John Martyn (11 September 1948 – 29 January 2009)

JOHN MARTYN

He is another

Who moves
Restlessly
Forward

Still

Knowing that no direction
Is

As we
Who live to live
Another day

And listen

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feelings.

Posted on November 29, 2011, in Poetry, Writing and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. Truly thought provoking. I enjoyed this, and I am thankful to live to live another day…and listen

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    • So here is a small gift.

      Let The Good Things Come

      I wish I had walked down, every road I ever set my eyes upon
      I wish I could take care, of every dream I ever set my heart upon
      I wish I could step free, of every weight I ever leaned my weight upon
      Lay low, let the good things come
      Lay low, let the good things come.

      Wish I could walk out, of every scene of every game I ever played
      I wish I could move on, from every place in every town I ever stayed
      I wish I could let go, and hold on to anything I wanted to
      Let go, let the good things come
      Let go, let the good things come
      Lay low, let the good things come
      Let go, let the good things come.

      I wish I could see you, and bear the times and long the days to waste away
      I wish I could be you, and see the world another way, another way
      I wish you could get through, to every face and every friend I ever knew
      Let go, let the good things come
      Let go, let the good things come
      Let go, let the good things come
      Lay low, let the good things come.

      Back Down The River

      I know that we’re going to be together you and me.
      For more than a rhyme or two your time belongs to me
      Rowing back down my river
      Chasing my tail to the sea
      Rowing back down my river
      Trying my best to be me.

      Watching your crazy ways and all the lazy days
      Digging you more and more the more I see your face
      Rowing back down my river
      Trying my best to be free
      Rowing back down my river
      Chasing my tail to the sea.

      Watching the simple things to help me grow along
      Loving the notes you bring to help me sing my song
      Rowing back down my river
      Trying my best to be me
      Rowing back down my river
      Singing my songs to the sea.

      I know that we’re going to be together, you and me
      For more than a time or two your rhymes belong to me
      Rowing back down my river
      Chasing my tail to the sea
      Rowing back down my river
      Trying my best to be me

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  2. Living just to Live…that’s such a sin.

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  3. Lovely melodies, so relaxing…

    Liked by 1 person

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