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Faster goes the arrow Slower comes the truth Misguided youth spreads its wings Over the doormat of faith Unbeknown to the tattered bin of hope The snake of oblivion comes to rescue the fair maiden Seeking only the love it feels it has lost The moon creeps slowly into the room Forever silent Forever deep Vapors…
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Dewdrops fall over the vine In the morning I think I wish you were mine In troubled times I forget The sins of youth And lay my head down For the slumber of the winds To love as I do is The blessing of my soul With you forever in my arms With you forever…
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Diane: So have you been doing any of your gypsy exploring recently? Marc: No…I’ve been staying here for awhile – closer to earth so we can more easily talk. I’ll probably go further afield next week. I get hit with a lot of energy this time of year (around the anniversary of his passing). Diane:…
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Diane: I believe that you want to talk about having past lives that weren’t in the public eye. What did you want to say about that? Marc: Well just this…that we are all immortal beings. My coming now as Marc might bring attention to this fact, but that doesn’t make me more important than anyone…
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You are the fair maiden to my Zeus Forever gathering the nectar From the flowers ever sweet You will forever be my damsel To live in the realm of the merry wishers I will forever behold your crimson hair Radiant with the sun’s warm glow I will forever whisper your name Through the echoes of…
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Imperfect in the mind Is the realm of all thoughts Where ladders go deeper Into the melodies of time Hidden under the dust Are tapestries of weaving In the hallways of the moon Thoughts past to and fro Between the worlds of illusion and reality Forever mired in the cobwebs of faith © Bolan-Beaty Boogie…
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Diane: So do you want to talk about Electric Warrior? Marc: Yeah, it was the first work that expressed who I was and wanted to be. I could now start doing the music that I wanted. Diane: So the Tyrannosaurus Rex band was more or less a stepping stone to T Rex? Marc: Yes in…
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Buccaneers slip through the woolly passages of time Tender hooks sway in the midnight breeze of rhythm Far off voices echo the rusty past Of a sailor’s long lost love Mermaid, bring me thine eyes on a silver platter And forever glisten in the womb of the earth Achelous swept onto the mire A beacon…
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(This poem was channeled the day after Bowie passed.) Bowie Zowie you’re the Main Man Jealous of your talent I never was In awe of your light I always will be Suffice it to say that the world Will be less today than it was before We relish having you back in our midst Eager…
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Diane: So what was your life purpose as Marc? Marc: To entertain…to be true to who I was. To feel inspired everyday of my life by creating what deep down in my soul I knew to be true. Diane: What are you most proud of? Marc: Knowing that I spent my life doing what I…