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An April Without Rain
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An April Without Rain |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(Here is another poem from my post-Passions days, as I started writing and was in my grunge period! I am turning this into a song!)  An April Without Rain By: Noah Eaton 2/28/00 Babies on fire In An April Without Rain It was like a bolt from the blue Amalgamated with agony and flame You can kill two birds with one stone But leave my sister out of this game She don't deserve this I'd rather just take all the blame Leave me be like a bag of bones I've got to risk getting through this alone The napalm summer is killing me, my legs are burning to ash I've got to find my way home, got to get back... Some of the last generations' leaves Remain unadorned on the ground And I'm just waiting for the next generation To come round Please let the rain come pouring down I'm slowly dying I've been crawling And I can't find no bridge across this barren fjord... Leave me be like a bag of bones I've got to risk getting through this alone The napalm summer is killing me, my legs are burning to ash I've got to find my way home, got to get back... . . . . . . . . . . . . Laughter is the best medicine, but there is no cure for this common cold Someday I'll look back on all this and laugh When the sages scatter my bones Laughter is the best medicine, but there is no cure for this common cold Someday I'll look back on all this and laugh When the sages scatter my bones... . . . . . . The weeping willow stands still in a canopy Covered with arid soil and thistles Jesus, if you're the wind that nestles the sunflowers Then I must feel to you like some scarecrow So I'll raise pricklepoppies Out there in this dust bowl And watch the vultures invade this chapel As I walk on like some vagabond through this puppet show... Leave me be like a bag of bones I've got to risk getting through this alone The napalm summer is killing me, my legs are burning to ash I've got to find my way home, got to get back... I've got to get back... I've got to get back... I can't find my way back... I can't find my way back... I can't find my way back... I CAN'T FIND MY WAY BACK... . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Underneath your clothes, there's an endless story ***Shakira*** [This message has been edited by Mistletoe Angel (06-08-2003 09:44 PM).] |
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Canon_D_111 Member
since 2003-06-04
Posts 58New York USA |
right on...would love to hear it!!!!! |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
Very lyrical Noah. Eric |
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Goodknight Member Elite
since 2002-06-15
Posts 2386Ohio, USA |
great poem Noah and I too would love to hear the song - Paul |
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QjQ Member Elite
since 2003-04-18
Posts 3756U.S.A. |
nice write,read, and a song may prove interesting,,, Poetry is a vision that portrays ones impressions.QjQ |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Noah, take my hand and I will fly you back home!  Loved the title!--and the poem! The words would make terrific lyrics for a song! Loves 'n hugs, Linda |
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gyiel marlok Member
since 2003-06-08
Posts 145OHIO |
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