Jeff

Dylan might have had a less troubling future, for the sixties were rocky times and roots were not well seeded, but came never a savior to discourage his propensity for defying convention and thoughtless risk-taking

tho was done by no fault of me, I was begun in the West, turned loose from there to wander wherevever He directed, and for all 's come since then, will know my rest in the East

Chance encounters scratch indelible on my mind Pebbles unmoved by stream’s swift currents.

Time, the Great Dwindler,
is not lazy,
never tires,
sustains its pernicious assault
against the aging man. # vss

I am bound to eternal restlessness, Born to shiver in the warmth, To perspire in the chill #VSS365 #VSS

To him of Truth Inures wealth of Heart #VSS365. #VSS

bare a boy I ran out of youth yea, it was then the running Began #VSS #vss365

I am a free man given to adventure when and if I find it, I pray my passions run amok. #vss

I am a blaze burns rampant, an inferno ever insatiate drowning in your propellant begging stay me from the Rain. #VSS365 #VSS

Tis a silent breeze glows restless embers. #vss365 #VSS

forgotten 'midst the rubble, twisted turns and midnight Kisses. #VSS #VSS365

Do not forsake me Do not leave me starve of you Do not forget me without expectation Do not leave me loving you. #VSS365 #VSS

chill preys beneath the night whilst bare I lay with you creeping premature the dawn then primping, dressed and Gone #VSS365 #VSS

Dylan: "Anna, why do You stare at me so?" Anna: "You are alive, Dylan, burning with life. I am watching you burn." #VSS365 #VSS

She was elegant, radiant as she stood beneath the dazzling lights of the theater marquee and in the red silk full-length strapless gown she wore, she was a testament to success, all that she had achieved. All she had come to be without him. #VSS365

She did not wear shorts or jeans, but dressed as if she was going somewhere it was important to leave a good impression. But she rarely went  anywhere. The silllage of a fine perfume, ever-present, but subtle, lingered about her, like the smell of jasmine in the spring. #VSS365

Fate returned me conscious from where I do not know. Aside me, words in my hand tho I did not write them: slipped, tripped by quiet rumors, warm embraces and satin whispers, last night's sweet indiscretions immersed in morning's reminisces, wonder why you left them Here #VSS365

Where is that clump of earth Where sanguine I will lay and Write beneath a spruce and cloud Of the promise I shirk and Ink the refute to no longer shrink ’Stead water the life within me? #VSS365