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Date: Tue, 5 Jul  2005 12:00AM PDT)
From: Send an Instant Message "John French" <mosshead7@yahoo.com>
Subject: 12 Separate Suns
To: robin&company@cnn.com
 

 

Love for Free

 

Morning comes,

Birds are singing a sweet morning tune

Sun shine blossoms in the morning dew

Right away I'm thinking of you - again,

 

Here we go - more daily grind

Lost in translation - I forget about the time

One thing's for certain - you're still in mind

Uhmmm, you gotta be all mine, all mine

 

If I couldn't go an hour I'd set you free

If I can't love you completely, why should it be

When you're down, you can always count on me

Too many hours alone and now you're w/ me

 

The more days go by the more I see

I'm gonna make you love me and never leave

The more days go by the more I see

I'm gonna make you love me and never leave

 

That's the way it is - The way it's gonna be

You'll never feel alone again & yet still feel free

When it comes to love - No one's gonna beat me

When it comes to love - You have to love me

 

And, by loving me, you'll always be free

You'll always know - Inside of you is me

You'll always know - Inside of you is me

Just the sight of you sets my spirit free

 

July 4, 2005

5:44 a.m.

MyStrawHat.com

 

 

 

 

12 Separate Suns

 

A new feeling so intense

Be-ing in the center of

12 separate suns

 

Our bodies left behind

7 hundred thousand miles ago

And only some consciousness

Like a blinding headache

W/bliss in the center of pain

 

An intense new feeling

Intuitively already known

It feels like we’ve been here

Now for some odd light years

And 15 minutes of each hour

Of some strange space of a day

 

What do you mean it was just a dream?

She held the mirror in front of my face

A jeweled crown with 12 separate diamonds

Shining with the golden light of the sun

12 separate suns around my head

While she in white – was at my bed

 

Then I awoke and the assassin w/ the gun

He wore a medal of Jesus with 12 diamonds

Around a cross of jagged thorns of gold

A red ruby tear dried on the left cheek

Bang! Bang! Bang! I was left for dead.

 

And when I awoke she was lying beside me

Yet I was packed with ice to keep cold in bed

She was crying – She was lying to herself –

For I was really dead – The feeling was so intense

 

A new feeling so intense

Be-ing in the center of

12 separate suns

 

Our bodies left behind

7 hundred thousand miles ago

And only some consciousness

Like a blinding headache

W/bliss in the center of pain

 

An intense new feeling

Intuitively already known

It feels like we’ve been here

Now for some odd light years

And 15 minutes of each hour

Of some strange space of a day

 

What do you mean it was just a dream?

She held the mirror in front of my face

A jeweled crown with 12 separate diamonds

Shining with the golden light of the sun

12 separate suns around my head

While she in white – was at my bed

 

John Alan Conte` JR

July 4, 2005

MySrawHat.com

 


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Poetry  By John Alan Conte`, Jr.
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