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Scenes by a Bus Stop

Updated on May 7, 2012

Waiting for time to show its face to me
While faceless zombies stand in a line
Hope like glass is in their empty eyes
It whispers endless phrases into its fire on grass
The trumpet players harmonizes with the wind
Questions unanswered
They fill his dreams...
From his first note ever sung to his last
Oh so fast
Across the field where the zombies chant
A maiden with burgundy locks
Hums to herself
About sweeter things
She tries to relate then she cannot
A writer by an olive tree whistles
As his pen passes pages of his thoughts
He could be a friend to himself
Or the demon of his own defeat
Or a slave to his own beliefs
The clouds cross the blue ocean of heaven
Then darken and thunder and scream
The zombies cringe and they drop to the earth
The trumpet player falters
"What's it worth? What's it all worth?"
The maiden feels her death
In her eyes and in her heart...
And the writer it is he who compiles the scene
And so they form a line and straight and narrow
And march into a machine
Single file they march in line

And they are carried away from their dreams

All of these scenes leave me touched
And confused, as to just how they relate
To me, and everyone I see
I guess that it's just all part of the scene
And that is all they will ever be...
All just parts of a scene

And they are carried away from their dreams


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      Internetwriter62 7 years ago from Marco Island, Florida

      Very deep. Awesome lyrics! I bet the tunes must be very good to, unfortunately, you can't hear them on hub pages. Do you post recordings on youtube? Great poetry.

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

      Wow you really do have a good ear for this, yes that one actually was written in an on the spot type ot thing, the lyrics were very inspired. I think i wrote them all in a matter of ten minutes. I had kindof a slow but pensive groove like the ambient side of the cure meets the the shockwave delays of the edge from U2 but all humming from a basic 4-4 blues riff A,E,D type thing. But it really came together. (Secretly, this is that rare song that the imagrey came straight from my life) before that session, I had been delayed getting home from my usual busroute, the girl with the burgandy hair was named Sylvia, and we did meet while a guy was playing trumpet outside the college music building...

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      Susan C Beck 7 years ago from Mobile, AL

      Very deep and thought provoking... enjoyed the read :)

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      lyricsingray 7 years ago

      Beautiful Writing Mate



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

      Keep on Hubbing...


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      dreamreachout 6 years ago

      As lyrical as ever!! Blake touches new heights with every new hub!! Cheers!!

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

      Thanx again DR. Keep on Hubbing. Blake4d

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