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Pastimes : Calling all SI Poets -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: MSB who wrote (1220)	12/21/1997 12:30:00 PM
From: jpmac	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 2095

msb - I've read that before, but i'm glad you reposted it. Maybe I should print some things out for rereading. I did enjoy seeing this again. Thanks. And I like the insert a name here part. (g) Here's another street poem. With one to follow written by Stevie Nicks. I really like the one by her. Captures the essense of the street and the gypsy life in contrast to those we meet that live more steady (normal ?) lifes. And the sorrow and silence that endings can bring. I will answer your earlier question as well. I did not mean to avoid, it is simply something I do not ordinarily express in words and find it difficult to do so. For now... there are the gypsies and the street people. and there are the uncommitted and the wasted. They are not the same the thing. tonight there is no shelter twenty miles an hour from the west the storm is coming destiny blocks into miles months into years the street again and the storm never ends my coat is thinner than it was before the cold wind slivers cut deeper the years inside have softened me still the planet turns once more the edge inside waiting to strike thought maybe this time i'd gone inside for good but here i am three a.m. walking into the wind alone on the streets the shadow dancers and me jp/feb-95

To: MSB who wrote (1220)	12/21/1997 12:35:00 PM
From: jpmac	Respond to of 2095

Street Angel by Stevie Nicks ---------------------------------------------------------------------- I've been walking under rainbows...too long to tell You keep walking down mean streets... my street angel I try to bring you in...out of the cold But street angels live on the street... And they always will Street angels aren't like anyone you know They do what they want...and they go where they go They may tell you that you hold the world in your hands But they always give it back... (They always give it back) CHORUS: No amount of crying...changes your mind No amount of praying...brings you inside I know that you love me... and that you always will You just stand outside and call to me... My sweet street angel A Charles Dickens character, with your top hat and your scarf When you pull me through the rainbow... I thought you'd stop But you didn't...you turned around... You went back to the children...and your music... And the people that you love I can't help but wonder if... Every once in a while...you remember the girl When you were a homeless angel... that drove you wild Strange and elusive... CHORUS: No amount of crying...changes your mind No amount of praying...brings you inside I know that you love me...and that you always will You just stand outside and call to me... My sweet street angel So I ended it all...for the both of us I fell down the stairs...a broken rag doll But you never knew...you just thought I went away With nothing more to hope for... But you don't hear voices anymore No...my sweet street angel