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Looking Back

Contributed by pvd on Tuesday, 3rd August 2004 @ 09:55:59 PM in AEST
Topic: poets

Remember when we were young and cool
hanging out in the park all hours of the night
away from home, thinking it was wild,
to be away from the traffic in the streets
where we could perform our dance by the light
of the moon and sing our songs to the stars.

But we got older and found other stars
shining around us, like the music of cool,
the sounds of a saxophone blowing light
and heavy through a hot summer night.
The beat of drums pulsing out on the streets
and the music became a call of the wild.

And we wanted to be free and wild,
not rebels without a cause or a clue, but stars
in our own rock and roll videos out on the streets.
We wanted to become the ultimate cool
ones, the banished children of the night
worshipping the darkness, cursing the light.

We ignored our parents, who made light
of our dress, to them we were only wild
teens with raging hormones out all night,
running and raving beneath the stars,
racing loud bikes and fast cars and acting cool
in school due to the peer pressure of the streets.

But they did not know of the heat on the street
the pressure of youth to break away, to light
up and blow a joint or to down a nice cool
beer, to pop a pill and chase it down with 'Wild
Turkey' or to take a trip on acid to the stars
leaving troubles behind and to live for the night.

But we became lost souls of an endless night,
wandering in a perpetual cloud, no stars
to guide us, and all the signs on the streets
said, ”Dead End.” We searched for a light
to illuminate our path through this dark wild
jungle of the mind, to endure the heat of cool.

And as the hip and cool nights faded at dawn,
we learned that being wild in the streets never
matched light of the stars we would never reach

Copyright Â© pvd ... [ 2004-08-03 21:55:59]
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Re: Looking Back (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 4th August 2004 @ 03:30:44 AM AEST
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I can literally smell the alcohol and gasoline from this one. Inspiring in its aspirant quality, I find the depth of this captivating and immersive.

Another effective write - thanks for sharing it with us.

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