Jamerson Rd.

I remember when, down on Jamerson Road

All my flotsam friends, down on Jamerson Road

A starstruck tee-shirt stretched threadbare and thin

Hanging out all night, down on  Jamerson Road... again

A cargo wreck it seemed, scattered all my dreams

Weathered like driftwood, washed away it would

Take me back, back, back again

Hanging out all night, down on Jamerson Road... again

In my captains chair, driving down the road 

Listening to Jane's Addiction on the radio 

One soul step closer to being home again 

Driving all alone out on Jamerson Road... again

Death Like Solitude

For the faceless fair maiden

Forced to frame a flower in place for all to view

The fragrance that lingers masks her emotions

Forced deep within

Never allowed to surface

Keeping the truth shrouded again

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The Magician

With a pocketful of stardust, a willful suggestion and a smokescreen up his sleeve...

The Prestidigitator unravels mysterious amazement for those who wish to believe.  

Charisma cast across the scene, his spell now engaged for those assembled to see...

An incantation conjuring and casting out the dream. 

Slight of dexterous hands, he does weave, and the illusion unravels... into reality. 

Abracadabra! Alacazam! Hocus Pocus and Shazam...

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