Wayne Falconer

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Once we believed our hip universal ideal
could challenge how you daily might feel
peace, love, musics high freedom vibe
would change the negative draining tide.
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They say the pisces fish
swims both ways
due to contradictory nature.
Well man well
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Primeval scream
is buried
deep within
every mother son.
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Halina remembers how two
four year old girls in ghetto
sang for their supper
but received nothing.
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Hey Jim's dead and gone
left me here to sing his song.
I've got the shamans muse.
I've got the shamans blues.
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Have you ever had night when
you left your dull job late.
Attended rock an roll concert date
saw Lou Reed do his thing.
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Friend fell into alcoholic maze
the kind who never ceases to amaze
leaving me with only words to say
sometimes man you gotta weather the storm.
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Beached beached
beached we are all
surely beached
upon the shores of life.
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Anna is wearing dark gown
winters spells holding her down
swear the clocks stopped
hope my ears not blocked
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Tonight I'm ringing the praises of Bob Dylan
revisiting again, listening to 'Have Mercy'
track called 'Ring Those Bells'.
Sounds even more profound today
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Wrote outa half asleep barque dream
words who rung with mystic theme
experience who shone before my eye
words I wake under mystic sky.
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I've got the hardcore blues
it's a world view thing
anew century song to ring
catch myself looking left, right
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Midnight cellphone.
Exposed hearts upon loan.
Breathe in or out the beat.
How did we chance meet?
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Recently uncovered these lunar lines
bout spacey romantic other times
within another life I hear her name
so listen catch my stargazing game.
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Tom Waits rings out an eccentric tune.
Beneath the bohemian beat flavoured moon.
Saluting Ginsberg with a handsome wave.
Singing America 'Home of the Brave'.
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Heard how young lovely
died from morphine
overdose, man so sad
what should not man
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Aqua pool girl in blue
stepping outa hot water pool
beneath summer full bread moon.
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Often I picture this childhood scene.
My parents and I in summertime.
In summer evening rock garden
my mother or father watering
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Was summertime afternoon
sun was doing what sun does
sky was bluest of blue
no clouds no clouds were anywhere.
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I grew up in typical kiwi style,
walked the dull grey suburban mile.
Except my head was elsewhere man in tune,
within another hip colourful spacey room.
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Wayne Falconer Biography

I have been writing Poems for many years, mostly I write lyrical poems and some prose poems. I enjoy writing poetry, it is an outlet of sorts that I greatly enjoy. The proof is in the writing, so you might like to checkout my poetry.)

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Once Were Hippies

Once we believed our hip universal ideal
could challenge how you daily might feel
peace, love, musics high freedom vibe
would change the negative draining tide.

Studying eastern mysticism the Gita line
listening to the Indian sitar mantra rhyme
incense and peppers hippie Beatle song
the muse heard never sounded wrong.

Psychedelic colour wild style fashion
drugs, music and heady inspired passion
blow the dull straights narrow mind
was catch phrase of the time sung blind.

Don't trust the establishment grey man
with his sold out dull soul plan
peace and love demonstration waving signs
such were the rapidly changing times.

Hippie scenes, hippie dreams, hippie themes
mystic star signs, tarot cards, utopian schemes
love pointed way to the hippie tribal ideal
hey man count yourself real let ideal self feel.

Hippie age swung like lovers revolving door
did I keep balance remember to keep score
isn't hard to guess there's more to say
looking back through hour glass of yesterday.

Guess hippie age turned many heads around
never imagined I'd be writing bout events found
just close my eyes flashing flashbacks sway
but past is past today's new century day.

Man today I've grown to rocking middle age
but no longer do I wanna swing and rage
with two growing kids mortgage and wife
such is the straight face of modern life.

Watching my two boys growing up in outa luck
saying well man life does really suck
an parents are uncool boring old fashion
haven't got spark or any life passion.

Yet once I believed our hippie communal ideal
would create change make this life real
yes man I won't and don't forget my hip act
hey man yeah that's one true hippie fact.

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