Toy Caldwell
Every time I hear “Can’t you see” I think of you
“Can't you see, can't you see
What that woman’s been doing to me”
I loved your blend of rock, blues, country and even jazz
You stayed true and never moved from South Carolina
You were born and raised there and died in Sparta
You started The Marshall Tucker Band, a great band
You served in Viet Nam
What you see was what you got
I loved your lead guitar played with your thumb
Your brother Tommy played the Bass in the band
When he was killed in a car accident you were so hurt
You only had one wife and you were real
You lived a short life but you touched mine my friend
Every time I ride thru the Carolinas I think of you and Tom
Toy Caldwell I miss you and your music lives on and on
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What If?
Every blade of grass alive forever
Flowers sing in living light
Someday this dream will be true
The potters wheel brings many gifts
This short trek needs conscience
Choices on a summers night
My stranded friends are going down
Escape is an exit to eternity
The light shines in infinite honesty
Trees with roots deep by the river
Golden choices toward the call
Love shines in every oak leaf
Silence radiates in timeless roses
Water flows into kingdoms of life
The table is set for the broken heart
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Back of a Cab
She is the hidden moon of the street
I am the neon that waits for her step
Her elegant walk of night
These street lamps are ancient poets
Gallery of open wounds
Romance like a knife with pearl blood
Everyone is disguised
Predators sleep late
Jazz echoes like violet gold
Walk by the warehouse district
Revamped by the vampires
Shops and displays as vain as death
By the harbor the insurance company lives
No one escapes their giant arms
I hear her high heels like a hurricane
She smiles and knows I am weak
Tonight the crowds play
Her turquoise earrings dangle
Her lips like apple orchards
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Mystic Red Rose
Pomegranate lips that kiss the night
She dreams visions of endless romance
Spin and weave your fine ivory moonlight
Our hearts with yearning wait the chance
Sealed with refined blossoms of spring
Everything flows like a glorious sea
Waiting for the bells of summer too ring
Portent blows in a sweet south breeze
Love has eyes deeper than the stars
Hear the cry of longing barren souls
She has fire from Venus, ice from Mars
Bring me your magic flowering meadow
Eyes meet each others deep desire
Nothing escapes the hour of light
Hearts revive in an oasis of fire
Fields of eternity glow in the night
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Purple Hearts
Resolution blooms like a blue rose
We are the flowers of the true sky
Sown in the soil where love can grow
Every hour eternity sublimely shines
Youth fallen on forgotten battle fields
Savor the ghostly haunted fallen
Unmarked graves in centuries sealed
Blood flows to the bridle calling
Crying fathers and mothers wail
Shallow graves filled with pale rain
Armadas of proud war ships sail
War the story of history and pain
Tonight my dreams are restless streams
I feel my resting father's soul and heart
Old photos of the war his eyes had seen
Tears in the night I hold his purple heart
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Begonias
Relish the colors of the sun
Supple blue constant of life
Prayers fly like gracious eagles
Here in the ground of my heart I cry
Waiting for a full bloom of joy
Another alcoholic dies alone
Smoke filled room
Emptiness
Scrambled notes with drunken sighs
Nothing I can do to change someone else
Have you seen the sea with spring eyes?
Flowing like angels wings
Sometimes I feel I will never heal
Do you feel the caverns of soul?
The loss of youth, dreams, family
Some just get a face-lift
Some pretend to the bitter end
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Poets of Cardboard
Sullen pirates steal the golden fire
Ezra Pound with terse tight words
Surrealism and Dali fight the world
Picasso only paints abstract lust
War infects Enlightenment poise
Poet Laureates of the system
Paris dapples stringent classical paradigms
Van Gogh’s potato eaters the man of earth
Pablo Neruda lets love come thru the soil
The Lost Generation, exiled
The Beats Howl with rebellion
Real art, real writers, street poets, angst
In the distance ice gathers
Modern fragmented man
Bureaucratic hollow man
TV man
Herd man
Images of success
Tummy tuck poets with face lifts
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Potters Hands
Her Dignity a phoenix of red crinoline
Shawl of poise gentle as a storm
The rain beckons me to seek shelter
Her arms bring a test
Rodin chisels his relished stone
What gate shall we enter?
Violin concerto calms the fire
Duality needs balance
Eagle wings soar with ease
Our integrity blends the colors
Red with blue, yellow with black
We dance on flames of fine marble
I know you have suffered
I know you suffer
The test is a labyrinth
These miles of forlorn road
Streets where doorways tempt
Loneliness like a kiln
Morals and ethics of green jade
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Calico Beach
Bleeding grass
No one hears you
Finally the sun
It all began by the sea
Freedom
Calico beach with a rock
Tides
You had a smile from life
I was searching
We met in the Libra moon
Causes and intellect
Turbulent refrains
Meaning as volatile as winter
Now we are connected for life
No rings or ritual
We just miss one another
Passion dances like change
Summer on a laughing wing
Moonlight on a 6th floor apartment
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Out of Perspective
Fangs behind the lush evening
Razor teeth like falling stars
The subjective without priorities
Her eyes like Cleopatra’s whip
Everything blown out of proportion
First things first make life have focus
My focus is her black 6 inch high heels
My idol Your silk stockings posses me
Fishnet thighs wet like an exotic fountain
Succulent religion of a woman’s tongue
Out of perspective in the wild moonlight
Intense hour compressed like a century
My bed haunted by lush liquid dreams
Some men rise slowly like soaring angels
I have stopped and drank from a golden sea
Vanquished on islands of your moans
Your pheromones like chains of Athena
Your red finger nails brighter than fire
Some lovers are like sweet holes in the sky
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