The letter came yesterday To tell me the tragic news You tried to string yourself up ’cause you […]
Poetry
Bones bleached in the sun, Licked clean by maggots and worms Once living, breathing, With dreams, goals and […]
The length of human life is a single point, A blink in the eye of eternity, A brief […]
Jeremiah, Jeremiah What have you done? You used to catch dragonflies Like an angel singing on the sun. […]
Words cannot describe The way I feel inside Words cannot describe The world I see outside Words are […]
Straight outta Hibbing, Guitar in hand, New York bound. Think I’ll write some songs 10/15/16
Written on the occasion of Dylan being awarded the 2016 Nobel Prize for Literature.
Could be sung to the tune of ‘Song for Woody‘ by Bob Dylan.
You’re out there traveling another mile down the road,
Listening for messages when the cold winds have blow’d,
Writin’ ’em down and sendin’ ’em out,
Trying to figure what this crazy world’s all about.
Went down the desert where the vultures feed On human flesh rotting in the sunshine. Pluck eyes, testicles, […]
Ev’ryone alive Was born of their mother’s womb. Spring is in the air. We grow up too fast. […]
Allen told me, If you want to find your voice Forget about having it heard. Speak your true […]
John W. Leys 