rawden lewis Poems

Once inside a prison
With a face of chains and bars
I put my arms around her
And dissolved into the stars
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The scars are on our valleys
The sewage in our streams
The smoke from motor engines
Kills air that no one cleans
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I have been told that the world is an imperfect sphere
I have been told that I can't sing
I have been told very little that I didn't know
I have listened to more lies than even I can remember
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Elope with me but leave no clues
And we will all the laws abuse
That ever God or man obeyed
Or any legislator made
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As I was out walking the streets of your city
As I was out walking the streets of your town
Who should I meet but two little children
With their hands in their pockets and faces in frowns
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Hell! I maybe off target
Or I maybe right on
But there's a look that's about you
And it sure don't belong
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The peace reporter interviewed
A glamour model posing nude
Who talked about her solitude
And lack of motivation
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Some of the time
It meant more than I could say
So I'd try to find a way
To wrap it in rime
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I don't aim to go through Black Jack's door again
No, I won't claim to go through Black Jack's door again
Round the back of anger's alley it's gutter doorway stands
With the neon light ashineing on the doorman's jeweled hands
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My love she dreams through distance
Beyond mere times existence
She doesn't have to say she loves me
But she's mine, with smiles with tears
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