Crossing Over
August 24, 2007 5:28 AM
A short poem spoken with keyboard, percussion, and guitar
Darkness falls in the middle of the day,
We look to the sky and lord we pray,
Darkness grows near,
And all those who are dear,
Floods the lands with tears,
Not a moment to soon,
For all men are destin for doom,
Come cross over, All are welcome
posted by Randy Curtis (3 comments total)
posted by Randy Curtis (3 comments total)
Thank you for the wonderful comment my friend.
I am glad that you have taken the time for a listen.
Most people would consider this piece as being to strange
and at the same time fearing it because of the implications that we are to face in the not to distant future.
posted by Randy Curtis at 6:55 PM on August 24, 2007
I am glad that you have taken the time for a listen.
Most people would consider this piece as being to strange
and at the same time fearing it because of the implications that we are to face in the not to distant future.
posted by Randy Curtis at 6:55 PM on August 24, 2007
Cool
posted by Brandon Blatcher at 5:49 AM on October 9, 2007
posted by Brandon Blatcher at 5:49 AM on October 9, 2007
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Very good stuff. Although it's barely noticeable, I love your accent. It makes me homesick for my kin up there in the tri-state area. Thanks for posting this.
posted by snsranch at 5:08 PM on August 24, 2007