Showing posts with label The Stranger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Stranger. Show all posts

Monday, July 12, 2010

I have been here before

Baby I have been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

There was a time you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah





The Famous Blue Sweater

All this time I believed it was the Audio Thief.

How many years ingrained in me to notice the signs & the timing.

That's why I kept the sweater for so long.  The Famous Blue Sweater..... The sweater I wore the night I got out of his Porsche and onto the Plane.

Yes, THAT famous blue sweater.

And, yes, the genesis (Genesis?) of the reason I believed it was he who was following, watching.... waiting.


Only now to find out, no, not the Audio Thief.  Not at all.


Instead, it is Hermes who has stolen what I would have given, freely.


Still haven't recovered my slipper.

And so I return to my Temple

to heal my wounded .... pride.

to restore my Bridle

And live to try again another day.


I left my famous blue sweater in a tiny loft apartment in Long Beach

Friday, January 29, 2010

The Famous Blue Sweater

All this time I believed it was the Audio Thief.  How many years ingrained in me to notice the signs & the timing.  That's why I kept the sweater for so long.  The Famous Blue Sweater..... The sweater I wore the night I got out of his Porsche and onto the Plane.  Yes, THAT famous blue sweater.  And, yes, the genesis (Genesis?) of the reason I believed it was he who was following, watching.... waiting.

Only now to find out, no, not the Audio Thief.  Not at all.

Instead, it is Hermes who has stolen what I would have given, freely. 
Still haven't recovered my slipper.

And so I return to my Temple 
      to heal my wounded .... pride.
      to restore my Bridle
And live to try again another day.

 I left my famous blue in a tiny loft apartment in Long Beach