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Laurel Canyon Rhapsody An acid sunrise over Santa Monica hills Charlie Manson's killing thrills Stolen dreams of something torn down the end of Black Angel's haunting sound Where nothing makes sense or rhyme when death and murder seem all the time Where nothing seemed what it was intended undermining hopes for peace portended Black lineage of the dreamy ones applied taken with drugs, sex and suicide A war no one knew was right from the start hammered into brain and through the heart |
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This Poem was Critiqued By: Medard Louis Lefevre Jr. On Date: 2014-11-30 02:40:52
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Great write, very vivid. Unfortunately, I remember the event and those times all too real. "Where nothing makes sense or rhyme when death and murder seem all the time". I don't know when you wrote this and to me it doesn't even matter. Only our relative distant to other stars have passed and our infernal speed through the ether. In other words, everything is still the same. Take away the name and locations and this is now and probably forever, for what my opinion is worth. I feel so sad and lonely that we and I have not really progressed at all. But maybe this really represents an absolute truth, we are who we were and we cannot evolve beyond our most despicable moments nor beyond our brightest. Basically, I'm just getting too old, there are new thoughts to be thought, I just no longer am capable of thinking of them. Thanks! Very great write. I always appreciate history in the present.
Medard