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Date: Tue, 19 Jul 2005 12:00AM PDT)
From: Send an Instant Message "John French" <mosshead7@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fin de partie
To: robin&company@cnn.com
 

 

 

Fin de partie

(*Endgame)

 

As she took a shower

The door became closer

And I walked away

Within an hour or so

The streets were moving

As fast as I was gone

And although she's in me

I'm gonna miss her

My heart will be broken

Painting her picture in mind

The only token I'll take

My heart is on fire

I love to just say her name

But I had to leave her

And end a damn good game

- (I love you just the same) -

 

*French to English translation by Wallace Fowlie Dionysus In Paris: A Guide to Contemporary French Theatre

 

John A. Conte` JR

mystrawhat.com

July 16, 2005

 

$1, 000.00 Bills

 

What is an hour -

without thinking of her?

She's an angel - Flying

without pulled strings

 

She's on her own

Dressed in dollar bills

She's always for hire

 

And we get real low

Way down - To the ground

Rolling w/ river bed stones

Found high above the falls

And with the river we roll

Into a sea of ink we flow

Sprouting to life on paper

She's real -

Who could fake her

 

John A. Conte` JR

mystrawhat.com

July 16, 2005

 

Free Fall

 

Untangled.

His mind was

finally free.

She

was in love - in

love w/ only

me.

He

was saved.

She

came

over to

me.

She

wanted

some more

And cost

him

too much.

She

actually

gave to

me

Exactly

what I

wanted

Because I

wouldn't

waste it

She

spent

all others

But

like to

spend on

me.

 

John A. Conte` JR

mystrawhat.com

July 16, 2005

 


 

Hurricane Rain

 

Here comes another

hurricane rain

 

- Another

hurricane rain

 

- Lying beside her

in hurricane rain

 

- The flame goes wild

in hurricane rain

 

- Good thing it's in a candle

in a hurricane rain

 

- We read another book

in the hurricane rain

 

 - Hurricane Rain

in the hurricane rain

 

- I lie here inside her

in the hurricane rain

 

Hurricane Rain, Hurricane Rain

Hurricane Rain, Hurricane Rain

- in the hurricane rain.

 

John A. Conte` JR

mystrawhat.com

July 16, 2005

 

Red Colored Rose

 

Sunshine bent to find us

Walking along the shore

We were sure no - one

Would ever find us

So we were naked -

So naked to the core

- Sunshine bent to find us

As your ass became red

- As red as my sunny nose

As red as an Ingrid Bergman

Red colored rose

- Red colored roses

We saw dozens more

- Red colored roses

As we walked the shore

 

John A. Conte` JR

mystrawhat.com

July 16, 2005

 

P.S. This may close out and end EveryDay Media

 

P.S.S. I'll most likely keep watching


 


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Poetry  By John Alan Conte`, Jr.
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