Sunday, September 20, 2015

"Mind Curator" _new poem for upcoming 2016 Whispering Angel poetry-book on mystrawhat.com & TheNewEverydayMedia.com

photo credit: me Sat 9-19-15 Local, S. Side Pittsburgh, Pa.
(photo art - view of the sun filled street from the bar)


Mind Curator

Dreams flash on by
Counting how many times
I had to say good nite
When you know I didn't want to too

It's all right we don't fake it
It was never a fight to make it
You can break my heart, Karma
Is gonna wipe my chalk slate clean
You can break my heart, break my
Mind you won't get to have, no, not
When you lay back deep at peace
Now see me curating your dreams

Counting how many times
I had to say good nite
Yet I didn't want to

When you lay back deep at peace
Now see me curating your dreams
Even your new man says you forgot
I'm the mind curator of love's art
You can break my heart, Karma
Is gonna wipe my chalk slate clean
You can break my heart, break my
Mind you won't get to have, no, not

Now see me curating your dreams
Even your new man says you forgot
I'm the mind curator of love's art

Written today Saturday September 2015 by John Alan Conte Jr
"Mind Curator" _new poem for my upcoming 2016 Whispering Angel poetry-book on mystrawhat.com & TheNewEverydayMedia.com w/ #TopHottestAngelsListOfNewMediaToBeCelebrated