Jason and Brien in Garcia’s by James Landrith Another night in despair spent waiting for the words to appear. Encompassed by my own private hell Wishing her to speak, wishing […]
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Tag: Poetry
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. – Carl Sandburg
Concrete Dreams 1987
Concrete Dreams 1987 by James Landrith Playing the part of the fool again. Living a lie that’s no longer pretend. Waitin’ on a stone heart. Living for a love […]
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The Back Page
The Back Page by James Landrith Just a hypocrite with a poison pen. Slashing religion and slashing men. My prejudice I will deny. My motive is chaos, my love […]
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A Bit of Scotch
A Bit of Scotchby James Landrith Achilles heel, Oh Lord I feel, the hurt inside will not subside. She struck swift and fast, before I knew, she was past. With […]
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The Walk-In
The Walk-Inby James Landrith Can I scream? Scream really loud Scream to the stars For the lack of a sun Scream for infinity for a world undone. Love and reality […]
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