I met the sun tonight
in the hollow of the open grave.
Of orchids and daisy chains
hardly a sight of decadence and sober
intoxication.
Dancing the rythm of regge and
wine winds rays.
Touching a soul
of a further dark side
between the lines
of no woman no cry.
God i miss the beat.
The music rustlin through the palm
trees of New York city.
It never felt the jazz of a New orleans moon during mardi gra's
or it too would've died a smoky water collage.
Just tonight makes a difference,
ear buds in unison when the waves hit
me hard like a rain dance on the pot.
Something of lyrical miracles
dying in the notes of
my off beat Marley pipe.
I could never tell if the moon had a dark side
from this hotel california.
-posted by gigi (helen thomson) jason's love forever and fiance)
Maybe it was just the zeppelin in the sky
or the free bird mocking me.
Raping my mind.
This track is all that matters
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