Biography of Jeffrey McCambridge
Jeffrey McCambridge was born in Grand Rapids Michigan at 3: 30 in the morning as stars shot overhead, and has since then been on a quest to find the greatest light known to man through poetry and words.
Jeffrey McCambridge's Works:
Jeffrey McCambridge Poems
Dance Of Dreams
We dance with the rhythm Of leaves and grass Wind in the trees And lakes of grass.
We wear black to remember A day we rather forget; We lost one of our own The unsuspecting target.
Who is this that Holds the pen, giving shape To words, and color to sound? I have seen him before,
I He sits upon his thrown Free of metaphor and myth
Now i'm afraid my dear The end of the party is near And It is time for the guests To depart to with the rest
Los Flores De La Luna
No one in the world Be quite like you With honeysuckle eyes
Door Of No Return
I stare at the door of no return Leading to the path of Free Fred Steel pulsing through my veins
Musings On Free Fred
Welcome to the tragedy Between broken dreams And bottles of lightning Broken children and screams
I Am My Deen
I am the Half-way point Between yes and no Your green light
The Magic Of Numbers (Ten Fingers)
What type of magic Is there in the names We give numbers?
In Loving Memory (Sean Bell)
When the sky matches the day And things seem to be in balance Because the heavens are a dark gray Our hearts are weighted down
Los Bebos Anaranjados
The wheels have been stopped And the machinery no longer works Like it once had, in the days of gold, Long since gone by.
Lilies In The Field
The ink is long since dry And the pens are all gone The eyes have stopped looking It’s been written so long.
Blossoms Of Heaven
I tread ashes and amber flowers Lilly hills, and melancholy truths As the ritual of my legs Is preformed with fatal accuracy
Now i'm afraid my dear
The end of the party is near
And It is time for the guests
To depart to with the rest
In carriages and motorcars
Riding home under the stars
It is such a shame that
The masquerade is over