Street roots. (Portland, OR) 1998-current, September 21, 2018, Page 12, Image 12

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    2018
Street Poetry
It was the tallest tree I could find
Marrying Sydney
by Valerie Ann Lavin
by Brandon M.
It was the tallest tree I could find
It took forever to climb it
When I was climbing it
It would sway with me.
I want to take all the lowly souls
to Sydney, Australia
Reunite Men At Work
and throw a cosmic gala
The branches were close together
You try not to hurt the tree
Well, as least I do anyway
There was a hawk and a
Bald eagle that circled around
The tree also.
Watch as this twisted caste system
falls like the walls of Jericho
As I stand happy and content
not saying I told you so
For I’ve walked the streets in bliss
paced the stinking dungeon in horror
But ins’t that the epic odyssey
we were all born for
So brother if you pledged
eternal sobriety
then Jesus will supply
some irrefusable ecstasy
'Cause through the gates in Sydney
we’ll revel Under the Milky Way
And me and Steve Irwin will break beer
as I carried on his amazing legacy
You wanna crash this party
well come on I’ll let ya’
,
Swaying with the air
Feeling free as a breeze
The air is thinner here
Its more peaceful here.
Music I can sway with also
A boy swaying with me
As we slow dance together
On the dance floor.
He smells nice with his
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Aftershave lotions on his clean-shaven face
Telling me I’m pretty
You are pretty handsome
Yourself, I said with a smile.
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Bnck W hen
by Jaison Kirk
My truth was found on the road
It was something beautiful to behold
When the Lord comes you do as you’re told
We walked as we talked.
He told me things and gave me a future
The road unfolding like my path.
Holding my hand we took a walk in the sand
Transparent like a ghost» a road trip with the holy ho st
It’s been a couple years since then.
Still I remember the talk we had back when.
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rearrange your head
as the truth forgives you
And as I’m writing this
guess who just knocked
John whose stuff I’m storing
bringing my old guitar restrung
And I’ve been waiting 5 years
to finally get that done
So I’m taking that as a gesture
Filtering through my blinds
in these oh so humble beginnings
For the journey of a thousand miles
begins with one decision.