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Wednesday, November 30, 2011

And time is a crowd









And time is a crowd
By Jon Slone









Complete were the four
With just six more to tackle.
But the soul will unshackle
As the bard walketh far.

And time is a crowd that grows colder and colder.
And your feet are swept up cause you’re shoulder to shoulder.
And men are like minutes that are trampled like clover.
Cause the merciless mob won’t slow-up or bend over.

And The Crown Prince of Soda lived forty-nine years.
In a trick-or-treat life where he lapped-up the cheers.
Now the prince of pop parries no longer it appears…
And he only got a two page spread in the Star!

And the man high above finds his lungs not improving.
Outside the leaves fall to a fate they don’t wish.
Oh to just tape his seeds down to keep them from moving.
‘Twas a broke lift what laid down Lamar.


And time is a crowd
And the crowd isn’t fair.
And the crowd doesn’t pause.
And the crowd doesn’t care.



Jon Captain LoveWater Slone

3 comments:

  1. wow, what a departure from your normal writing...I am not feeling great today and I am here at work and this writing is a little down and dark for me...I can appreciate it but right now uplifting is the ticket for me...love you

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  2. I must say this is a little darker then I am use to..what's up with that? Cheer up..remember your an Angel for the next several days..LOL.

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  3. This is really great. It seems a little bleak, but at the same time each verse is rather unique. Maybe its because you explained it to me before I read it, but each verse really had its own impact. Plus, the end is fantastic.

    And time is a crowd
    And the crowd isn’t fair.
    And the crowd doesn’t pause.
    And the crowd doesn’t care.

    Those four lines are truly perfect.

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