Starlit Night Poem by Richard Ford Bunuel Whale Carnegie Edison Simon Hitchcock Welles Christ Antunes Rodriguez Kubrick

Starlit Night
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The Sun Was Here Behind The Star.
Just Another Statisticly
Eventually It Will Be Over
The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter...
Fore One To Hunt So Long...
For A Love Unattainable...
As A Day In Pure Delight..
A Hunter Meant To Starve...
Alone Without Love.
She Found Herself To Another Man
I Found Myself To A Hole Six Feet Under
As Native As A Hole In The Wall
Or One In Your Head
Where A Plume Of Smoke Flows
From The Front To The Back
A Hole In The Head
And The Hole That Is Your Mouth
Differences Are: One Was Made At Birth
The Other By A Gun
One Had Been Made To Gab
The Other Wasn't Meant To Be
It Happens All The Time
Night It Seems,
More Dark As Quiet
Set Of Moonshine
When Half Of Moon Shown
Cool Breeze
And It Best Be Cool On Nights Like These
Its Saddens My Existence
When Night Comes... I Feel The Pain
Seemingly From Something I Wish
To Never Have Happened...2006
Since... What Stemmmed From That,
Is My Unhappiness Of The Present
I Hear Voices
Nothing Knew...
New...
They Confuse
Make Me Feel Pain
Make Me Feel Paranoid
Make Me Feel A Rush To The Head
I'm Not Meant Like A Sick Man
The Sun Was Here Behind The Star.
Your Star Will Shine
As Bright As A Supernova
Without The Fade...
But A Beginning...
...Of A Star In Transit Climb In Heat...
Your Only As Hot As You Project.
And There Is None Hotter Than A Star
And In Night,
With Day Ahead,
A Night Before,
The Dawning Sun,
Live A Life,
Dawn The Day,
Life In Night,
Of Light To Come
At A Benefit For People
Who Speak From The Heart...
The Heart Is The Origin
Of Beauty Spoken Word.
And At 186,000 Miles In One Second...
In Distancing Me...
Dragged Out To 29 Years...
Do The Math... I'm Far Away
Fade To Black Shade Of Space
Starlit Night
The World Would Be.