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Long Time Lost
by Walter LaVerne Jones

Friday, April 22, 2005
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Trip back with me


I am the dreamer you left so far behind


I cry for mercy in the echoes


darken by the narrows of your mind.


Whine of time bends


a steel guitar to bring a


sounding angel, coming


to a palace joined.


Mind of a woman screams


right in time with a troubled care.


Drop the help, in the water, of


seeing a new child, on the dawn


lost in soulful rites given.


Last could not see me.


For I am a crying in the dark


turns of death red as a final night.


I am the dreamer you left so far behind.


I cry for mercy in the echoes


of dark narrows hidden in your mind.


I search


for rhea life. We are but


the victim in the role


called life screaming


eagerly at the sky finding nothing.


Souls sing in a trying voice onto


corners of a mind keeping


me silent in the bed


of a love kept cold.


In the fond remembering ,


seeing remorse found into


town of understanding why I drink .


I am the dreamer you left so far behind.


I cry for mercy


in dark narrows called your mind


Ghost does play so well into


travel laid to stay with me.


Wandering form all she offers


me, I scream.


Boat lifts my soul up to sea.


Wonder of soft body giving


me a palace.


Veto rest and the empty


drop falls into last treble of the losers.


I, in the pool of a wild female.



I am the dreamer you left so far behind.


I cry in lasting fear


in burning narrows of your mind


Scream, she dances on my blacken heart.


Where is life at now, as the door closes.


She skips to the next boy whose lap needs


encouraging.


In view of the youth exploding


sounds needed to escape the challenge


of hearts cast out.


Water seeks new birth


on the stage. Drink fills the mind while


the strums of guitar place her message.


In dead heart, dying words


find the shadow of trance, a viewing


of the wanton evil lady found .


Lasting horse riding in the willow glens.


Soft touches and words so much softer


with the love of hearts dirty dances.


Confused mind of lovers sounds peaceful


Sound of evening coming round.


I am whom you found in your soft bed.


I am the dreamer you left so far behind


I cry for mercy in the echoes


in dark narrows of your mind


Whine of time bends


a steel guitar to bring a


sounding angel, coming


to a palace joined.


Mind of a woman screams


right in time with a troubled mind.


Drop the help, in the water, of


seeing a new child, on the dawn


lost in soulful rites given.


Last could not see me.


For I am a crying in the dark


turns of death red as a final night.


I am the dreamer you left so far behind


I cry for mercy in the echoes


in dark narrows of your mind


I search


for rhea life. We are but


the victim in the role


called life screaming


eagerly at the sky finding nothing.


Souls sing in a trying voice onto


corners of a mind keeping


me silent in the bed


of a love kept cold.


In the fond remembering ,


seeing remorse found into


town of understanding why I drink .


I am the dreamer you left so far behind


I cry for mercy in the echoes


in dark narrows of your mind


Ghost does play so well into


travel laid to stay with me.


Wandering form all she offers


me, I scream.


Boat lifts my soul up to sea.


Wonder of soft body giving


me a palace.


Veto rest and the empty


drop falls into last treble of the losers.


I, in the pool of a wild female.



I am the dreamer you left so far behind


I cry for mercy in the echoes


in dark narrows of your mind


Scream, she dances on my blacken heart.


Where is life at now, as the door closes.


She skips to the next boy whose lap needs


encouraging.


In view of the youth exploding


sounds needed to escape the challenge


of hearts cast out.


Water seeks new birth


on the stage. Drink fills the mind while


the strums of guitar place her message.


In dead heart, dying words


find the shadow of trance, a viewing


of the wanton evil lady found .


Lasting horse riding in the willow glens.


Soft touches and words so much softer


with the love of hearts dirty dances.


Confused mind of lovers sounds peaceful


Sound of evening coming round.


I am whom you found in your soft bed.


Minds going to the palace you want .


Singing of pleasure, shared movements


roll forward in the wanton depth of feelings.


Screaming loud into rocking of the bridge,


as the young lady sings his song.


Ropes find the dabble of the end.


I am the dreamer you left so far behind


I cry for mercy in the echoes


in dark narrows of your mind



Pounding sounds we are generation.


Hybrid skipping to loaded knowledge


coming around.


I know you as friend.


I will see you again in the evening .


Mind tripping is as sound as the world is.


Reaches sting for the last one.


Who is going down to the sweet ground.


It such a long time again.


I am the dreamer you left so far behind


I cry for mercy in the echoes


in dark narrows of your mind



We found a sound beating even,


from the past a traveling.


Song now, we are going


westward in the shell of love.


Tripping east, where have you been .


Car drops the last ghost forgiven.


The live silence, no one left to taste


what is left of me.



Lucky seen, crying the blues in you.


Bond is free just as you are trapped in me.


Little girl lost in the soul of my past.


I am the dreamer you left so far behind.


I cry for mercy in the echoes


of vision


Minds going to the palace you want .


Singing of pleasure, shared movements


roll forward in the wanton depth of feelings.


Screaming loud into rocking of the bridge,


as the young lady sings his song.


Ropes find the dabble of the end.


I am the dreamer you left so far behind


I cry for mercy in the echoes


in dark narrows of your mind



Pounding sounds we are generation.


Hybrid skipping to loaded knowledge


coming around.


I know you as friend.


I will see you again in the evening .


Mind tripping is as sound as the world is.


Reaches sting for the last one.


Who is going down to the sweet ground.


It such a long time again.


I am the dreamer you left so far behind


I cry for mercy here in the echoes


of your mind



We found a sound beating even,


from the past a traveling.


Song now, we are going


westward in the shell of love.


Tripping east, where have you been .


Car drops the last ghost forgiven.


The live silence, no one left to taste


what is left of me.



Lucky seen, crying the blues in you.


Bond is free just as you are trapped in me.


Little girl lost in the soul of my past.


I am the dreamer you left so far behind.


I cry for freedom in the echoes


of dark narrows deep inside your mind


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Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 4/24/2005
This is one of your best walter!!

Most powerful poetry!!

Love Tinka
Reviewed by Katy Walsvik 4/23/2005
Mind of a woman screams

right in time with a troubled care.

I couldn't help myself, O woman of wonders, I kept thinking how like an anthem this is, a 'graphic' and steel-blue look at the guts of the human heart. The repetition served it well, as we truly DO go back over and over and over some more, these life aches. Cathartic? Sometimes. But also, like salving the wounds until that scab finally grows and we are toughened again, and the pain subsides to something merely annoying.

You are so filled with truth that you even left room for the horror of infection. It's an amazing thing you do, Krafty Kate, listening and then writing. The heart does, indeed, have a megaphone attached to its vocal chords. I know whereof you speak. Sigh... Great pen, m'dearest. katy xox

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