DRUNKEN BOATS SINK IN ECUMENICAL SWIRLS OF INEBRIATION- excerpt 6

Listening to Van Morrison in Them wail it out is enough to make any man of a sympathetic soul realize his true mortality…there are dreams that exist in reality…the heaviness of a sweaty soul is sometimes too much to bare…where does one man end and another begin? Sleep is the arrogant man’s way of pissing it all away for the sake of having the ability to piss it away…but what he pisses away we soak up like desperate sponges and begin wringing it out in frustrated grasps…rock and roll in the fifties and sixties said it all and we’re still all just standing around getting caught up in the same old bullshit and listening to the same rhetoric drag us weighted into an oblivion of misguided perception…when do we truly achieve freedom? When will we hear that unanimous sigh?

Reviews

[BBP]

I really liked the thoughts behind this and how you used the band Them to portray this. Music from the old days really can make you reevaluate all the bullshit we swim around in now.

How they had it all figured out and life was simple, we complicated it and then drowned it in s****y music!

Awesome write.

[JC]

right?! thanks so much for comin round and reading, much appreciated

[BBP]

Of course, I like your style my friend! :)

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Almost like diary note. Expression of thoughts and feelings. Forward to reader. Who can explore inner self with your words. Well done.

[JC]

thank you!

[emmajoy]

Perhaps we were meant to circulate rather than prevaricate.. hear the music, the lyrics and wrap them around whatever time ahead. Seems your thoughts have a stranglehold on your optimism yet.. spread wings and fly your readers high into that other place.. maybe giving them the time to wander after sight and sound wed and sleep the sleep. Maybe you hope or plan to be left with enough room to fill your glass and think your thoughts..

[JC]

Your comments are philosophical conversations, when my Wi-Fi gets normal I look forward to your work

[emmajoy]

Sometimes I dive myself into hot water by saying too much!

[JC]

You can say anything to me

[Matching Socks]

Never.

(As it turns out I did go in order 1-6.)

Don't knock sleep, I think it's what killed Prince. (I hear)

[JC]

Summer bummer...Eveything leads to sleep I guess, each day into the eternal nod...I hope we get to float around learning all the secret of the universe afterwards....