's the dang truth and that's all there is to it.. Great ideas and verse...EBM write on! Eric |
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Eusta B. Mae Senior Member
since 2010-05-03
Posts 903 |
Wow!I'm totally blown away by all your more than genrerous responses. I don't know what to say exept thank you all very, very much for your time and interest in my work.   Eusta |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
One of the great ones for sure, Eric. Johnny Mathis sang that one brilliantly. In me you see a man alone Drinking up Sundays and spending them alone Don't talk to strangers someone might be kind And muddle up your mind - McKuehn |
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Eusta B. Mae Senior Member
since 2010-05-03
Posts 903 |
'Deer you guys going down music lane are almost making me feel serenaded, which is pretty cool. |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Like EBM is writing, sometimes we just never get it, like Harry Chapin's words Well, I hear you are a painter now Though you're almost halfway through You pulled a pallet knife, you cut away a wife And you started something new But it was not the strife of married life That ordained what you would do A quick look back through your history Shows the same things goading you It's just like you to try painting Because you're color blind Each time you conquer something That's the time you change you're mind And now your new preoccupations Give you your handicap to start Yes you're happiest when you're chasing clouds With a halfway broken heart Paint a picture of yourself Let the images flash past Don't weep on watercolors, Make this moment last Paint the kid with restless eyes Yeah, the way you looked back then 'Cause the man keeps getting frightened When the boy's not born again I remember how you led us Back when we all were kids And that fact that you were older Made us copy what you did The day you bought that cheap guitar We all fell into line We got hooked on music But you drifted off in time So, I can see you at your easel Splay legged there you stand And your eyes are darting back and forth Brush flashing in your hand You're reaching always for that dream You need to make you real Leaning in a heavy wind That no one else can feel That's what makes the time spent here special...... Love it all... Eric |
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Eusta B. Mae Senior Member
since 2010-05-03
Posts 903 |
Eric-Thanks for sharing those lyrics they really reminded me of me in many ways... |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
leaning in a heavy wind that no one else can feel......now THAT is one fantastic line! |
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