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A Most Peculiar Man

He was a most peculiar man That's was Mrs. Reardon says And she should know She lived upstairs from him She said he was a most peculiar man He was a most peculiar man He lived all alone Within a house, within a room, Within himself A most peculiar man He had no friends He seldom spoke And no one in town ever spoke to him 'Cos he wasn't friendly and he didn't care And he wasn't like them Oh no, he was a most peculiar man Hi died last Saturday He turned on the gas And he went to sleep With the windows closed So he'd never wake up To his silent world and his tiny room And Mrs. Reardon says he has a brother Somewhere Who should be notified soon And all the people said, What a shame that he's dead But, wasn't he a most peculiar man

Homewardbound

I'm sitting in the railway station Got a ticket for my destination On a tour of one night stands My suitcase and guitar in hand And every stop is neatly planned For a poet and a one man band Homewardbound I wish I was homewadrbound Home where my thought's escaping Home where my music's playing Home where my love lies waiting Silently for me Every day's an endless stream Of cigarettes and magazines And each town looks the same to me The movies and the factories And every stranger's face I see Reminds me that I long to be Homewardbound I wish I was homewadrbound Home where my thought's escaping Home where my music's playing Home where my love lies waiting Silently for me Tonight I'll sing my song again I'll play the game and pretend But all my words come back to me In shades of mediocrity Like emptiness and harmony I need someone to comfort me Homewardbound I wish I was homewadrbound Home where my thought's escaping Home where my music's playing Home where my love lies waiting Silently for me

Flowers Never Band With the Rainfall

Through the corridors of sleep Pass shadow dark and deep My mind is dances and leaps in confusion I don't know what is real I can't touch what I feel And I hide behind the shield of my illusion So I'll continue to continue to pretend My life will never end And flowers never bend with the rainfall The mirror on my wall Casts an image dark and small And I'm not sure at all it's my reflection I'm blinded by the light Of God and truth and right And I wonder in the night without direction. So I'll continue to continue to pretend My life will never end And flowers never bend with the rainfall No matter if you're born To play the king of pawn For the line is thinly drawn 'tween joy and sorrow And so my fantasy Becomes reality And I must be whan I must be and face tomorrow So I'll continue to continue to pretend My life will never end And flowers never bend with the rainfall

For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her

What a drem I had Pressed in organdy Clothed in crinoline Of smoky burgundy Softer than the rain. I wandered empty streets Down puts the shop displays I heard cathedral bells Tripping down the alley ways As I walked on And as you ran to me Your cheeks flushed with the night We walked on frosted fields Of juniper and lamplight I held your hand And when I awoke And felt you warm and near I kissed your honey hair With my greateful tears Oh I love you girl Oh I love you.

A Poem on the Underground Wall

The last train is nearly due The underground is closing soon And in the dark deserted station Restless in anticipation A man waits in the shadows His restless eyes leap and scratch At all that they can touch or catch And hidden deep within his pocket Safe within his silent socket He holds a colored crayon. Now from the tunel's stony womb The carriage rides to meet the groom And opens wide and welcome doors But he hesitates, then withdraws Deeper in the shadows And the train is gone suddenly On wheels clicking silently Like a gently taaping litany And he holds his crayon rosary Tigher in his hand. Now from his pocket quick he flashes The crayon on the wall he slashes Deep upon the advertising A single worded poem compisied Of four letters. And his heart is loughing screaming pounding The poem across the track rebounding Shadowed by the exit light His legs take their ascending flight To seek the breast of darkness And be suckled by the night.

The Sounds Of Silence

Hello darkness my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains within the sound of silence In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobble stone 'Nearth the halo of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabled by the flash of the neon light That split the night and touched the sound of silence And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand people maybe more People talking without speaking People hearing without listening People writing songs that voices never share And no one dares disturb the sound of silence "Fools" said I "You do not know Silence like a cancer grows Hear my words that I might teach you Take my arms that I might reach you" But my words like silent raindrops fell And echoed, in the wells of silence And the people bowed and prayed To the neon God they made And the sign' flashed out its warning In the words that it was forming And the sign said: "The words of the prophets are written On the subway walls and tenement halls" And whispered in the sounds of silence

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