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Nostalgic Avenue

Updated on May 8, 2012

Spoken aloud thrice
The spell manifests in the parkway
As the mistress of strings
Packs away her things for a big finish
She leaves and we watch and we mourn
As the sound continues to resonate
Through out the woodworking
Nothing gained or lost
No one has a hope to be lost
The floor is as cold and heartless
As the concrete in the walls
Old as time aging away the hours
Cracked like the circles of paint
That run like tears down the boards
Hope is in the eyes of the few
As the cello burns like twilight
Leaving only ashes at midnight
Recognition of the linear scope of the notes
As the music runs rapid through city walls
Dressed to kill, a doorway all black
Opens the hearts of a blinded man
Exit down spiral staircases of ice
Witches in modern wardrobe wain in vain
Until the police and ambulances come
To give them something to ease the pain
And a shovel to dig their own graves
In the shadows they are all down slaves
Like the city that encircles like a tomb
Black as the light in the closet, in the room
The sun will be coming up for us soon
Like there is only ashes to be swept up
By the sway of the great mother's broom...


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      Blake Ford Hall 5 years ago from Now Rising Out of Phoenix Arizona Earthlings

      Thanx, Keep on Hubbing. Blake4d

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      dreamreachout 6 years ago

      Such beautiful lines that almost everyone missed!! Such a shame!! KOH .. Cheers!!

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      Blake Ford Hall 7 years ago from Now Rising Out of Phoenix Arizona Earthlings

      Keep on Hubbing...