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You are a poet of tender-vision, who sacrifices the lamb of beauty at the altar of the golden ash illumination.
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Alisha, a beautiful and stunning interpretation of Patti's song. I celebrate your art. Let the beauty you love be what you do...
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Bukowski’s Blues Your words bleed poetry You bet on the muse and won Cheap wine and cheap hotels Kept the writer burning in you L.A. tried to beat the tenderness out of you You coughed up loneliness And shitted out despair In a city of weeping angels And out of the ugliness you found beauty No room for bullshit in your tear stained heart Nothing smells worse than the stench of phoniness Bang bang bang go the keys of your typewriter from hell And the neighbors complain cause it sounds like gunfire going off And the poems come bleeding redemption in the night You beat the darkness with every word you wrote And drunk on L.A. you sang her blues And woke hung-over expecting rain But somehow the sunshine leaked in
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Bukowski’s Blues Your words bleed poetry You bet on the muse and won Cheap wine and cheap hotels Kept the writer burning in you L.A. tried to beat the tenderness out of you You coughed up loneliness And shitted out despair In a city of weeping angels And out of the ugliness you found beauty No room for bullshit in your tear stained heart Nothing smells worse than the stench of phoniness Bang bang bang go the keys of your typewriter from hell And the neighbors complain cause it sounds like gunfire going off And the poems come bleeding redemption in the night You beat the darkness with every word you wrote And drunk on L.A. you sang her blues And woke hung-over expecting rain But somehow the sunshine leaked in