Poem By a Fan About a Poet

[kralenpregn]

When someone sings &
then he brings
so much more
without less,

full of happy blues and tunes
got the music from the moon.

He's a lyrical space-cadet, flying way up above,
living on a clouds mountain, singing History Of Our Love,
Lost from a broken heart and Found,
King Kong Individual
with his Own Sound

He's the master of tuneful puppets
with his emotions hanging from strings,
and into this world he brings
sounds of his melody

moon music tuned to the gravity.
....At Daniel Johnston Avenue turn left

[Henry Long]

I loved it!

[mememe]

haha! that was great!

[kralenpregn]

    ....You know, it's one thing, to do something great once,
 or maybe even two or three times,
but to keep doing it over and over and over again,       Now That's Beauty

Theres so much difference between his music of mood, meaning, and flow, and the vast

mountain of mediocrity,
 makes ya wonder about the mindset of the mountain

 He's like the living embodiment of some frequency that started,
 like seed from idea, some say he's pretty smart,
      
  There's a whole lot of earth in his heaped-up loops,
  and where there's so much chaos, there's so much truth,
  I stand in awe of the waver of his bravery
  
 and his discovery of music.