No Jackson Browne #3

No Jackson Browne #3

A Poem by David P. Eckert
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Apocalypitic Visions

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No Jackson Browne
Eyes open too long
Better shut them
Not know what's on

Horizon's dark
Stare you blind
Ignorant bliss
Try to find

No satisfaction
Ringside seat
Plans for battle
Blood lust, retreat

Soft sweet sand
Dunk my head
Violent visions
Dripping dread

Hide under cover
Hold my breath
Silent prayer
Mayhem and death

Call me coward
Yellow heart lion
Tell me stand up
I'm not trying

Bombs are gone
Killing's done
Eyes peek wide
Harsh lit sun

Nothing left
Bird song's flown
Friend won't call
No place home


© 2014 David P. Eckert


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Added on September 7, 2014
Last Updated on September 7, 2014
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David P. Eckert
David P. Eckert

Roslyn Heights, NY



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