It is my belief,
That you have been held captive
in the City of Angels.
Angels force you to model and
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Now once there was a story of a plight,
Of a man that spoke of great fright.
He stood on the corner
Like a small stature mourner
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I wish that I could pick up a guitar
And play a song for you that's beautiful.
Each chord would melt you 'til your eyes were pools
And you would glow as if you were a star!
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Don't rhyme, Poetry.
Our thoughts and tongues don't think that way.
Steer clear of meter, sweet Poetry.
I'm tired of counting and scanning.
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You rare, odd beauty.
How can something like you
Insist on confusing not only
My mind, but the minds of others?
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From a martyr’s point of view,
I’ve messed up things countless times.
Some you’ve noticed, some you haven’t.
But what keeps me in awe,
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Love is an understatement
of what I have for you.
It’s a shame the word is so extreme
Because what we have is
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Now what can be more beautiful than her
Soft face? I’ve thought and thought about it long.
Not even fields of daffodils or song
Can measure to the light she brings I’m sure.
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My ears and memory
are the encyclopedia to the sounds you make.
The grunts, moans, laughs, and sighs are all listed
In alphabetical order starting from
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Maybe my admiration
For Jacques Brel
Lies solely in the fact
That I can’t understand him
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