Like the song says, if there’s a rock n heaven, you know they got a heck of a band. Have you ever really stopped to think on all those who rose up like some latter day shamen only to burn out and fade away.. and yet still leave their mark on society’s common memory?
At A Half Mumble by Michael Romani Spaced out troubadors Splash across lost generations Quavering melodies crumble With words at a half mumble Receive ready in stateliness Caught up in its headiness Fragile in it scare Bordering on a list of real care Stolen lines for the next fight Hint of soul's darkness brought to light A man child playing the part of a poet Distorts his emotion afraid to show it What's left to be said When everything has been said Twirled blues spin the mind Yesterday's memories are left blind Toxic on a personal level Are the mixed messages of an untamed devil Booze and sex offer line given highs Dreams of the ideal slipped behind our sighs It feels forever since we've chased dignity Caught up in the darkness of our complexity Looking of signals of strength in the wind Steelier eyes seek our future past the bend All the hopped up promises of love seem to fade As those torn to dust insist on throwing shade Pieces of puzzle whispered into our ears Run away with the magic of all our rushing years Cries worthy of some sort of a happy ending Self imagined dreams worth some sort of blending Glorious in the heaving of a heavy sonic melody It offers truth of tender somewhat genuinely Taken place across in its historical sweep Heaven's unstable frontier makes us weep Holding on as the ground shakes and hills burned It's an epitaph to all things we've graciously learned (c) September 9, 2019 Michael Romani All Rights Reserved
ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 