Last Angel Kept (poem) by Walter LaVerne Jones on AuthorsDen

Last Angel Kept
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Place and time play hard in teh mind and seeking goals of man and woman
I Take my heart set it on fire I live in your desire Keep me free from the hell's pain let me live in you again Taste the lips that drive the soul more precious than gold I am the wind inside your mind been living there a long time Each word that I say keeps me in the world this weigh Only time will my mind bend it is you I love again and again II Silent hearts they drive me mad passion given woman I have had Only you know the truth of love in scotch and vermouth Whisperer sweet the sound and rain of the body given to a friend Who will take the love I have left the dream and cast the sad Wanton lady of the night holds the whiskey holds it damn tight Know nobody like the wind she is here then gone again III Don't you know who I am I am sin striking to win a soul Only passion dance cold as your mind and body glow Whisper sweet things in my ear voice and words I need to hear Wander only from the sound of money and your love going down Can you taste the wine so fine it is heart beat lost in the brine love it is a young mans goal for her the taste he sells his soul IV Could you be the evening sun a violent stream on a midnight run wanting lady of my soul owns my body claims my lonely soul wishing that I could see all the glory of used to be in a bottle built for two Saw the day dream it was you living in the cell of a child pure and well want the wrath of all I see and can't accept that you won't be loving me crying music fills the mind and I am whom I should be this time lost in views of shadow call She will take me after all in the bed of frozen dreams we talk through all the screams do you want to lay me down fear and fate awaits Kathy's clown V Bottle cries me a song and the world does me all but wrong soft are the sheets of linger like the death of the singer laid to rest in each and every way I will find a place to stay in the mind so far away keep the world in stride as I look for a place to hide all the pain dripping like rain keep the tablet left in full view of all I own going home sad song now gone cripple sound breaks the mind of a child so soft and mild bourbon burns going down Chariot drops low taking me to the slow burning desire of fire pure in her love found