
coupling rust and color




Outside the storm clouds gathering
Moved silently along the dusty boulevard
Where flowers turning crane their fragile necks
So they can in turn reach up and kiss the skyThey’re driven by a strange desire
Unseen by the human eye
Someone’s callingI remember when you held my hand
In the park we would play
When the circus came to town
Look over hereOutside the circus gathering
Moved silently along the rain swept boulevard
The procession moved on, the shouting is over
The fabulous freaks are leaving townThey’re driven by a strange desire
Unseen by the human eye
Someone’s callingThe carnival is over
We sat and watched
As the moon rose
For the very first time

To breathe the name
Of your savior
In your hour of need
And taste the blame
If the flavor should remind you of greed
Of implication, insinuation and you will
Till you cannot lie still
In all this turmoil, before red cave and foil
Come closing in for a killCome feed the rain
‘Cause I’m thirsty for your love
Dancing underneath the skies of lust
Yeah feed the rain
‘Cause without your love, my life
Ain’t nothing but this carnival of rustIt’s all a game
Avoiding failure
When true colors will bleed
All in the name
Of misbehavior
And the things we don’t needI lust for after no disaster can touch
Touch us anymore
And more than ever, w hope to never fall
Where enough is not the same it was beforeCome feed the rain
‘Cause I’m thirsty for your love
Dancing underneath the skies of lust
Yeah feed the rain
‘Cause without your love, my life
Ain’t nothing but this carnival of rustYeah feed the rain
‘Cause I’m thirsty for your love,
Dancing underneath the skies of lust
Yeah, feed the rain
‘Cause without your love, my life
Ain’t nothing but this carnival of rustDon’t walk away, don’t walk away
Ooh, when the world is burning
Don’t walk away, don’t walk away
Ooh, when the heart is yearning
Don’t walk away, don’t walk away
Ooh, when the world is burning
Don’t walk away, don’t walk away
Ooh, when the heart is yearning

I’m more afraid of living
Than I am scared to die
I’m more afraid of falling
Than I am of flying high
Every moral has a story
Every story has an end
Every battle has its glory
And its consequence
I’m more afraid of loving
Than I am of being scorned
But I will keep on trying
Though I have been forewarned
Every moral has a story
Every story has an end
Every battle has its glory
And its consequence
I would rather me be lonely
And you have someone to hold
I’m not as scared of dying
As I am of growing old.
Every moral has a story
Every story has an end
Every battle has its glory
And its consequence


















****editorial note**** This post was actually scheduled back in September. I had no idea at that time how prophetic it would be and again making me realize how signs are “The Story Of Our Lives.” On Friday, Nov. 1 all the residents of the apartment building were served notice that the building was under new ownership. And while I was not entirely surprised: This building was built in 1920 and has been in a state of steady decline for years. Because of the historical nature of the building, the cost of maintaining it was astronomical – i.e. “a money pit”. The notice went on to state that the new owner would not renew any of the leases and that all current tenants had to vacate the premises by 1/15/2020. So while I wasn’t entirely surprised about new ownership it was still a shock to the system to be told that I would have to find a new residence. My present address is 22 Rhodes Ave and I have lived here 22 years and 6 mo. so there is not only a long building history but a long personal history attached to this location so it is not only a mental and physical adjustment but also an emotional adjustment. Perhaps its just some sort of funky synchronicity or kismet. I really hate (read H-A-T-E) abrupt change and this was abrupt. Well, for the past two weeks I’ve been adjusting to the idea and forcing myself to search for a new location that is closer to my place of work. It’s been very stressful. I can’t wait until this is over and I’m settled in a new place. From a posting point of view; I have image posts scheduled through the end of January 2020. I may not be checking on your posts until things get settled. I apologize if I seem an absent friend for a while; so, until things settle down, I am “Out”. I wish all of you many successful posts even if I’m not able to enjoy them until I return.






