Deceived by your eloquence
I was swept up by your pander
Your agenda was not initially known
When I realized your plan
You did not appreciate my candor
Angered by my directness
You were no longer comfortable
Your swagger became limp
Seeing my chance to escape
I was no longer vulnerable
Escaping from your clutches
Your words were accusatory
There was anger in your eyes
Your goal would not be achieved
I would never be your quarry
Struggling to stay upright
Clawing my way through trees
Knowing the predator was on my heels
My breathing became labored
As I battled to be free
I love today’s prompt for Song Lyric Sunday . As soon as I saw it was “Street” the first song that jumped into my mind was Positively 4th Street, by Bob Dylan. He recorded it on July 29, 1965.
Dylan wrote great poetry and this song represents some of his best. The last four lines are my favorites:
Yes, I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes You’d know what a drag it is to see you I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes And just for that one moment I could be you
Let’s celebrate our own 2017 Nobel Prize Winner for Literature with Positively 4th Street.
LYRICS
Positively 4th Street by Bob Dylan
You’ve got a lotta nerve to say you are my friend
When I was down you just stood there grinnin’
You’ve got a lotta nerve to say you got a helping hand to lend
You just want to be on the side that’s winnin’
You say I let you down, ya know its not like that
If you’re so hurt, why then don’t you show it?
You say you’ve lost your faith, but that’s not where its at
You have no faith to lose, and ya know it
I know the reason, that you talked behind my back
I used to be among the crowd you’re in with
Do you take me for such a fool, to think I’d make contact
With the one who tries to hide what he don’t know to begin with?
You see me on the street, you always act surprised
You say “how are you?”, “good luck”, but ya don’t mean it
When you know as well as me, you’d rather see me paralyzed
Why don’t you just come out once and scream it
No, I do not feel that good when I see the heartbreaks you embrace
If I was a master thief perhaps I’d rob them
And tho I know you’re dissatisfied with your position and your place
Don’t you understand, its not my problem?
I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment I could be you
Yes, I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes
You’d know what a drag it is to see you
It was a hot week slowing down my running to a jog and some days mostly a walk. So I didn’t burn as many calories but the sights captured on my iPhone more than made up for it. One day was spent at the local Jungle Gardens. It is a small park but they have a wonderful flock of flamingos that usually surround you begging for food. As it was their breeding season they were completely disinterested in us. I hope you enjoy these things I share with you when I open my eyes to my surroundings. Nature is just beautiful. Enjoy your Saturday!
I captured the sunset through a sculpture on the bay
It was breeding season for the Flamingos so they were not interested in any feeding attempts. Two Ibis looking on.
Magnificent Banyan Trees in the neighborhood
This is Bridal Bouquet, part of the plumeria family. Fortunately it does not shed it leaves like a plumeria so it stays lush all year round. I had this growing at the front of my house but someone flattened it with a bike, i guess. I rescued what I could salvage and have potted it, nursing it back to health.
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This is an old London Underground ad that I took a photo of a few years ago, featuring Henry VIII and Ann Boleyn
heading for The Tower Of London. I love it!
The politics of yet another day
Causing a stir amongst the masses
Spirited conversations ignite
One voice louder than the next
A proverbial battle of the classes
A line is drawn in the sand
That no one dares to cross
You fear for your life
Silence might be best
Your beliefs your albatross
Tantamount to a civil car
The rebellious versus the righteous
Neither side knows what they don’t know
A verbal conflict louder and longer
The winner being the most pious
Blind faith of the minority
And an archaic amendment
Gifted us with what we have today
Fractured here and broken there
Drowning us in a pool of resentment
Knocking down our allies
With scornful and outrageous demands
When the anti truth becomes your facts
You are making enemies of your people
Whose dilemmas you will never understand
An association doomed for failure
A reflection on our society’s blindness
The moral compass conveniently cast aside
In favor of the inflated ego
Observing the decline of social responsibility
Where self-serving trumps kindness
Those paying homage to the narcissistic god
From his shirttails they will unhitch
When their stipend shows no relief
Their sum of all fears will be balanced
By Karma who will prove to be a Bitch
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