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Blue MoonBlue Moon by *RichardLeach
Not the one that appears every two or three years -
the one that appears once in forty-four years.
Not the one that is full for a single night -
the one that is full every night it is in the sky.
Not the one on which to see a man or a rabbit -
the one on which there are branches and leaves in silhouette.
Not the one that is drowned out by a glowing city -
the one that is as bright above a city as it is where the sky is darkest.
Not the one by which you might read a newspaper headline -
the one by which you can read what had been invisible.
Not the one whose name is part of a figure of speech -
the one that asks us to say something new.
what becomes of kings.what becomes of kings by *RichardLeach
The writing
on the wall
has been
written again
so often
for so long
that now
there is more
writing
than wall
and one
might think
that it
would fall.
Images
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Words
:iconrichardleach:
The proverbial "writing on the wall" comes from the story of a doomed king and kingdom.
Unsatisfied Blues.Unsatisfied Blues by *RichardLeach
.
I don't know about you, babe, but I'm not satisfied.
I see the future speed away on a highway six lanes wide.
Everything they told me about this place has come true.
But you know they told me nothing! So what was I to do?
I had to learn it all the hard way, everything I found out.
And now I want to holler, now I want to shout.
You may say that I'm complaining, and that may be a fact.
You see I keep my suitcase handy, but I do not keep it packed.
I know that life is a story, but that does not mean unreal.
There are chapters sweet as honey, and some are crumbs for a meal.
When I am caught up in a song, babe, I'm a satisfied man.
But you can't live
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is telling me DON'T LOOK BACK 
.
, but instead I was left ALONE IN KYOTO
.
, I believed I did. But I am fire, and you, 
. Yes, yes, you took me to THE OTHER SIDE 
. My innermost INCARNADINE 
. A complex SHADOW DANCE 
.
, and I, always the giver when you cried HELP ME 
.
, but truly, you are SO FAR AWAY 
.
.
I will move FORWARD 
.
with that boyish grin thinking my child-like dependency is not by choice.
. And leave you to your own delirium. 
Sta.sh
