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Tongue Study

Tongue Study 4/22/2014

Tongue Study

Steady it wags
needing to know
more,about the
the very thing that
causes wars.
peace and pain
I study my tongue.
Much has been said
about the tongue yet
how has it pertained
to my own.
My tongue has delivered
and served,it has given
and taken,it has blessed,
it has cursed.
It has been written
and it has been SAID.
the tongue can be tied,twisted
curt,sweet,sharp,wagging or

It may be your
native tongue
or foreign,it may be
exciting or boring.
If quiet is your tongue
the cat may have it.

If you use your
tongue to speak ill
of the dead you may,
challenge a force and
be cursing your life's course.

The tongue's confession's
may sweep out
dirty secrets from the
corners of your mind.

Wise words have fallen on death
ears, words smothered by pride.
truth escaped lying eyes.
Ignoring what you saw and
twisting what was heard.

Tongues may bond
with imbeciles or angels
forming positive
or negative energy.

Be careful,mind your tongue
it is closes to your own ears
and will affect you first,rather
before the others hear.

Be not at the mercy of 
an imbecilic tongue
read their eyes
and duck the darts
about to be thrown. 

Do not despise the
foreign tongue
for it is the aptitude 
of the brain, the tunnel
to his bilingual do not
expect the champions,
to cater to the dunce,
who can barley
master his own tongue.

In general I have concluded
weather you live by the sword or
stand on principals, I had to
learn to manage my tongue
as I would a loaded gun.

I will not justify my tongue
when I use it's power for wrong
and neither hold my piece,
to placate the sword of the unjust..
the real power is in
the righteousness
of the spoken tongue..

For those who live by
the sharp and sworded tongue
and wield words as death
blows to the innocent,
or those who are silent,
while others suffer
May also die
by the mighty tongue.
or by the holding of it.

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You stumble over words
feeling insecure
So much you want to say
but still unsure
You worry what I think
tears trickle down your cheek
want to unzip your heart
but silent.. cannot speak

Look into my eyes
and fear will fly away
I'll see inside your eyes
all you want to say
My finger on your lips
don't say a word
Here in my embrace
every thought is heard

Girl, I love you so
ya make me wanna shout
But we can take it slow
ya never need to doubt
Yeah, I am into you
climb mountains, sail seas
Until our kingdom comes
and you're united with me

Look into my eyes
and fear will fly away
I'll see inside your eyes
all you want to say
My finger on your lips
don't say a word
Here in my embrace
every thought is heard

Look into my eyes
and fear will fly away
I'll see inside your eyes
all you want to say
My finger on your lips
don't say a word
Here in my embrace
every thought is heard

Date: 8-6-14

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New Year's Eve Ballad

New Year's Eve Ballad

It’s true one year just ended
And that another one began
In places crowds did gather
They drank and offered cheer
There was singing and ‘twas dancing
Celebrating the New Year.

As a child I do remember
This special time of year
When bedtime was extended
And the neighbors were all there
Together at the strike of twelve
Celebrating the New Year.

And as I grew much older
As did the other friends I know
We continued all to gather
As this special time did near
We talked of all the years past
Celebrating the New Year.

So many friends are gone now
So many that I knew
But always I remember
The times that we did bear
I think of them now as I am
Celebrating the New Year.

Last year we met such challenges
Not all glory, not all fun
But stood each with the other
As we chased away the fear
We faced just ‘one day at a time’ and now are
Celebrating the New Year.

Cheers I say to others
As I pop the cork and drink
Thinking now all days are special
Though life sometimes does seem unfair
Still I drink to health and happiness
Celebrating the New Year.

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Estimate The Cost

You look back and dream of days long gone
You can feel the tears as they're coming on
Just realizing how much you lost
It's no way to estimate the cost

Once you walked with purpose and your will was strong
Wouldn't back down now somehow it all seems wrong
Never found out how the dice were tossed
Just count the chips and estimate the cost

Oh the price was more than you thought it would be
You just turned your back so you wouldn't see
There were limits set but those lines you crossed
Never took the time to estimate the cost

Now time is closing down that open road
Memories become such a heavy load
Autumn years will bring an early frost
Too late to sit and estimate the cost

Now you're just a few steps ahead of the hell you made
It wasn't supposed to be how the game was played
Total disregard, oh how the rules were tossed
Now the time has come to estimate the cost.

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I wandered the vastness of the universe
Just to met you here
I considered many life times to glimpse
Your adorable essence
I explored the magical land of Atlantis
Even the technological Lemuria
I lived a couple of thousand of years in Sumeria
And learned to spoke magical words
I lived with the hundreds of lambs in Syria
To learn how to live with them in the barren land
I was in Mongolia to learn how to cook food
And created my own menu
I was with the Emperor and Empress of Japan
To be one of their counsels
I was once a daughter of a peasant in Italy
Learned to live with a single meal a day
I learned to fly an airplane in France
And leave my profession for marriage
I craved to wrote songs in Canada
But still longed for someone I knew
I was with you in the battle ground of ancient Egypt
I learned how to kill and to be killed then
I tried to discover more about myself
Lived inside a cave of mountainous Indonesia
I entered the great temple of India
To learn how to be the master of my surroundings
But died when a mysterious epidemic spread
I created more thoughts and realized inside a cell in Chile
And killed myself for an escape to my wrong ordeals
I existed again to work on my rippled karma
I visited the temples of Tibet to find peace
I discovered how to heal myself
And every person I tormented
I roamed around the great City of Brazil
But to no avail I never saw someone like you
I remembered why I am here then
I still chased you in further ground of Incas
But nothing happened
You still left me for another person
I continued to soar within this land
And was killed while counting miles across the sea of England
I explored the lessons of to be abandoned
As I always waited for this love
I was catapulted again in the battle fields of the Philippines
Where I was killed in an ambush with my three best friends
Yet my desire never materialized
I returned here being wary you was out of life again
I decided to get back to the golden planet
But escaped before the capsule like craft flown
While have had a thought in mind
That I am expected you to came
And now finally we bumped each other again
This will be the last life I shall chose to see you
Since I planned long before this moment
I will be home where I am from
And be one with my sparks.

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The Power Of Pride

As I surmise all that is me strewn and cluttered, 
My conscious lies casually shorn and shuttered, 
For here lie the spoils of stubborn iniquity, 
I shuffle and toil, floundering in frailty. 

Oh what great havoc, what conscious so lewd, 
Creates such traffic which now spoils the fruit, 
Of truly righteous deeds committed by a scurrilous man, 
Of whom I could no better know, no better understand, 

For this terribly lost and forever forlorn soul, 
Is none other than me shivering and sniveling so, 
And as helpless as I suddenly appear to be, 
I now understand the strength pride provides so easily, 

For there is purpose in pride, yet none in shame, 
As ambition carries us blind to who’s at blame, 
And just where is the woe when the devil may care, 
For we are soon found alone, our conscious left bare, 

And as I embark into this desolate place, 
My horrors so dark, my fears crimson in taste, 
Forward I race into the perilous pit, 
With none other to blame for this simple life I quit.

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Although Fertile Were the Fields

Although fertile were the fields, I plowed
That self-same earth lies barren now;
 Barren evermore.
 Still I shall not fear the wrath of God or Anyman
 For my seeds were sown in the wild and unsullied season
 Albeit the earth which absorbed the substance of my labors
  Yields neither fruit nor flower.

   Still what remains behind us after we have passed u nto nothing
  Is it the perception of ourselves by others
   Or the small and humble things that are the substance of my struggle?
    Although tertile were the fields I plowed
    That self-same earth lies batrren now;
     Barren evermore.
     Still I shall not fear the wrath of God or Anyman
     For my seedswere sown in the wild and unsullied season
     Albeit the earth which absorbed the substance of my loabors
      Yields neither fruit nor flower.

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The Homeless

Twas the night before Christmas
He sat near the street
With his dog in a blanket
Warming his feet

The sidewalk was cold
His windbreaker thin
He longed for a scarf
To cover his chin

He wished that his pants
Were free of the holes
And dreamed of new shoes
Without paper soles

He played his violin
With a melancholy ring
Like the sound of an angel
Which made the heart sing

Where once he had played
To whomever he choose
But his life took a turn
When he fell for the booze

The snowflakes fell softly 
And peppered his hair
As he faintly heard carols
In the soft evening air

He counted his money
And wrapped up the dog
Shouldered his knapsack
And walked through the fog

Tomorrow was Christmas
To him one more day
To walk in the streets
With his violin to play

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Remember Me

When I go away,from the places where I'd play...
Don't forget to say, I remember Him this way.
The stories about when We were young and bold...
the dances and the girls I'd hold.
Remember how I used to drive, without fear, GOD on my side...
fast and slick, my cars they shined, so many cars so little time.
How I won those races, and the grins upon my face...
how I like women wearing silk and lace.
Remember that I wanted a family...
kids to enjoy, a little girl and three little boys.
Stole from Me when they were small...
remember I missed and LOVE' em all !
How we fished and boated too,
My old trucks and the coupe' ,a '32.
The times that were good with harmony...
My life so rich and full ,on My way to blessed eternity.
When I go don't put Me away...
think of the songs I wrote and played.
Remember Me when the day is thru...
the good I used to do, great memories of ME and YOU !!

                                                 By Perri R Voge  for My kids, Colt,Sheena, Clint & Nash

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The wind passed through the trees 
A delicate touch 
A delicate leaf, 
fell on me 

Crisp and tan, 
down it fell... 
You cannot change 
A turning leaf 
A falling leaf 
A falling man 

I held it in my hand 
So light... 
So fragile... 
How this leaf could withstand 
A Summers season 
Now a dying Autumn, 
in this changing land 

The colour turned... 
The leaves fell on me 
A falling man, 
in a changing Autumn land 

A delicate touch 
A delicate leaf 
Could be crushed 
Yet, with a soft blow 
I let an Autumn leaf go 

The leaves falling... 
From an Autumn tree 
Crisp and tan 
A falling man 
A falling leaf 
A falling me 

I will appear 
Lush and green, 
in a summer next year 
A delicate leaf 
you have seen 
you have let it go 
in a changing colourland so 

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This knot..... 
A second of your time 
This colour........ 
a thought 
This ongoing composition, 
your time here, 
your doing, 
your volition 
Live your life 
as a tapestry 
Each knot, 
a thread in time 
Each colour, 
light or not 
This composition ..... 
This colour of thought 
The knots you sought 
This winding thread, 
easy to break 
Together they hold 
On the paths you tread 
This tapestry you unfold 
This emerging picture of time, 
this colour 
The fullness of your knot, 
a little less duller, 
if your thoughts, 
are sublime 
Winding  thread, 
this image spread 
The pattern 
knots and colour, 
on lifes' satin 
Gold and silver knots 
Precious seconds 
This tapestry unravelling 
your thoughts, 
colour, travelling 
every knot a precious second 
every colour, 
a thought 
our lives caught 
Shown for all, 
every thought laid 
our lives displayed 
This composition, 
our lives, 
our volition 
Deepening colour play 
The  richness in your time 
woven through, 
winding thread 
The  things you do, 
the things you say 
The life you want to portray

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As I walk out into a deep sea of blue
I start to feel the new morning dew
Wanting to escape to the welcoming stars
I leave behind the pain of all scars

Swept away in this speckled blanket above
I know the stars are full of secrets and love
I ponder and share the thoughts in my mind
The dreams and secrets that I may once find

Soon I know this magical darkness will fall
And all will continue, our natural known call
So now let all found secrets be told
As will our sought out dreams unfold

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Broken Dreams

  Do you believe in the things that you've always known,
Can you understand the things you've been shown.
   Is it the visions you see that make you believe,
Or is the feelings you get when you've been deceived.
    The pain you feel a never ending ache ,
Tearing your heart and soul from you every day.
    Time ticks slowly pounding away at you,
Throbbing heart breaking and there's you can do,
    Must I settle for these lost and broken dreams,
Because it has all the signs that what it seems.
    How much should a man endure to find his way,
It cant possibly be like this hard for me every day.
    There is nothing so frustrating as being so confused,
Especially when you've discovered that you've been used.
    I will get through this lonely phase I have no doubts,
But I'm sure there will come a day I'll figure it all out.
    Cautiously I walk the path that's been laid before me,
In faith I will continue for I know he will let me see.
    Life will be thrown at you in so many different ways,
I will be prepared for these things for the rest of my days.
    Broken dreams will be the learning tree for me to grow ,
Living my life with Joy Happiness is what I'll always Know.

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What constitutes a shoe?

What constitutes a shoe? 
The leather bound tongues of
inglorious pomp,
ambling midst the glades…
pugilistic caffeine panders 
solely to the soul,
ergonomically agile, 
bar the finest detail…

eye-lashed straps 
entrenched in the name, 
toiling syllabic misnomers, 
shorn against the scornful 
blood of erstwhile colonialism,
perpetually in memorandum…


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Life's journey long
Need for solid ground
Many rise and fall
On this merry-go-round
Not on this ride alone
My forever I've found

Oh, how she loves
She loves me whatever
My best friend, my forever
She loves me true
On her love I depend
Love never end, my forever

Dark clouds come
And life rains on me
Forever holds my hand
She gives faith to see
Not on this ride alone
Together we're free

Oh, how she loves
She loves me whatever
My best friend, my forever
She loves me true
On her love I depend
Love never end, my forever

Yeah, I'm here for her.. Here for forever

Oh, how she loves
She loves me whatever
My best friend, my forever
She loves me true
On her love I depend
Love never end, my forever


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Rose Hips Lady

Rose hips lady
Your field is ripe
Bury my torn body
In that rain-soaked night

Taste those sweet confessions
On your baby breath
Lift this wounded flag
Into your burning nest

Oh, yes, I will
I will

Rose hips lady
Your field is ripe
Bury my torn body
In that rain-soaked night

Tame the roaring tiger
Never lets you rest
Take my last reward 
From your moonlit breasts

Oh, yes, I will
I will

Daddy’s gone hunting 
He’s gone away
Daddy’s gone hunting
Won’t be back for days

Left you with a lover
Makes a shrine 
Of your skin

Left you with a lover
Takes you down
Roads of sin

Left you all alone 

And the knots cut deep
Through the musk and flesh
Of hot regret
And the love you need
It’s a shadow
Never lets you rest

You release the Beast
From a well that’s wet
You will confess
That the love you need
It’s a shadow
Never lets you rest

Rose hips lady

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Fireworks Hill

Let’s go climb
And move back time
To that mysterious hill
Where a boy first met his girl

Long before 
The cynics arrived
Before the laughter died
And God returned the day to night

Where dazzling fireworks
Rained sparkles
On our lives
Two strange birds
Came together
And opened up their eyes

Let’s go climb 
We’ll move back time

Fireworks Hill, Fireworks Hill
Far from my mind
Never forgotten
Fireworks Hill, Fireworks Hill
We became one there
So very often

And there are vivid colors 
Blasting through the sky
Dancing rainbows 
I really want to taste
There is weeping smoke
Painting all the stars
Burning graveyards 
For the human race

Let’s go climb
And move back time
To that mysterious hill
Where a boy first met his girl

We’ll race to the edge
Fulfill our pledge
It was written in blood
The heat of our love

Oh, jump, baby, jump
We’ll fly away together
Jump, baby, jump
Our bodies joined forever

Let’s go climb
And move back time 
To that mysterious hill
Where a boy first met his girl

Fireworks hill, fireworks hill
I see the sparkles in the air
Fireworks hill, fireworks hill
I smell the dazzle of your hair
Fireworks hill, Fireworks hill
We flew to Heaven over there

Let’s go climb
We’ll move back time
(Forever…with you)

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This dreamless sleep 
You are in so deep 
Inner space, 
free falling within 
Your place 

You travel so far 
but you go nowhere 
You must forgive me 
I am not in your space 
...........It is your race see 

How can I explain 
what I feel 
When all I feel is pain 
I am not on an even keel 

This distance I must walk, 
for there is no time to talk 

The journey starts here, 
forget your fear 

I carry with me, 
the memories of the souls 
that I knew, 
that want to travel with me too 

This ship full of......... 
lost souls 
Trying to find their way, 
find their goals, 
keeping fear at bay 

This lonely ship, 
passing through............ 
So many souls, 
passing through 
Which one are you? 

Trying to find their way. 
Me too 
This limitless space 
Looking for your place 

Where is my way? 
Deep space 
Going far 
To distant star 
Another day 
Another place 

So far to go, 
but not far at all 
Nothing to fear, 
All is here 

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Voice in the Night

How do I thank
The voice in the night?
Call of hope
After the world turned dark

How do I thank
The voice in the night?
Healing words
Made from
Angel heart

Oh, her chocolate whisper
Warm convincing breeze
Oh, her breathy laughter
In the shadow of my need 

Don’t you hear the voice?
Save  you from despair
Don’t you hear the voice?
Sent by ghosts who care

Don’t you hear the voice?
Rises like a prayer
Come to rescue you
From your earthly snare

How do I thank
The voice in the night?
Call of hope 
Kissed my tears away

How do I thank
The voice in the night?
Now I dance
To a magic serenade

Don’t you hear the voice?
Memories of home
Don’t you hear the voice?
Pretty as a poem

Don’t you hear the voice?
Vivifies your soul
Bathes you in a pool 
Love you’ve never known

How do I thank
The voice in the night?
Call of hope
After the world turned dark

Voice inside the darkness
Gets into my head
Lady caller,
Take me, take me
To your bed

Voice inside the darkness
Gets into my head
Lady caller
Raise me, raise me
From the dead

Voice inside the darkness
Gets into my head

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As the Dream Unfolds

     One seeks refuge 
in sleep 
  Dreams arrive 
A fantasy world which 
is based on real life events
What passions, what vivid images fill the 
   sleeper's mind!
The heart has it's own solutions 
which it seeks to answer 
in dreams 
   Hours before daybreak
   you are in another world 
   Can our visions help us? 
   Hopefully, like Joseph of old did
   our dreams will be correctly interpeted 
   A new dawn is on it's way!

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I Wish I Knew

All this time I wish I knew,
At other times I wish I had known,
The whats, ifs and buts of life.
Then I hope that I had never known,
What could have been with or without,
It is better for it to remain a mystery,
Than for me to fall prey to solving it.
Let be what there is and accept it,
Better this way than to expect more,
Come what may in this life and more,
Will face it head on and face the strife.

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I was born pale and invisible
In a world
Sees everything 
Everything, everything….but me

Invisible to your touch
And doubt you’ll like me very much
Am I alive?
Was I ever me?

I’m a non-existent cipher
A pointless empty zero
Never added up to anything
A non-existent cipher
Pointless empty zero
Tell me….what does it all mean?

And now I think I want you
Ethereal body
Oblivious mask
And now I think I love you
Intelligent lips
Painted in black

But no need to look my way
Or give me the time of day

Can’t be with you 
In this world
Invisible man 
Never gets the girl

Oh, no...

I’ll find where you are
And watch from afar
You will be felt by me

I’ll find where you are
And watch from afar
You will be loved by me

For life
Your zero
The day I die

Your zero….your zero


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I am the face of misery
My life, a dissonance of autumn and spring,
The years are written in the same
Lugubrious, nostalgic grey
How can it be the author to blame?
I cannot scream this all away…
Burn nor Bleed this all away…
To Death I am Ordained

Lacuna ever growing
With Velvet sheets of life flowing
Aeons apart of my "royalty"
Under the mask the cannot see...
Can you dispel this tragedy:
Antigone - Epiphany failing

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,

No words of hope
No words of hate
Do I have Lenore to send to me:
The sordid child of Thebes
Caught In the longest nightmare
life - the slowest way to die

I know this is my life 
But I'm not under control
under the mask the will see
Just Another Human

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,

Can you dispel my life; this tragedy?
Can you control the storm in my mind?
I'm asking you: can you rid me
Of The Curse of Antigone?

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My kiss from Heaven

My Kiss from Heaven

I used to have a Ouija board
I’d play with it for hours
I never really believed in it
I thought it had no power
It was just a novelty
To me, a piece of fun
Then once when I was playing it
Just before the day was done

All of the room went kind of still
And a silence touched my soul
It felt like angels were all around me
And my world felt kind of whole
My hand went whirring round that board
Like me, I could not stop it
I felt that I had no control
It disturbed me just a bit.

A message, well it seemed to come
It seemed to say to me
“Phone your father in the old country
And do it speedily”
So I did this, I phoned Mum up
She told me dad was sick
And If I wanted to see him alive
I’d have to get back quick.

Well I got back to see my dad
Then he died not too long after
I let him know how much I loved him
And we shared some tears and laughter
I ask, was this a kiss from Heaven?
It seems like this could be
All I know is I’m glad it happened
It changed my life for me.

11 September 2013 @ 1453hrs.
Peter Duggan.

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An eye for an eye

Though I am not considered to be a Christian, [I love most religions] But I lover to read the gospels of Mark and Mathew, so I wrote them all in verse...Peter

Eye for Eye.

Folk were listening to our lord
Such a crowd had gathered round
The news of this enigma
Had spread from town to town.
The multitudes all came to him
To hear the words he spake
He’d been speaking there for quite a while
And the day was getting late.

The lord with Passion in his tone
He told those multitudes
{There were poor and rich, and saints and sinners
The good Lords words, their food}
He said to them “now you have heard
An eye for eye, and tooth for tooth
But I give you another law
So listen to my truth”.

“Do not resist an evil person
When struck on the right cheek
Turn to him the other also
Just hear these words I speak
If someone wants to sue you
And take your tunic too
Then let him have your cloak as well
This, I do say to you”.

If someone makes you walk a mile
Then walk with him for two.
Give what one may ask you for
This be the thing to do.
If someone would borrow from you
Then do not turn away.
Hear ye this, it be the truth
These words you hear me say”.

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I Want

I want to be normal again,
I want to keep the faith,
I want to seek for it everywhere,
I want to find myself once again,
I want to feel whole again,
I want to be living not existing,
I want to be sure of things,
I want to know I will be alright,
I want to be somewhere,
I want to stay there for a while,
I want to dream wholeheartedly,
I want to know why this has happened to me,
I want answers to how long this will be,
I want to just to be able to do what i want,
I want to feel like I used to before,
I just simply want to be................

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A Selfish Prayer

It's hard when I see so much pain,
Filled with life's many hardships,
All these troubled souls praying,
For miracles through their worships,

Even at home they are lost,
And muddle through their days,
'Release us from our lots',
They cry out from their maze,

Yet I find it even harder still,
When I must stand here and watch,
With neither the way or the will,
To give what little I've got,

So Lord I pray you fill my cup,
Give me the success and station,
Where hope can spring from love,
To answer all this frustration,

Let me afford more than simple words,
Grant me the means to answer prayer,
Lay before me a path true and sure,
To receive great fruit I can share,

My life has taught me so very much,
As my prayers so often are granted,
I know what it means to be touched,
By the charity of the enchanted,

It brings a life of such great hope,
To you and all of those you love,
It helps you to widen your scope,
And great faith when times get tough,

So today Lord I finally pray,
For something I never have before,
I pray for riches so very great,
That I would never need to ask for more,

Vast wealth beyond Solomon or Jabez,
Great wisdom and eternal good health,
The power to shape the will of others,
And all the prayers I leave on the shelf,

And I pray that I remain steadfast,
In service to you through my fellow man,
And you answer this prayer however crass,
Before this poem is written by this hand.

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Has anyone ever written
about the scent of onions?
New Years Eve and the scent
comes wafting up to me
mingled in the wet and 
and all the little thoughts
that jump like fish, and slip 
the sheets, what 
seem to be good 
ones, gone now - between 
the yards of white that I
sleep beneath, 
i also wonder, 
about the undertow,
before we drift into the seas 
- or sail away- 
all about the answers that
we seek

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Last night I dreamt

Last night I dreamed

The dream I had was all in white
As pure as driven snow
And the whiteness of it all
Did bring me down quite low
There was something very scary there 
In the whiteness of it all
The sameness there in everything
Kind of drove me up the wall.

I looked into the neighbours yard
As the sun was shining bright
I heard an infant screaming loud
There bathed within the sunlight
Was parked a pram upon the lawn
Which glowed with mystery
My mother’s passion was aroused
I took a look to see

I peeped into that pure white pram 
A babe was lying there
All swaddled in a pure white shawl
Just white was everywhere
The whole wide world, Was beamed in light
It was a scary feel 
I found myself in corridors 
This place it seemed unreal.

Each corridor was long and winding
Like serpents, in my dream
And everywhere were locked, white rooms
This place to me it seemed
Like a hospital, insane asylum
Or something of this kind
I just ran round, and round, and round
With panic in my mind.

I could not find my room at all
And every one I asked
Just looked at me with blank expressions
It was a mammoth task
Trying to find where I was at
It almost drove me mad
And then I saw my. Daughter there
And boy! this made her glad.

She handed me the baby
And told me loudly “Take it”
And then I woke up from my sleep
It made me think a bit
As to what this dream was all about
It was the strangest dream
I’d love to get into my mind
And find out what it means.

28 July 2013 @ 1417hrs.


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Gentle music

Gentle music

Always I’ve loved music
How I love to write those songs
I love to bash on the old guitar
And sing my words so strong
But gentle always does it
Sheer noise, I cannot stand
I love a real sweet melody
With a lovely soft, sweet band.

It seems the melody has gone
From music, now these days
Everyone just screams and shouts
Their minds all in a haze
From every kind of booze and drugs
All sweetness played right out
The young guys call it music
But me, I have my doubts.

I write my songs with sweetness
The words as plain as day
I need to get my words across
Not put folk in a daze
I want to see folk happy
Not doped out of their heads
I’m not out to feed the mind
I choose the heart instead.

25 August 2013 @ 1156hrs.

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Hi, Bye

Loves magic riddle, shepherds the flower,
blossoming elegance, land to sea.
I never knew, how that love grew, 
until I laid eyes on Lucy Dee.

Blindly sifting through the hazy maze, 
emerging aware, holding a key.
That fixed a hole, which filled my soul,
thanks to the love of Lucy Dee. 

The force behind the forces of life,
made me question how to see,
Suddenly views, were less askew,
thanks to the insight of Lucy Dee.

Now I care not, for transparent fog,
or the rain that pours for weeks.
For the weather, never weathers,
the amorphous Lucy Dee.

When my petals finally wilt and wane,
storms bring me to weary knees.
The radiant shine, forever binds,
lucy’s light within me; and without,
by loves decree.

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Pipe Dreams!

In our lives filled with lofty goals,
We may reach for much beyond our means,
And as interest is piqued and grows,
We sell wisps of notions as our pipe dreams, 

Yet while news breaches concerned factions,
Of those who would off-hand discount our plan,
You may well consider these actions,
To be the final throes of a desperate man,

Watch me rush headlong at windmills,
Listen to my brave and salient battle cries, 
For with nothing I easily afford the shills,
This puffery of pipe dreams which may sink or rise,

Take account of what may be lost,
Incredible credible reputations,
So to me the onus is tossed,
And I afford pipe dream facilitations,

But as prospect becomes tangible,
And peppered pipe dreams begin to spin,
Overt liability then manageable,
The need for my Quixotic services thin,

The writing’s on the wall distinct and clear,
Yet I long for the impossible it seems,
Where I keep the company of the grand seer,
And remain the nexus of fantastic pipe dreams.

- Before I get too much bad press here I want you to know 
the term ‘Puffery’ means to build something up with flowery language.

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Silent times

Silent times

Sometimes, I really do not care
About anything at all
My mind goes kind of quiet then
My mode is kind of cool
And all I really want to do
Is sit here looking in
Forgetting all the world outside
Forgetting all the din

There’s a time to send ones energy
And circle it around
But then there comes a sacred time
When the harmony is found
Waiting there within the dark
To hold one cozily
A time to be in her soft clutch
And bask there happily.

Then when the muse has been recharged
It’s time to wander back
And let the words come pouring out
Cause just along the track
The wind, the flowers and dancing trees
Have replaced the mystery
So now the words they may flow free
With much more energy.

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The world spinning round 
A park bench 
The wind... 
The only sound 
Red and gold 
Tumbling leaves 

How a world can stop 
Turn by turn... 
Park bench 
Life burning by 
Sit through the day 
Passing play... 
Park bench 
It's the only way 

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An Ode to Struggle

All the days go by desperately,
Everyday is a day to be overcome,
I am struggling to get through them,
Just to live another day in agony.

I wish to come out victorious,
Of all the turmoil I have to bear,
Of all the pain that I go through,
Of the loneliness that grips my heart.

Each day passes by me unnoticed,
Each day has become my sworn enemy,
Each day I wish for things to change,
Everyday I pray for a miracle to happen.

I hope to get through this unharmed
Without a scar to remind me of this
This story I wish to end well or let me be
Without any expectations of what will be.

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Time to Add More Love

The world's just not the same
This empire in decline
Roses don't smell as sweet
Only grow half their size

And I say....

Baby, doesn't it make you feel sad inside?

And I say...

Baby, doesn't it make you want to cry?

Let's protect ourselves 
From the coming flood
Won't need no bullets
Just our shield of love

Let's protect ourselves
From the coming storm
Won't need no raincoats
While love keeps us warm

Time to put more wood
On the dying fire
Of hope

Time to add more love
Gonna raise this
Sinking boat

And I say....

Baby, doesn't it make you feel sad inside?

And I say....

Baby doesn't it make you want to cry?

You're all I need
To get through this 
Doom and gloom
Your love for me
And my love for you.

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Its A Christian Thing!

It’s a Christian Thing… 

When our freedoms are challenged, and our faith is denied, 
When life hangs in the balance, equality decried, 
Our solemn call to action, necessary and good, 
May be called into question, even misunderstood, 

Freedom from oppression, on which our country was built, 
Our forefathers lessons, a nation's pride now distilled, 
Building society, where freedom can ring, 
I say with great piety, its a Christian thing! 

We always acknowledge, those with different views, 
Afford them the privilege, and the freedom to choose, 
But we built this great land, in this peculiar way, 
To give freedom to man, and what he has to say. 

But let us not forget, the reasons for these freedoms, 
To each serve our Lord best, and unite in these seasons, 
For it is love of our neighbors, of which we now sing, 
Our response to our Savior, it’s a Christian thing! 

America the beautiful, of which I am proud, 
Patriotic and dutiful, we answer out loud, 
Don’t tread on us, or our God given rights,
Don’t give us causes, for which we will fight.

Now as a nation, we will turn the other cheek,
For we’re taught patience, and when to be meek,
But don’t doubt for a moment, our resolve or the power of our sting,
As we give you time to foment, it's simply a Christian thing.

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A Saga Awaits You

The crowd pushes as your soul pulls,
You along your path to obscurity,
Where the light is engulfed,
By the clouds of eternity...

Timidly you lag behind,
Lost in the eddies of time,
And slowly you trudge,
To the same old grind...

But for the one who sees,
Dreams in splendored color,
The seeker holds the keys,
As one searches for the other...

Sparks of desire flood your mind,
While the cold dark streets glow,
From burnt embers lost in time,
And mounds of dashed hopes below...

You thrash and flail in utter desperation,
And you need that which can not be known,
Unless one is seasoned by your imagination,
When the dream is passed and the hope is grown...
Then it comes to you in a flash,
Love must be shared to exist,
So to others your hope is passed,
And your light escapes the mist...

The seeker surveys the vast multitude,
To find the source of the light,
Where the gift of hope was shared and grew,
Piercing the thin veil of night...

And to these dreamers is dared,
A glimpse of wisdom anew,
For you who love and share,
A saga awaits you...

Prepare to finally see,
The source for finding purpose,
In all that you do and can be,
Lies in what you can do for us... 

For selfish deeds trap us, 
And kindness offers you much more,
Once you apply this to practice,
Blinding light will pour forth...

And as the secret is shared,
Love rekindles the awakenings,
Among all those lost and scared,
Wonder and awe the new day brings...

Remember the grandness of this tale,
The next time you find yourself lost,
For what you offer is the holy grail,
So much hope... for so little cost!

My Gull Wheels On!

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I cannot lie to myself anymore but be truthful.
I should accept what I truly feel & move forward.
Never settle for anything less than what I deserve.
I still have to let go soon, lest it destroys me further.
And gives me false hope for obscurity nonetheless.
I know I can live without but I do not want to.
I know I have to escape this feeling of insecurity.
I have to pick up the pieces and build afresh. 
Something better than what I have in front of me.

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They’re everywhere
These pretty little creatures
On the serpent road to Exmouth
They be some of the features
Along with Emus, Kangaroos
And handsome birds of prey
These little goats be bountiful
They’re all along the way.

They be domestic goats 
Who’ve gone back to the wilds
Where they have bred one million fold.
As one moves along the miles
These little goats be seen so much
In their many shades and hues
Don’t know where they got their water
It be tough country too.

The weather here be hot and dry
As the sun bakes everything
And mostly here no rain does fall
To drinking water bring.
And yet these goats look healthy as
Such nimble little beasts
You’d see some dead there in the road
As the crows do have their feast.

That be the price of progress
That poor beasts have to die
That be the curse of human beings
Sometimes it makes me cry
Yet still they be so plentiful
These handsome little guys
Another little part of nature
That make love in me rise.

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Gray sidewalk into a back alley 
Off some low, dead-end sign 
Walks a man, past 
a shadow of himself 

Who is he? Is he a brother? 
He is the least of these, the teacher said. 
He is friend to the cold and dark places… 
Do you know him? 

Listen to the stories… 

Over bridges, under streetlights; 
against the bitter wind 
These are the places they live… 
where we call ourselves “them” 

Listen to the stories… 

Where highways turn to gravel 
And lanes into sewers 
Forgotten, under glass, turned away 
By those who would not share 

It’s you, it’s me…we are they 
who sit alone in the cold 
Sleeping in the park, 
While a moment wanders by 

Listen to the stories… 

They are the beloved, 
orphans of us all, adopted by God 
They sing of wounded silence, 
longing just to know… 

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A Better Life...

A Better Life

I don't know why she hides,
I don't know why she shivers,
I don't know why she cries,
I don't know why she quivers,

Daddy's girl is all alone,
And I don't know how to help her,
Daddy's world is all but blown,
And I don't know what to tell her,

What happened to her confidence,
And her self assured way,
Which used to be so prominent,
In all she did or would say,

Who stole my little girl’s heart,
And drove her to such confusion,
She now slowly does her part,
As if all she has is illusion,

She knows I would kill any other man,
For doing such harm to my little girl,
But this is much more than I can stand,
As it has forever blown apart my world,

They took ‘steps’ to the next level,
And now they each look to me in despair,
I warned them each to be careful,
But the forbidden fruit they shared,

Now I look at one without trust,
Yet I still love my son so very much,
I still hold her distant as I must,
But she needs Daddy’s healing touch,

Why do I have to be the bad guy,
When my children need my help,
I pushed one out and I still cry,
While I can't help her help herself,

There is no way to win here,
And my tears won't stop falling,
I have lost them both I fear,
And my fears won't stop calling,

I don’t know what to do anymore,
Or how I can help either of them,
Both children my heart cries out for,
But the truth is neither can win, 

And for this my darling kids,
I am so sorry I can’t decide,
Which to disown or which to kiss,
When I am actually on both your sides,

So I pray that both her and him,
Of whom I am so very proud,
Do not give up and become victims,
Who wear this pain like a shroud,

I pray both of you hear my advice,
Get over this hardship and understand,
This lesson with its terrible price,
Is one where you do as best you can,

To forgive and move on from here,
Without Dad having to choose a side,
And to let go of all that you fear,
If you want to grow to have a better life.

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Academy of American Poets & Poetic Justice

For years I have wasted,
Precious time spent with you,
And it is time I faced it,
You are mean-hearted and cruel,

You ravage the inspired souls,
Who fall for your covert snares,
And while the many pay their tolls,
You parade your chosen’s fares,

You teach that poetry inspires,
And yes you’ve proven it true,
For you are all hideous liars,
Your judgments so very cruel,

Winners of your tainted contests,
Are always the same chosen few,
While other poets are held in jest,
And told they must pay their dues,

I mean have you actually read,
Some of the fodder you hold high,
Rambling words spewed noxious and dead,
Which waste the eager reader’s time.

Most have no rhyme or reason,
And lack of any story to tell,
For they fester like a lesion,
And erupt with a worthless spell,

And upon the oh so rare occasion,
A true poet shows you gifted grace,
Your editors mock without cessation,
That in poetry they have the final say.

So go about your selfish greedy missions,
Where you only admit those with your views,
To accomplish their life-long ambitions,
And be recognized for their great works too.

Yes this world is full of those full of themselves,
And you do nothing to help those who turn to you,
For the self righteous is reserved a special circle of hell,
One of hollow accolades from a mirror only of you,

You could change and empower those moved to poetry,
Those who have been hurt or dream of something better,
These poor spirits where their hopeful poetry can seed,
A life sewn with hope by simply connecting letters.

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My Gull Wheels On

As a child empowered by youth, 
All is wonder, 
All is truth, 

Faith projecting as a wake, 
A child of God, 
Runs free these days, 

Oh Lord, I have been so blessed, 
To know your love, 
Feel your caress, 

Now I watch as the children play, 
And loving tears swell, 
...Thank you for this day. 

To feel the warm sun, wind and sand, 
A glorious gift, 
A glorious plan, 

Watch the seagulls as they wheel and dive, 
Searching for scraps, 
Screeching in delight, 

Never do they question - nor do they ask, 
For more than they need, 
Or more than they have, 

And in this spirit so free and strong, 
I live, learn and love, 
As my gull wheels on!

My Gull Wheels On
aka Michael Wilson

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Listen to the buzzing, in your ears,
Listen to the humming, of your fears,
Listen to the baby, crying inside,
Listen to the pleading, in your lover's eyes.
Listen to the music, you have never played,
Listen to the sinner, who's never been saved.
Listen to the empty, silence of your mind,
Listen to the whispers, of man kind.
Listen to the never, heard nor seen,
Listen to the listener, who has never been.
Listen to the monkey, you know you really are,
Listen to the wise man, who's never been that far.
Listen to the dying, crying man,
Listen to the bottle, buried in the sand.
Listen to meaning, you never really meant,
Listen to the letter, you never really sent.
Listen to the lovers, who loved another one,
Listen to the brothers, torturing their mum.
Listen to the noisy, who never say a thing,
Listen to the silent, crying deep within.
Listen to the never, ever really said,
Listen to the dead man, laying in his bed.
Listen to the flying, dying man,
Listen to the solid, only made of sand,
Listen to the night time, they told you that was day,
Listen to the meaning, they stole an took away.
Listen to the singer, who never made a sound,
Listen to the thunder, in the lightning cloud.
Listen to the voices, you never hear within,
Listen to the last train's whistle, whistling.

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The Fault Was Your Own

The Fault Was Your Own

With these words,I wonder if I shall break your spirit.
With these stones and stick,I plan to break you.
With this bloody revenge,I will have you wholesomely.

As you slap away m hand let's say our fear is only great toward me yet your cowardice actions are full of jokes

You nothing more then an eye sore,To prideful to even realize that'll you'll fall break before the day is done.

Tick tock,Tick tock. Your clocks running thin,for if I a prideful beast breaks I'll be sure to bring you with me.

Ha,such a dirty creature do you think you can hold me using such unpleasant scene from a forgotten past?

Of course not these be not your past but you near future,Repeating everything over and over until it to much to handle.

Turn around and drink your poison. Even though your no more child you seem to carry a burden not you own,I will have no regrets ending you pitiful life.

How about I become you poison and let me end you futile life.
I will decided how I die and not let some stranger decided who I am.For that purpose I wield this sword.

What a foolish person,to wield a sword for the person you love is what it is and not for the sake of some unseen future.How can you possible care of a future when you stick yourself in a shell and refuse to leave a past that has forgotten you already.

When will you stop with your nonsense.I have no past therefore my future is chained up,perfectly awaiting me.Let me repeat your punishment so you know.

As this we recite the lines as one.

With these words,we will break out spirits.
With steels and spears,we shall break our body's.
With these bloody revenge,we have betrayed each other for the last time.

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For the love of you

If only I could make you see
that you mean so much more to me,
a priceless gift, wrapped in a smile,
the dream that makes my day worthwhile,
undoubted proof there is a God,
the joy that not all hope is gone.
To me you are that piece of mind,
that gives the world such sweet reply
that although love is sometimes lost,
its remnants left will never die-

How more could I express my love
for words are but the breath in me
what more can I, a man still do
except to give what's left of me . . .
for lips can flatter all too well
and sing the praise of many things
but you are in a different class
to you . . . . . I give my everything!

If ever I do fail to prove
my strong and constant love for you
then never have I lived a day
or ever took a breath anew.

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The old Man

The old man sat up in his bed alone
Tired and hurt by his pain
Not wanting to face the breaking day
Not wanting to do it again

He tried to push the memories away
And think of happy things
But he was tired of this Old World
And the ache that it brings

As he looked around his rumpled room
His life looked back at him
The elusive will to live was gone
And every thought was dim

For you see, he lived a dreamer’s life 
A life that always seemed
That everything he ever tried or did
Was caught up in his dreams

He was going to do all things right
His Life would be a breeze 
But when the final act was played
It brought him to his knees

The one he loved the most in life
The one he gave his heart
She Slowly pulled away from him
And left him in the dark

Alone and broken, ashamed and sad
He knew she wanted more 
He could see it in her eyes and thoughts
As she walked out the door

Maybe tomorrow he reasoned aloud
They will find me dead
All I have to do to make it true
Is put a bullet in my head

But I’m not going to do it that way
That crazy lousy *****
If I hadn’t married and thought it out
Today I would be rich

Hell, I’d be in partying in Vegas 
rollin and shooting the dice
with A girl on each of my arms
I wouldn’t even think twice

I will look and find me happiness 
I can find me another
Young, bouncy, kinda dumb
A lover undercover

Why the heck did I stay so long
She ought to be thankin me
Try getting that boob job now
And you called me crazy

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Hera and Hephaistos

.Hera and Hephaistos.

Zeus and hera, King and Queen
Over all the Gods that ruled
In a fit of passion, one fine day
Made child, yet life was cruel
Hephaistos was an ugly child
All twisted out of shape
He walked just like a drunken man
Fun of him they‘d make.

The Goddess Hera felt a shame
In having such a child
She looked at all his ugliness
Her mind going all wild
She threw him from the mountain top
Into the deep blue sea
Yet Thetis took him down with her
For nine years there was he.

A gifted one he did become
A craftsman of renown
Forging artefacts of beauty
For the sea nymphs there to own
His anger at his Mother Hera
Was understandable
So he did work out his revenge
His plan was very cool.

He made a golden throne of beauty
And sent it to the Goddess
Who loved it, so did sit upon it
Yet though she tried her best
She could not get up from that throne
As it gripped her tightly there
She looked for someone to release her
Couldn’t find one anywhere.

They sought Hephaistros everywhere
To free his Goddess mother
And when they caught him he refused
He looked at one, the other
And told them I want Aphrodite
To be my blessed bride
Then peace made with his Goddess mother
One day he took her side.

This day when Zeus was beating her
His mother Goddess Hera
Hephaistros at his own peril
He did stick up for her
Zeus, he seized him by the foot 
And flung him from the heavens
Yet soon the two made peace again
And then peace it did reign.

The moral of this story folk
Is to tell you with respect
That your children are not there
Your glory to reflect
A child must seek his own glory
Not try to live for you
So listen to this story folk
And hear it’s wisdom true.

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Coming out of the shadows

When I was a young man
I spent nigh on a year
In an ugly, war torn country
That drove me close to tears
They sent me home before my time
For my health was down a tad
And my nerves were shot to pieces
Like I was going mad.

They said I had the symptoms of
That post traumatic stress
And so they put me on a pension
Oh I was in a mess!
Anger, stress, anxiety
And paranoid as well
Oh, I was in the darkest place
An awful place to dwell.

I tried so many things, did I
To try to cure this thing
Gurus, shrinks, and self help books
But none of this did bring
The sanity that I did need
I just got worse and worse
As I drove all my love ones out
Oh, I was so damned terse.

Then one day I found this pair
Whilst searching through the net
They taught me how to look at me
How lucky can one get?
The looking made my life so sweet
I’m now completely sane
Each day’s so pure and wonderful
I’m through with all the pain.

15 July 2013 @ 1340hrs.

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Termite country

Termite Country

We’re heading north to Exmouth,
Carnarvon we’ve just passed.
We be driving up a serpent road,
As the country seems so vast.
It’s hot outside, but in this van,
The air cons on and all,
As all along the road we pass,
Little goats, so beautiful….

And everywhere, most endlessly,
There’s a billion termite mounds.
Like baked brown little mountains,
They’re everywhere around.
We stopped near one, I marveled,
That a tiny beast, and blind!
Could build these blessed monuments,
It nearly blew my mind.

I took me then some photographs
Of these engineering feats,
As I let the awe and wonder,
Into my dull mind seep.
In such a vast, still country,
In the silence of the way,
Those mounds stood out so powerful,
In the heat of a sunburned day.


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Her Face

Her Face was perfection, Still see it everywhere
The beauty in her eyes, Please forgive my stare
Though to confess my love, 
Oh no, I wouldn't dare...
So I'll just keep thinking of her, But it's just not fair

Her Face won't go away, So engrained in my mind
This girl was different, Unlike any other I'll ever find
Oh how the two of us, 
How our lives could've aligned...
So now, to everyone else, My heart is blind

But she'll never know,
Just what I would've done to be with her!
That I'd gladly travel through time and space
Just to appreciate her beauty,
And wake next to Her Face

Her Face comforts me, Holds me tight and dear
Takes me to another world, A new frontier
I'm dreaming where she loves me so much, 
That part is clear...
But as I awake, Just shed another tear

Her Face and her love, I won't ever forget
Lust for her will remain, Lips will get wet
I'll be reminded of her, 
At each days sunset...
And I'll remember everything, From the first day we met

But she'll never know,
Just what I would've done to be with her!
That I'd gladly travel through time and space
Just to appreciate her beauty,
And wake next to Her Face

Her Face is the sunshine, A universal light
With it's soul and it's passion, It was quite a sight
Oh how just to see her, 
Brought me such delight...
But here I am all alone now, Another late night

Her Face will surely lift someone up, With unconditional love
So what will come of me, Can I rise above?
Without Her Face, 
I'm unsure thereof...
Because see, out of my mind, to her, I'll never shove

And she'll never know,
Just what I would've done to be with her!
That I'd gladly travel through time and space
Just to appreciate her beauty,
And wake next to Her Face

Her Face, I see it every night, In my dreams
Where everything will all align, Oh how it seems
We're walking together... 
Hands together, Along the forests blue streams

Her Face ignited feelings, Things I've never before felt
Just got to play the hand, The cruel hand I was dealt
I will always have my writing, 
To continue to dwell...
On a lost love to whom one day, I would've knelt

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Those blessed wetland trails

Those blessed wetland trails.

The sun is shining lazily
The sky is azure blue
As green leaves dance with the morning breeze
The birds be singing too
They sing a serenade of bliss
And peace is all around
As all along these wetland trails
Blue lupins can be found.

The perfume heavy in the air
It speaks of wild geraniums
The young ferns looking soft and green
And all those tall wild gums
Give out a rather pungent scent
A smell I've learned to love
As parrots screech in blissfull joy
In those trees there high above.

The lake, she glimmers neath the sun
As the ducks give lazy quacks
My feet scrape on the sand and gravel
As I stroll along this track.
Trees all gnarled and and twisted
Form a tunnel just for me
Oh I could write forever
But for now, I'll leave it be.

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It is...within the tiny things of early morning, that moment breaths alive, it is within the tiny whisperings, that a melodye the very dear and the antelope, play home on the range.

so goes the melodye of heart beat, that plays quietly the songs of soul,

here a rhyme is born of day-light coming so soon, through the early morning eyes of the moon-light, and the starry dreams of twilight's transitioning...

into the light of a love letter written to dawn.

soul to soul conversing, as in this love letter, the letters just join hands with the words and just march across the sky...and at the end of the rainbow, there be plenty of golden time,

way down deep on the inside, the inspired choir, of a bumble bee, or a butterfly, starts to sing, like tiny things that live,

flower to flower,
blossom to bloom,

watered and deeply cared for...

O' Eden.

I say, deep beneath the surface of a wishing well...where the pennies lay,

I wish a sun-rise.

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Dawn is breaking

Dawn is breaking

Willie wagtail in my garden 
Sings a very special song
Telling me the sun is coming
Dawn will break soon, won’t be long
It’s dark outside with full moon shining
But soon the light will show its face
Green parrot makes his bell like music
How his song has so much grace

Kookaburra, he is laughing
Something funny has touched him
Could he be laughing at us human’s
With all our wars and crazy din?
Spring is just around the corner
And all of nature seems to know
As I sit here in the morning
My world it has a special glow.

Now the world has gone all silent
Waiting for the dawn to break
Soon the chorus is beginning
Singing just for loves own sake
All the birds will join the chorus
And my heart will start to sing
How I love these life soaked mornings
Such joy to me they always bring.

25 August 2013 @ 0631hrs.

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Zanaku, grey wolf.

He walks at night,
It sleeps by day,
Basking in the moonlight,
Or so they say,
With the form of a wolf,
And the soul of a man,
With a tale that can move,
And a mind that can plan,
With a coat of gray hair,
And eyes always crying,
People seem to care,
People are always lying,
He howls at the moon,
So desolate and sad,
Good times go too soon,
As did all that he had,
Living in the woods,
So far from redemption,
Plagued by dark thoughts,
Too many to mention,
The gray wolf walks alone,
Carrying his past,
All that he called his own,
Found it hard to last,
Staring at the clouds,
And standing in their rain,
Find no relief from his constant pain,
Such a doleful look,
Calls on the heart to bleed,
Life gave and then it took,
All that he came to need,
So he rises to go,
Lonely, though no one cares,
As if they didn't know,
Lone wolves don't come in pairs.

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life Just Isn't

Life isn about keeping score of right and wrong.
It’s not about how many people you call.
And its not about  who you’ev dated, are dating, or haven’t dated at all.
It isn’t about who you’ve kissed, who you’ve hasd sex with , which boy or girl likes 
you or who played you or  who you’ve played.
It isn’t about the color of your skin ,or the color of the skin you date.
It’s not about your shoes clothes, hair, money, or colleges that accept or 
unaccepted you are.
Life just isn’t about that !

But life is about who you love and who you hurt.
It’s about how you feel about yourself.
Its about trust, happiness, and compassion.
It’s about sticken up for ya friends, and replacing inner hate with love.
Life is about avoiding jealousy, overcoming ignorance, and building confidence.
Its about choosing to use your life to touch someoneelse’s in a way that could 
never have been achieved otherwise.

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On a cold and bleak November day in a lonely
Deserted place a child unborn in its sanctuary
Lies asleep like a bud soon to bloom
A sacred gift, priceless, unique 
For a world that is rapidly dying

On a cold and bleak November day 
A mother's scent will it ever know
No special bond with another soul
No joyful offering of 'thanks', nor smiles, 
Nor welcome kisses that warm the heart

On a cold and bleak November day, the sky 
Draped in blankets of gray, hung low 
Over the horizon marked by fresh-fallen snow
An innocent life is taken in some unholy place
As consciences lay bound and silenced

On a cold and bleak November day, 
Freewill, once more misused, hovered 
In the shadows abused and clothed in shame 
Bore witness to one of many horrors   
The deliberate murder of the Innocents

On a cold and bleak November day a  hush  falls over Heaven
The Son of God pleads mercy as He alone dares to speak
God looks upon His only Son, once again, His anger subsides 
A new day is ordained-another chance to choose
A priceless gift to save the world some cold bleak day

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Big beautiful eyes that capture my heart
Dark brown like her mothers
Can't tell them apart
She talks up a storm of baby word sounds
And we all repeat them, astonished and proud
Her birthday is coming it's gonna be swell
Her parents are acting like children as well
They argue and fight and put her through hell
They think it won't damage her
She's too young to tell
That mommy and daddy don't fit like a glove
And she'll grow up and pick out the same man
to love. They'll fight and they'll argue in
front of their child and they won't
understand how now they're reviled.   
It started way back before she was one; so please stop
the cycle and look what you've done.   You're
repeating mistakes that your parents have
made.   No turning the clock back the bed has
been made.   Another generation is sleeping in it.

Copyright ©2000  Karen  M Feist

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Deja Vu (Song)

I gave you  all of me,
Your wants became too much,
And all of my somethings
You saw as not enough,
But now you are wanting,
Everything you passed up,
Your lies are frustrating,
But still I can't pass up,

This pain, this place,
Is looking too familiar to me,
The same mistakes
Are coming back around,
Your games, your face,
Are secretly whispering to me,
I can't escape,
Because emotions tear me down,

Hold on, hold on,
Tell me what I'm running into,
Stay gone, stay gone,
Is what I want to do,
So long, so long,
Why can't I say these words to you,
When I know, I know,
This will be Deja Vu

As I am anticipating
Loving you and no one else
My entire body's shaking,
Because I promised myself,
That I would never be back here,
A toy sitting on  your shelf,
We always begin in last gear,
By later, there's nothing left...

This pain, this place,
Is looking too familiar to me,
The same mistakes
Are coming back around,
Your games, your face,
Are secretly whispering to me,
I can't escape,
Because emotions tear me down,

Hold on, hold on,
Tell me what I'm running into,
Stay gone, stay gone,
Is what I want to do,
So long, so long,
Why can't I say these words to you,
When I know, I know,
This will be Deja Vu

Why am I
Addicted to you,
Saying goodbye
never comes true,
This is what 
it always comes to,
You constantly on my mind!

Why must I 
stay thinking of you
Coming back
Thinking I love you
Losing control
when I touch you,
Wasting all of my time...

This pain, this place,
Is secretly whispering to me
Your games, your face,
Are looking too familiar to me,
The same mistakes
Emotions seem to tear me down,
I can't escape
It's coming back around,

Hold on, hold on,
is all I ever do for you,
Stay gone, stay gone,
I do and don't want you to do,
I love you, I hate you,
Everything I say is true,
I hate you, I love you...
This is our Deja vu....

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Election day

Election Day

Last week was our election
It’s been going on for weeks
From the space where I was standing
It all looked kind of bleak
The chance of labor leaders
Getting the ruling hand
There’d been some inside fighting
They weren’t looking too grand.

But when I thought about it
It didn’t really matter
All these fools, it seems to me
Are only noisy chatter
They promise this, they promise that
And then what do they do?
Nothing, absolutely naught
They say is ever true?

So anyway I was lucky
What by accident, I done
Was muck up on the valet sheet
I failed on every one
Of those boring little boxes
That were staring up at me
But I really did not want to vote
So it was meant to be.

11 September 2013@1720hrs.

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The man

In my mind there lives a man
who tries and tries the best he can
but in the end he's left alone
an added failure and nowhere's home

Another failure but at no cost
for this man is already lost
just another goal that will not be met
something this man will not forget

and in this man there lives a beast
and at times failed it shows it's teeth
and no one, not the man nor me
can tell you where this beast will be

and now the beast has come again
another failure has summoned him
this time though it won't be tamed
the man has lost, the beast will stay

in my mind there lives a beast
who doesn't try, not the least
and in the end he lives alone
in my mind, his new home.

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As the autumn of life drifts in
The lights of my eyes grow dim
With the joy of my years
Still beside me here
There is not much that I will fear

As the winter of my life arrives
My voice will be just a whisper
With the joy of my salvation
Waiting for me at the station
I will in quiet adoration kneel

In my mind spring will beckon me
The baggage  old and beat I'll leave
With the joy of my life just within sight
The constant yearning will cease
As perfect  joy will become complete

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Detoured Dreams

I always thought of heaven,
as a warm, New England Fall day. 
The leaves were shining brighter
than the street post lamps at midnight. 
I’m cruising along the highway. 

Passing scenic pastures, tiny plazas and singing-
perhaps we are all just standing
on the great shoulders
of the men and women who were before us?
Everything that was -is 
fortunately apart of today.  

And I write-
because it relieves my pain. 
I create
because it’s nice to remember how to love.
Am I therefore less worthy, 
if I one day choose to make money, 
off my lovely creations?

What if Hitler had become an artist? 
Legend has it at one time, 
that’s what he wanted out of life.

What if Hitler had become an artist? 
What if someone had embraced this passion, this skill?
He could have sipped wine, 
painted on blank canvases,
and basketed in reflection of the moon.

He could have
Made love, 
and wrote songs, 
and Praised God, 
for the fortune of being able to dream. 
He abandoned his love for creation,
His love of art, 
praised only the devil
and became crazed with hate,  
millions were slaughtered, 
millions had to pay the price.
How tragic can life be?  

But now, 
I’m Passing through scenic pastures, tiny plazas and singing-
perhaps we are all just standing
on the great shoulders
of the men and women who were before us? 
Everything that was -is 
unfortunately apart of today.  

we never know just how much
shutting down one little, tiny, persons dream
can effect so many other people’s dreams.
and the generations to come. 

What if Hitler had become an artist? 
 would it have spared us some?

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The end of the beginning

When you stop and think

When you feel all is lost

and couldn’t get much worse

Go back

To what you had

In the beginning

Of trees, Faeries and magic

The chapters

The verse


It is always with you

Some days harder to find

To unlock the secrets

Of love

Of imagination

From your mind


So much you have

and learnt

From the wise ways

To battles won

Of castles

Spires touching the sky

Forests of green

So much you have

So much you have seen


Take with you too

All of these things

These writings

Are merely, the reflection 

Of you


I leave you now

With chapters and verse

Of stars and destinies

That the paths you travel

You are never alone

For,  in your heart

You carry the Heartstone

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Two hearts one soul
A love meant to be 

Cherish the love
God has chosen
For thee

In all things be true
To the one
Who loves you

Forget not
Life is about compromise 
This is a word to the wise

For each day is fleeting 
Moments you never get back

But if you cherish each moment
There is nothing you will lack 

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Look at Yourself

  Look at the moon and see tomorrow staring from beyond the wonder of this earth.  Strive to see children whirl there unclothed
youthful forms to frame the meaning of their new lives
as open to the teaching of scholarly parents as to that of their teachers.
The cool breeze that blows through the early light is like the sunshine we feel 
as summer’s warmth awaking the grass and the flowers that grow.
Here our minds are open to the miracles or the uncertainties of the world around us.  Where the beauty of a single cloud floating across our sky is as marvelous to the eye
as anything we can ever imagine, just like the wisdom behind each word we speak.

 Look at the mountains born out of a million years of our existence
as ice forms in the glacial structure of the kingdom called earth!
Imagine how torrid was the land of the dinosaurs
there mammoth edifices thundering across the plains and to their own manifest destiny. Or the sight as they fly with their wings over the land they lived
and how they all died off in the horrible cold to leave a peaceful world.
 Unchained remains the structure of our earth
where fires burn on despite the blow of harsh winds…
despite the piercing roar from the crash of a louder thunder
or the lightning that feels ever closer as it gives mystery to the question, why!
Why do those words require no answer in a place where sympathy is found’
Where emotions remain in the miracle of life or the hopeless structure of death    
 And death is but an elusion
caught between the idea of life’s passage and the dreamt capacity of our lives. 
The thought of a life that never ends remains forever in the mind
Until sunbeams flicker in the approach of darkness
And sounds of night are held forever in the solitude that we fear
In the words of our final good-bye

For now our times do swiftly change
And we are kept forever silent in the unknown thunder within
Like a mirror that reflects the mystery of tomorrow…
In the moment we look at ourselves


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Thus the world was ruined, By the sin of a single man. A tiny twist in the story, Brought about a change in God’s plan. For out of the garden they were thrown With nothing but rags to cover themselves; But with wisdom so dangerous yet powerful That opened the gateway to hell.

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Never be silent
Share every word
Rejoice in the sounds
Of everything heard
Bless every vision
All things you see
For every image is precious
Lasting eternally
Rejoice in life's flavor
Whether sour or sweet
Variety in life
Makes things complete
Touch every surface
Explore carefully
The textures of life
That change constantly
Harness your emotions
While you sometimes release
Thoughts that bind you
To bring inner peace
Let the essence of today
Fill your mind's memory
With things that have passed
And some that will be
Moments are precious
While time marches on
No matter the destination 
Or road you are on
Enjoy every moment
In each breath you take
With the love you have shared
And the life you shall make 

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my womb, my heart
I feel you fluttering like a butterfly in
my womb, my heart
taking shape, form…in
my womb, my heart
you need/want to break free from
my womb, my heart
growing heavy and restless, you have outgrown…
my womb, my heart
I must eventually let go!
my womb has healed
my heart still bleeds
You’ll understand…once you know your womb, your heart…

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Write your dreams, advised 
Carolyn Kizer, but none the wiser, 
she did not imagine these nightly 
screenplays the mind designs 
with no director, no choreographer,
no paid performers. They come  
at will and leave at will in a stay 
of reality day cannot provide. I   
like it here.  No!, love it.  Stronger 
words are needed for these trips
along territory uncharted and 
without my say. Only the mind 
knows landscapes, cities, countries 
of stopped clocks where people 
you love, or do not love, reside.
By dream's decry, there's 
forever sunlight on this ride. 
The night's outside.  

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THE TALE OF A 21st century HERO

THE TALE OF A 21st century HERO

Daunting heroes,
As a boy
Were the dreams
He had enjoyed
Vowed that one day he would be
Bursting with integrity
Help the needy and the poor
Answer when they needed more
So he studied half his life
Joined the air force-- found a wife
Served his country , did it proud
Kept each promise that he’d vowed 

But he gradually felt the change
Seemed like life had rearranged
Now true heroes were ignored
 often pundits
Laughed and roared
Made the good men seem like fools
For regarding written rules

And the children lost respect
All adults were now suspect
Life was now a back of tricks
Or a game of pick up sticks

Then one day as he walked home
Heard a siren blare and drone
Saw the smoke and tiny face
Ran into the crumbling place
While a fire roared and blazed
He broke in, and came out dazed
------With the child safe in his arms
               Life suddenly recovered charm

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Life In A Vacuum

Life In A Vacuum!

Nobody seems to notice,
Nobody seems to care,
I live in a vacuum,
Where there isn’t any air…

And the heart in my chest,
Grows more and more like lead,
With my soul crushing down,
I’m left here with a frozen frown,

Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no…
It’s happening again,
Someone now says that,
They really like me and,
They’re my new best friend,

But no one seems to notice,
No one seems to care,
When there’s nothing more to give,
No one cares if I live,

Now with life almost gone,
I tried my best to prove this wrong,
The world’s full of people,
Who do not get along…

Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no…
We’re all out for ourselves,
We can’t see we’re the same,
Yet we don’t help one another,
but rather blow ourselves to hell,

Oh, No one seems to notice,
No one seems to care,
We all live in a vacuum,
Where there isn’t any air…

By My Gull Wheels On
a.k.a. Michael Wilson

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Here In This Place

If Jesus walked through those doors today
Would you have a kind word to say?
Would you need more proof?
Would you be loving one another
Or judging your brother
In what you think to be the truth?

Well, Jesus is here in this place
I can see Him in your face
You are a temple in His Kingdom
He lives in all who believe.

If Jesus came and sat down by you
Would you be thinking what else you had to do?
Would you give Him place?
Would you be embarrassed to praise His name
Cry Holy and thank Him He came?
Would you know His face?

'We don't want to miss our blessin'
Lord, help us learn this lesson.
Open up our eyes and let us see.
Help us 'love one another'
Don't let us judge our brother
Before we talk about another
Set us free...
'Cause Jesus lives in all who believe'

Well, Jesus came through those doors today
He waits to hear what you have to say
In that neighbor next to you.
Will you choose to do the Father's will
Or sit in your seat very still
Knowing Jesus sits so close to you?

Now, Jesus is here in this place
Can you see Him in my face?
I am a temple in His Kingdom
And He lives in all who believe...
Yes, We are the Temple in His Kingdom
He lives in all who believe...

Jesus came through those doors today...

~by deborah burch 4/10/2006©

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Last Words of the Mariner

Lying here in this life’s final berth,
No longer escaping to the sea.
If the greatest lie of all is not birth,
Death is life’s great treachery.

I think back to the times I spent
Sifting through the briny deep,
Deeply inhaling the saliferous scent,
Pleasure enough to make one weep.

The grave awaits me, I now admit,
As mortality is seeping through.
For if eternity is not a infinite pit,
I hope it ends in the quenching blue.

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The battle within

Sparks fly in the air
Lights glow in the dark
I am gripped by fear
As my worst nightmare attacks
It's shriek pierces my soul
It's roar tests my bravery
This battle has left my control
And no one is here to save me
The air gets colder
The light gives out
The darkness gets bolder
And I'm filled with doubt
I'm standing on a bridge, hewn  from stone
It lies between the world and my mind
Now as it approaches, I'm all alone
But this demon of mine must stay confined
It must never escape from inside me
For the world cannot withstand it
And even though I may no longer be
I will do all I can to hinder it
I summon the courage I used to lack
And stand there dumbfounded
It's eyes glow a fiery glow
It's wings are made of fire
It's sinister smirk scares me so
And I know it's one desire
Huge and menacing, it comes before me
I must now perform my appointed task
'Ancient and evil you may be,
But you shall not pass.'

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Working Man

Stiff joints, 
Tired to the bone, 
For mere coins, 
I work all alone, 

Rough hewn hands, 
Tarnished by labor, 
While times slipping sands, 
... Erode this old trader, 

Get a little ahead, 
Then quickly fall behind, 
What more can be said, 
Abound trudging this old grind, 

I give all I can, 
They take more away, 
Until left in my hand, 
Is less than yesterday, 

How can this be, 
How can I survive, 
When all I can see, 
Is barely staying alive, 

There's no promise for me, 
No hope of retiring, 
There's no future I see, 
Except one of perspiring, 

Where is the hope, 
When this road is endless, 
How can I cope, 
When I am left defenseless, 

No dreams can I see, 
No prayers answered today, 
But I work endlessly, 
To find a way one day, 

To find answers, 
Answers to my prayers, 
Where hope finally swears, 
To live up to my cares, 

And hope blooms, 
From the hopeless life, 
Which fills this room, 
Bringing me such strife, 

And should this prayer, 
Be answered by God, 
I know that I'll swear, 
To give him all I've got, 

But I know this is just, 
A passing dream of mine, 
And I will do what I must, 
To keep towing the line, 

And I know the Lord, 
Has others with greater needs, 
So he can not afford, 
The time to fool with me, 

An old salty soul, 
Who is truly lost and sad, 
But this is my role, 
And it really isn't all that bad...

by My Gull Wheels On
a.k.a. Michael Wilson

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over the years ive been accussed of some things i did not do
just because im capable of it doesnt mean that it is true
seems somehow i brought this on since i was a kid
but ive always stood up and took account of all the things i did
yea maybe that sounded like something that i would do 
but you know if it was me i would have stayed to see it thru
im not the type that would up and leave something half-done
i would have to stick around just to see the out-come

perhaps i have done some things that might have brought me shame 
but i would not just bail out and let someone else take the blame
now if i had made a mistake id be the first to admit 
but i refuse to wear those shoes if i know that they dont fit

 so before you set out to go accussing 
 me of this and that 
 make damn sure that you dont go confussing 
 the  fiction with the facts

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Chipped and Cracked

I did not want to be this way
I want to be like you
I want to fit in with the world
Begin my life anew.

I hid behind the golden rules
And left my heart to die;
I lived in darkness without love
And never asked for why.

I dared not gaze into her face
Or reach out for her hand;
I walked away instead, because
It’s not the way it’s planned.

Instead of love, I felt my tears
They burned upon my cheek;
The unseen tears behind the mask,
A smile that seemed so meek.

But then in her I found love’s joy
Released; my heart could feel,
My soul, at last could touch romance
And know that love is real.

That fragile smile so chipped and cracked
With nothing left to hide;
In that moment all shame has gone,
My tears replaced by pride.

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The sea still wears her dangerous face,
her width cut arrow straight at the horizon
ragged at the other end, lace to scissors.
The wind is her hound, crazed with
the departure of wind that pushed no rain.  
Colonies of gulls plot their exodus across
 the island to the river, or on pinnacles 
of the old fort, armed and ready for invaders
who do not come, only sea birds, 
seeking asylum from their free lives
as if freedom is too much to bear sometimes,
or else they draw with their terrible focus
a telegraphy of sharp cries, wings
dipping into the morning harvest of
seaweed and shells, the hooves of wild
horses, the bones of old sailers.

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i stopped by the river

I stopped by the river...

Gently flowing past,

Such cool water,

Slaked my thirst


I feel the waters pull on my hand

Secret chuckle flowing by

Water, so clear

You can see the river sand


I picked up some river sand

Let it slowly trickle through my hand

Am I grain of sand?

Tumbling in water,

So clear,

Throughout this verdant land


Where is my place?

Where am I meant to be?

Gently flowing past

Part of this river,

Becoming me


Sweet waters,

So clear

In its' depths

I am meant to be


I stopped by the river...

Or did the river stop me?

I may never know,

For in its' depths,

A grain of sand

Is what you see

What I show



Swathes of weeping willow

On the river...

Cast a shadow,

Soft green glow

In water

So clear


A grain of sand,

In the clear waters

Of the river

Becomes me

In this beautiful land

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THEWhaling SHIP CAPTAIN's LOVER ballad dedicated my gmother's life

THE SHIP CAPTAIN’S LOVER   (from my grandmother's life--her betrothed lost at sea on a whaling vessel in Norway 1890)

by Victoria Anderson-Throop

The winds blow free
And the winds blow cold
There never was a man so bold
As the man I loved who went to sea
The month he was to marry  me

Times were hard
And times were tough
Winds were cold
North seas were rough

But a whaling man will fight for breath
Dare the sea , defy their death
He ordered his crew
“come follow me
Who fears to sail
Is cowardly”

“No, don’t leave me--
Please --I called”
He slapped me then
He was appalled

I had shamed him with my fear
I should have handed him his gear
And wished him well upon his way
Gone on like any other day

A woman’s place is by the shore
Nothing less and nothing more
She never begs and never cries
Unless her own beloved dies

While I waited on the shore
Fear seeped out of every pore
Days went by
And then a week
Tears were shed by brave and meek

Life was bitter, life was sour
A bell was sounded from the tower
For each beloved man
Now lost--
What a bitter
Deadly cost.

And , for me,
My life's in tatters.
Men don’t know the thing that matters--
I wish I had my man so sweet
Not my world
Thrown at my feet.

Oh darlin’ babe now in my arms
Don’t fall victim to wild charms
When the sea calls in your head
Stay at home-- die in your bed

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Sally's Song (Homeless in Victoria)

Tin Pan Sally she was known
Picked in dumpsters - lived alone
Sally slept at "Harbour Court"
Left on Douglas, right on Forte

Cup of soup and chunk of bread
Ate in silence, by her bed
Stole a cart from hobo Pete
While he slumbered in his sleep

Pushed her cart at dawn to beat
Other folk who worked her street
Blossoms pink like fairies float
On the rag she called a coat

Rising sun from Dallas Road
Bathes the sea in burnished gold
Daffodils in yellow sigh
And nod at Sally passing by

Squeaky cart with wobbly wheel
Broken shoe with missing heel
Sally finds a park bench seat
Settles down to rest her feet

Watches joggers running by
Zig zag kites that kiss the sky
Sally drinks in sun and sea
Smiles at pigeons by her knee

Folds her arms and bows her chin
Dreams of those who once were kin
Gentle arms to hold her near
Children's voices call her dear

Sally's song has reached an end
Wakens, stretches, rounds the bend
Where to sleep  this evening late
Could be mission, park or grate

God who watches all day long
Will play a part in Sally's song
Find her shelter from the rain
Help her bear her endless pain

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La lumière des étoiles d'ambre-

For years I had desired to 
write a thing of beauty, 
yet beauty, as always, escaped me… 
for beauty as I found through 
experience and misery, 
is merely the plaything of the beautiful: 
the acrimonious agent 
of their delicate deceit,
“La lumière des étoiles d'ambre…”
unattainable to all, reluctantly fey, 
betrayed by our delusion 
and indefinable inertia,
“La lumière des étoiles d'ambre…”

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Small Town Big People

I look in the mirror and see the years gone
I can look beyond the glass out the window
To the yards of my childhood
I can smell the flowers and feel the grass ‘neath my feet. 
I can hear the music blasting on the radio
Mama callin’ me for supper.  

I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

The town is small and so are the events
You’re everyone’s business 
You can get a break and can’t get away
You don’t even have a say
You go to and from and people protest
And those same people will still put you to the test

I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

I made it to the big town K.C, 
Got myself a husband and a son and a place to live
Settled in and made a life, got a career
I swear I’ll never return to my best friend
Comfortable where I stand, 
Happy where I am 

I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

Well times are hard,
And people are ruthless in this cut throat time
Jobs are scarce and bills run high
You never know what you’ll hear at night
The people are small in this big town
Yeah people are small in this big town

I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

I guess the town is small
Just good ol’ boys and girls havin’ fun
Small place, small town, small world
People may talk and people may watch
But the biggest thing in that small town
Are the people after all. 

I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

-Heather Birdwell 9/22/2009

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et lyto

my innocence insulted

of what i'm i created

the lord yhawe open my ear

can i resist still?

i need my et lyto

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The Tale Of Mr Sagittarius And Lady Libra

Mr Sagittarius, Man of Fire, among the trees,
Sat down and fashioned arrows out of wood and flint with ease.
Then passing, Lady Libra, who despite her grace and airs,
Was captured by the flame in him, so hid, and watched him there.

His craftsmanship was beautiful, he carved with speed and skill,
She sensed his softer music even though he’d trained to kill.
Our Archer took an arrow, raised his bow and stilled his mind,
The arrow sailed, and punctured through the tree she hid behind.

So here he found our Lady, and was spellbound by her eyes,
As bright as constellations he did not yet recognise.
And she adored his centaur form, admired him head to tail,
And he, enthralled by elegance, quite adored her simple scales.

He loved her constant calmness and she loved his subtle pride,
A love that led to asking if she’d be his balanced bride.
Her answer was immediate, her ‘yes’ was not delayed,
She wanted him forever and her heart was duly weighed.

Orion wed them happily, the Great Bear bore the rings,
The Seven Sisters shone all night to zodiacal kings.
So Mr Sagittarius had his lady by his side,
But nature had dictated they were separate in the sky.

So loving Lady Libra made a necklace for the pain,
Her Archer’s gilded fingertip on a Cassiopeian chain.
She studded it with diamonds for the eight stars of his sign,
She wore it for her centaur so he knew that she was fine.

And even now, the story goes, they spend their days as one,
For stars are never needed when the sky is blessed with Sun.
Then when they have to be apart as pictures of the night,
He lies next to her patient heart, so she shines twice as bright.

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It Started With...

A kiss
So soft, so familiar.
Even after years,
I can't find any better.
One moment
Back, wrapped in your arms
And still, you're perfect.
My good luck charm.
I say,
"It's weird that you still hold me perfect."
Your reply,
"No one else ever fit."
But you left.
And I can, now, honestly say, "No regrets".
You've made your decisions and lived your life,
Just as I have done with mine.
So why is it now that you come back to me?
Right after I've found some kind of happy,
But still not the same happy you give,
But happy enough to live and let live,
To smile on a daily basis,
That's when you come and do this!
You pick everything up and turn it upside down,
Or maybe you flipped it downside to the sky,
And put the right side up.
Either way you put it, I'm stuck between him and you,
And you ask what I want, 
But honestly, I don't want to give either of you up.

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The Vision

The fire was out, the flame was gone
But one small shaft of sun yet shone
And that one shaft did make a hole
In that dark dungeon of my soul
I saw it as it broke that crust
And cast into the air was dust
Into that hole my hand did thrust
And deep inside that hole I found
The rarest treasure all around
A butterfly that spoke one sound
And "love" it said, then it was bound
Into the air and off it went
As if it were from heaven sent
The wind picked up, with newfound hope
My dungeon fell away to smoke
I found myself then in a meadow
And that was when I saw her shadow
Her silhouette was beautious fair
And blowing in the wind, her hair
Was moving with such perfect grace
It was then that I saw her face
It was the most enchanting thing
I'd ever seen. But then the ring
Did catch my eye. On her finger there,
A golden band with fiery flair.
But then and there she heaved a sigh
So fraught with woe, she began to cry
But my dark face must have caught her eye
For when she simply turned around
My heart began to leap and bound
And then I caught sight of her name
But NO! she couldn't be the same
As the other person that I knew
Of that same name, could it be true?
Her name was carved there in a tree
So that anyone who wished to see
Would simply look and know 'twas she.
Her hair was darker than before
But her beauty was all there. And sore
Was I to see her go with wind
That did begin to blow. So pinned
Against a wall behind me there
Forlorn with loss then I did dare
To scream into the wind with pain
Her one eternal lovely name

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One more, my friend, one more
  Tall tankard golden filled;
Till we both lust after mortal end,
  And by its vengeance killed.
There where dwells a ghost nigh
  Whom I once much owed:
One more, my friend, one more -
  Just one more for the road

One more, my friend, one more
  Reason to leave all behind;
To pass through the inferno walls
  And rest with peace of mind!
Let church bells ring for brides
  Or infants in holy baptism:
One more, my friend, one more
  Self-perpetuating schism

One more, my friend, one more
  Flirtation with ugly truth!
Fear not the power of possession
  Nor an everlasting reproof.
Behold the virgin and the whore -
  Alas, both have sins to bear!
One more, my friend, one more
  Fork in a road to nowhere

Drink up, my friend, drink up,
  Egress this place now:
Light the flame of moon and star
  Upon our shackles somehow.
And if I should go into the night
  To slump my eternal bed...
Drink up, old friend, drink up,
  And live long in my stead

December 1996

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Liar's Diary

You look me in the face
I look you in the eye
You cannot distinguish
Between truth or lie
I tell you that I love you
I can make you smile
I can make you happy
Even if it's for a little while
You trust me wholeheartedly
You always believe
Until you find a clue
And realize you've been deceived
You quickly confront me
I tell you I'm not lying
You see my tears
You see me crying
Your guilt consumes you
You apologize
You bid me to cease
My tears and cries
And just like the first time
You believe me, your friend
Only to be proven
Wrong yet again
Confrontation resumes
My words don't reach your ears
I've changed from your biggest dream
To your biggest fear
You lose communication
We don't talk for years
And after time passes
Everything becomes clear
Except you see me years later
I tell you I've changed
You smile because you're happy
I smile because I'm insane

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When a god dies

Up in the clouds the king sits with no one around. His eyes roam to a fro walking the earth day 
and night yet with all his might he does not fathom the joy and happiness of these ants in his 
sight. Their life is short just days in his sight, but still they dream, love, fight, and die. Searching 
for a reason he left his throne. He walked among them and saw them as man; they walked 
upright, used reason and logic as he did. He came to a village a little girl cried I am so hungry, 
my father has died. The great king fed this family of three, but still they knew not the god-king 
he be. When they had ate the girl gave him a hug, the mother cried and bid him good-bye with 
love. This love was a thing he had never felt before, now he understood why they carried out 
their wars. The passion and pride that burns inside: a reason to believe, to fight, and to die. The 
deity returned high to his throne, having felt wanted he now felt alone; immortality looms large, 
it is too much to bear he needed a reason to live for, a purpose to care. The vastness of forever 
ahead no one to love nothing to live for the god-king dies. From his death there is a lesson to 
learn from his life, it is not how long you live but what you live for. Until you have something 
worth dying for you’re not really living

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The Shadow of My Entity

I find your will to live unclear;
you move without your own consent;
though, to my motion you adhere:
with that, my friend, are you content?

You have no features to discern;
yet, for the denizens who try
to diagnose your form, you turn
invisible to all but I.

At times, not even I can tell
if you reside beneath my mass,
your stubborn dusk commixed with wells
of shade that every object casts.

But sure enough, you tightly clinch
my heel, the vertex of our pact;
like ink, you empty inch by inch
onto the ground, with bond intact.

Am I to fear the day we part?
What would I lose if it should come:
the mortal feelings in my heart,
my sense of equilibrium?

I find it rather hard to deem
the value of your cryptic guise;
however, it would surely seem
your umbrage doesn't harbor lies.

If it is temper that you yield,
then by all means display your shade:
my flesh shall be your house and shield,
my spirit, your substantial blade!

I will not live this life in vain,
the life that you refined for me.
My friend, will not you please remain
the shadow of my entity?

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HE and his ART

Many hearts, each a beat
HE and his Art
Sympathy struck my soul within the Watts Towers
One man, broken, lost
Gave other broken pieces of life another chance to shine
With beauty and grace
Close to his heart
Close to god

Before his hand came down
They were just figures fallen
Pieces hitting
Rock pavement bottom

These objects, that once served propose
Once had value
No longer desired

Used and abused
Broken souls
Left to corrode

Do you know what it feels like to be alone in fear
In shame with no hope
Can’t look in the mirror

Thought to no longer have purpose,
On this earth
To no longer have beauty
To no longer, have worth


Sees art on the ground
His Hand comes down
A man, once broken and scared
A suffering alcoholic with a second chance at life
His heart and soul he bares 

Perhaps it was sympathy,
He felt that day
When he started to create, a place of hope
The skills to cope 
For the pieces left to waste away

Each broken object, each piece of junk
He gave a gift of serenity
To shine and glimmer
To live beautifully,
In company 
Sublime and serene

Surrounded by like others,
Once pieces left behind 
Alone, you seek cover
Together, in time

Is strength, and beauty
A vision of unity
A collective propose
Of vision and purity

What new perspective, from the inside to out 
Changes on the faces of the people about 
Seeing the junk, as a ship not sunk

In the shape of hope
And inspiration, a dream
Where we can go and where we have been

Reflect on this now
Of those who never saw
What the man’s vision was
Love, real and raw
In those broken pieces

With his signature, his heart
Left in different formations
Bottle and plates
Many hearts, each a beat
HE and his Art

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The Invincible Tiger

The Invincible Tiger
  Unlimited Power
The Tiger watches over us
Ultimate Protection and Care.
Evil not to enter
Not even to Dare.
The Mighty Tiger
Ever Watching
Ever Knowing
...Her Family
Keeping the dynasty intact
So Strong their possession attract.
With Sovereign Grace.
Over Their Place.
The Mighty Tiger
The Mighty Tiger
Forever Shall Reign

Peter LeBuhn

Copyright ©2006 Peter B. Lebuhn 

Peter LeBuhn 

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Musings Of The soul

Why will you kill?
Why will you fall in love?
What makes money so powerful?
What is it between a beautiful woman and a guy?
Success, failure and experience
Ponder over these
Who wants to be lazy?
Who wants to be poor?
Why didn’t God just kill satan for us
What makes habits so powerful?
Who really wants to die?
Why do we cry when we mourn and fall in love?
If only we knew all things
If only there was no spirit and physical
Ponder over these but don’t loose sleep.

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Schnapper Rock

All that is passed is all that will ever be,
  And the dearth of years washed to the sea;
But haply here I stand in your stead
  Alone beside the Estuary of the Dead

Behold the gates and depths of hellfire,
  The winged sea wolves from post to pyre:
Angels and demons in my head contrite
  On the banks of Lucas Creek at first light

Naked mudflats her silent wake swell,
  And gravediggers heap clay in the quell:
Waitemata tides at the rivermouth gate
  Will bury the Big Muddy under its weight

I hear soft tones of old Tui's silvery trill
  Out of the pine forest's late autumn chill:
Ruminate at peace by the tranquil wave,
  Alas crouched upon your bone filled grave

Embalmed is the air with the May flower,
  And summoned late is the unforgotten hour:
Allow me my idle bluster, and in it abide,
  For verily it comes and goes with the tide

Sometimes I wonder at the fates of men,
  Alas, at the point of death upon this glen:
Is mine to sail afar the western seas,
  Or bear the twelve labours of Hercules

What mortal stars have this realm shone:
  Some burnt out, some taken - all are gone.
So shall it be on these upper harbours
  When I too am resting with my fathers

Schnapper Rock is a cemetery in Auckland, New Zealand.

May 1992

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The sun clothed the castle in gold
Before twilight
Magic to behold,
in the time before night
Such a colour to inspire...
A rose...
The colour of sunfire
The Faeries at twilight...
To make a rose, so beautiful
It would shine under starlight
Such a delicate bloom
Soft as a babys' cheek
Magicked by Faeries
A Summer Queens' perfume
A rose to seek
Emerald leaves glowed
Wrapped a rose
The colour of sunfire
In a walled garden,
that the Faeries showed
The Sunfire
Such wondrous light
A Faeries desire
Illuminated the garden
To Heartstones delight

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Texas Stars

Under the Texas stars,
far away from the cars...
I see them twinkling so bright.

I thought about You and I,
what we said that night...
as I held you tight.

You told Me, You'd be true,
I said I'd never leave You...
under those bright Texas stars.

We are in love,
I'm your man...
and you're my little dove.

I thought about You today,
while making hay...
and know we'll be O.K.

Think I'll see You tonight,
and hold You tight...
under these bright Texas stars.

So I pull on my boots and hat,
can't wait til we chat...
gettin' slick for my gal.

You look like an angel,
dancing the two step...
till the music fades under those Texas stars.
                                                                                  By Perri Voge  Texan Cowboy 2007

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Echoes of Emily

What hides behind a closet door--
while life has passed me by--
the truth of love I could not see
when all I said was why.

The closet door, so firmly closed--
and nothing left on show--
the will to leave this misery
if only I knew how.

I flung the door open at last--
at last, I set me free--
the truth revealed within my heart
it’s okay, to be me.

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I paused For A second

        I Paused for a second

I paused for a second,to see what this means to me.
I open my eyes,yet they don't see.
The clock on the wall,time just marches on.
Paused for a second,then everything's gone.
I paused for a second, to consider my fate,
Finding your place as you step to the plate.
Hope that a second isn't to late,
Looking for something, to wipe clean the slate.
I paused for a second, to see where I am?
There's so much in life, I just don't understand.
A face is revealed, that was once behind a mask,
Destiny intertwines, with things from the past.
The sun is still shining, yet in comes the rain,
Sorrow is redeemed in the shadows of pain.
Though things have become, they still fade away.
Yesterday and tomorrow, blend in to form today.
I paused for a second, I was looking for home.
I stand at the doorway, but I 'm there alone.
The gateway to hell, is scattered with bones
Skeletons and demons, that live in the night,
They flourish on darkness, live with fright.
I paused for a second then there was light,
I start to understand, this transition from night.
Colors return, to a once darkened soul,
What the future has in store, well nobody knows.
I paused for a second the seeds start to grow.
I paused for a second, then the vision was there,
Wrapped inside kindness, though nobody cared.
I see from the hill to the valley below,
The vision starts to grow, as the seeds are sown.
I paused for a second, then black turns to white,
It seems there's something but it's nowhere in sight.
Maybe it's somewhere up around the bend,
I start to feel peace, as my heart starts to mend.
I paused for a second, then I' am somewhere in between.
Somewhere in between reality and a dream.
I imagine a life that is better than this,
I thirst for a world, but it's all hit or miss.
I look at the battlefield, the silence within,
It looks like the end, yet start to begin..

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Luciferia I-- Cease To Exist

I sense something in her eyes that feels like tragedy She closed her heart but its dark pulse Wilts and stetchs against the wanes How many days will the passion bleed Till it subsides into the new pain We are the ones who will face the blame ''Don't you see what's infront of me, I have to face it all I know there's something wrong help is what I want but it's not what I find You're all filled with troubling lies and incoherent minds Cant you see you're strangling me with every last word There's something you don't know Lying in my heart is why you want to throw the stone'' Her raven eyes fill the silence Luciferia we cease to exist it's burning away-- all others' reliance Luciferia we cease to exist my darkly darling don't fade away Luciferia we cease to exist beware we've became their prey Luciferia we cease to exist

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We Know Enough

I don't know much of Heaven
And I don't know much of Hell.
I don't know what I cannot see
Or hear or feel or smell.

I don't know foreign words-
My ear is far too rough-
But I know a very little
And it seems to be enough.

I know the taste of Summer,
I know the chill of Fall.
I may not know the names of stars,
But I know I love them all.

I know behind each Winter
There lies in slumber Spring.
I know how to kind of dance
And I know how to sing.

I know we live to smile,
I know we're born to die.
I know that there is sadness
Even if I don’t know why.

I know behind the darkest clouds
The sky is still so blue.
And even though we’ve never met,
I daresay I know you.

You once had a mother
Who loved you from the start.
And even if she’s gone now,
You carry her in your heart.

I know you’ve been in love
And I know it made you cry.
If anyone asks you if it hurt,
I know you want to lie.

I know you laughed at nothing
When you were very young.
I know you’ve said things you regret,
I know you bit your tongue.

I know that you’ve felt pain,
More than you ever should. 
But the greatest thing about you
Is that you still try to be good.

I may never meet you, friend,
But that has to be okay.
Because you and I still know each other 
In one important way.

Our ears can be so sensitive,
Our tongues can be so rough.
But even if we don’t know much,
We know we know enough.

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Ghost of Grendel

You remember the story of Beowulf?
The warrior who came across the sea
Just to kill a deformed demon named Grendel
When this story was told to me

I realized there is still evil in this world
Other than Grendel and his mother
Some people are monsters
And will kill one another

Just so they can get their thrill
And when they're finished murdering this victim
They will look for more people to kill
It's all a matter of the demon

That was in that story
For he does not live in the real world, but in the soul
Of some of the people in this world
He causes them to lose control

When the Anglo-Saxon Bards sung this song
They were not singing it right
They were only getting it all wrong
Grendel will live on forever as a ghost

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The night descends the day doest fall
the sun must also sleep.
Each precious gift the Master gives
must have a darker keep.

The rain falls down and floods the shore
and many righteous drown.
The grain grows tall to feed mankind
but still the children frown.

The lovers twine the holy rise
yet sinners strive and win.
Each precious gift the Master gives
Must hide a darker sin.

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Soft dawn light... 
Broke in the east 
Pink and red, 
in late December 
Christmas came on a frosty day... 
What I can remember..... 

This time, so long ago 
So many years passed by 
Yet, I remember 
The cold winter in that December 
The geese long since gone south 
Honking cry, 
in an Autumn sky 

I was a merest wisp of a boy 
All I ever wanted.... 
was that toy.... 
I was seven... 
You know... 
On that frosty Christmas day 
Back then.... 

Cold winters, come and go 
I am old ,you know... 
Yet, I remember that Christmas 
On a frosty day, 
back then.... 
In deep snow... 
I was seven.... 

Most of the family have passed on, 
gone to heaven 
I remember how the candles shone, 
long ago 
I am old , you know.... 
I was seven.. 

We were poor, you know 
back then... 
Long ago 
I was seven... 
A mere wisp of a boy 

I am old now, 
but I still remember 
My favourite Christmas... 
My favourite toy.... 
I was seven 

Christmas came on a frosty day.... 
Like so many since then 
I still have that toy... 
By my bed 
I am eighty seven, 
you know... 
and still a boy..... 

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Double Vision

I see another without a mirror...

Both the same that is clear...

How can it be ???

Curly locks and same eyes I see...

Tall yet both matched in size...

Is it real or lies ???

The time on earth the same...

Identity stops there, is it a game ???

Genes split away...

Twins today !
                                         For My Twin  by Perri R. Voge

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Ballad for Pope Puiu(1)

 If in your veins ,you still hear the horses` silver hoofs,
And the copper moon escapes its smile on the roofs ,
Don't let them go alone as Pope Puiu did before to die :
He watched the empty wall and said his dream was just a lie. 
His sleepy devil darling,
And lots of angels sing…
The song of  Falstaff-Pope Puiu , my dear old mate:
Half is lowing as a mule: grave, grim and obstinate; 
He crushes the dark with white hoofs ,                       
He asks Coco , his brother to stand aloof,
While the fire was consuming their old roof…
The rest is mixture of lullaby and gospel …
The ember of desert slowly trying to spell:
JOB lives in me:
Lonely like a tree…
Coco wore white chilblains after long sleeping on snow.
Puiu wore heartburns ,and other inner wounds that grow…
They knew the ice and rude Siberian wind that froze
The parents` soul, the smiling sun, the rare rose
Of our old recollections with crossed golden swords…
But now, the grass knows a new play upon words:
There my thoughts were turned into stone.
I drink, friend, because I forget things; I feel alone
Like a syllogism burned by the life's light;
Like a hoof of mule crushing the night.
Under the rusty leafage and grass` oppression deep,
The unseen roots, much loneliness and secrets keep.

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Did You Ever?

          Did You Ever.............?

Did you ever stop to think,then the signals change?
Something in your heart,you're feeling kind of strange.
You run like the wind,to escape from the cage.
History just stops,as you go to turn the page.
Life becomes transparent,as it takes center stage.
Emotions start to change,consumed with all this rage.
Did you ever stop to think,then you can't go back?
Everything just vanishes,then you don't know where it's at.
You think you can survive,but life just rushes on.
Hope there still is time,before everything is gone.
Did you ever stop to think,that change can come to you?
The change becomes perspective,yet wonder what to do?
The world just keeps on spinning,you'd better get on track.
But you've traveled way too far,there is no turning back.
The sorrow just returns,like a sneak attack...........
Your heart becomes heavy,as your feet drag across the floor,
Yet you awaken the next morning,coming back for more.
Did you ever stop to think,what lies beyond the clouds?
Dream states just envelope,hope that is allowed?
There's a face behind the mask,as you're uncertain what you see.
I feel things drift away,it gets harder to be me.......
Did you ever stop to think,what you care about?
Everything important,lies in the shadows of doubt.
The light comes shining in,to start another day.
The things you saw before,you see in a different way.
Did you ever stop to think,then you're mind goes on the blink?
Standing at the edge,the answers on the brink.
The water's getting deeper,as you begin to sink.
But life presents itself,so you take a little drink.
Did you ever stop to think,but then you lost your way?
Intentions that you've sent,don't match the things you say?
You try to look around,but your eyes remain closed.
The answers just illude you,form the qustion that are exposed.
You wander in the dark,but the light is up ahead.
The signals start to change,they go from green to red.
Reaching out to grasp,but it's just beyond my reach.
Much like the waves,that crash upon the beach........

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To be or not ot be

To be or not to be…..
The only person I can ever be is me.
I don’t want to act like other just to get in the crowd
I love to stand out and I’m proud.

Others pick and talk about me , 
Cause I don’t act like they do.
I rather act quiet, shy and cool then to 
Act like a fool.

Some people love to look at me
And ohers sit back and hate.
But me, uhh, I never hate.
I sit back look, and appreciate.

Then I get up, walk, and congradulate!

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I viewed from afar 
the things I saw 
That lay in my heart 
Burning star 

The fire flickers 
Burning star 
Burning heart 

I was there, 
in the cold of space 
My heart 
Laid bare 

The fire flickers... 
The dying embers of my heart 
Burning star 

Such things, 
viewed from afar 
Such detachment, 
burning star 

The fire flickers 
Burning heart 
Burning star 

I reached out to a star 
Say what you mean 
The heart quickens 
The fire flickers, 
from afar 

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Grains of Sand

              Grains of Sand..........

Grains of sand,pass through the hourglass,
The present gives way,becoming the past.
Time to get up,make myself heard,
If there's no one to listen,what good are the words?
Trains clatter by,on their way to tomorrow,
Try to buy back,what I used to borrow.......
All of a sudden,it goes off the tracks,
I can't stand the sight,so I just won't look back.
Planes grab their wings,they take to the sky,
They seem to fly,Why can't I?
I just need someone to take me from here,
To hold me in their arms,when the end looks near.
But my heart is still broken,as I shed a tear,
It seems like a ghost,grabbed the wheel to steer?
The grains of sand,continue to fall,
I just turned away,then dropped the ball.
I think of shifting sands,blowing in the sun,
They'll bury you alive,it's time to run.
The changes reveal,what's left of truth,
So much is lost,the innocence of youth.
I see the lines grow bolder,appear on my face,
The journey's of life,are the roads that they trace.
Sometimes so happy,while others quite sad,
Sometimes at peace while others just mad.
I think of myself as I start to grow old,
I don't always believe,all that I'm told........
I just found my place, now it's been sold,
Maybe there's another,just up the road?
The journey's been long,memories are grand,
Sometimes it feels,like I stand in quicksand.......
I don't think I'll ever,be able to escape,
And if I do,will it be too late??????????
The time is at hand,I just can't wait,
Just like a fish,that has taken the bait..........

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GrandPa V.

A man's man, He'd been in the war,
saw many places not seen before.

Liked to work with His hands,
smoked a pipe and came from France.

Raced His horse on Sunday,
and used it to plow on Monday.

Liked to wear suits and hats,
but didn't like the neighbors cats.

He had built the first bus,
so school wouldn't be missed.

Made Me a toy barn when I was 3,
came to all My birthdays, just for Me !

Taught Me to work very hard,
didn't like people who turned to lard.

Stuck up for Me when I was a kid,
cared a lot when nobody did !

Had worked for the railroad,
up in Ashland where it's very cold.

Showed Me how to work with wood
and told Me how to dance with girls good.

Kept his car shiny and bright,
at 20 years old, it was a beautiful site.

He showed Me respect...
and told my studies not to neglect.

Loved Grace his wife,
and was with Her for life.

Helped to make Me a man,
and to be all that I can !

                                           By Perri R. Voge  for My GrandPa Voge, I miss him.

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In Between

Well I'm not shy but I've never been bold
I'll be in between till the day I'm old

Couldn't be richer but I don't have money
I'm footloose and just like a bee in honey

Hey say what will you do
Don't want to sleep when the day is through

I'm just what I am and I'm not what I seem
All my life I'm in between

Never got lost but I've not been found
Sang alot of songs and never made a sound

Always been lonely and I've always been loved
Stood my ground but I still got shoved

Hey say what will you do
Don't want to sleep when the day is through

I'm just what I am and I'm not what I seem
All my life I'm in between

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' Warriors ... The Battle Cry Song ... '

There Are Sounds of Ancient Thunders
There Are Sounds of Ancient Drummers
        Calling … Brave Warriors
         Gladiators and Warriors

And They’re Marching To The Cadence of Their Hearts’ Pounding
Marching, To The Cadence of The World’s Rage Resounding
They’re Going By The Beat of Their Heart’s Pumping
By The Steady Flow of Blood and Bloodlust, Tells Me Somethin’

               … Warriors …
         Courageous Warriors …


But, We’ve Seen These Men, Playing With Their Children
We’ve Seen These Sons and Their Laughter, I’m Hearing
We’ve Seen These Men, Loving Their Babies
And Tenderly Holding and Kissing Their Ladies

               … Warriors …
         Courageous Warriors …

2nd Chorus:

Oh Lord, Please Stop These Warriors’ Battle Cry
And The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Mothers and Wives
The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Little Ones’ Eyes
The Battle Cry, Coming From Warriors … When They Die

               … Warriors …
         Courageous Warriors …

Sticks and Stones, Swords, Arrows and Bombs
Lances, Knives, Hand to Hand Combat, Napalm
God Almighty, Oh, Thy Kingdom Come
Please Rescue Us, From The Kingdom of The Gun …

And Prophecy Is Marching – Listen, All Who Arms Bear
Warriors, Must Beat War Weapons Into Plowshares            ( Isa. 2: 4 )
And When War, Is No More, Then We Will Hear
All Warriors’ Battle Cry, Will Be An Amen Cheer !

              … Gentle Warriors …
            Peace-Loving, Warriors …

2nd Chorus:

Oh Lord, Please Stop These Warriors’ Battle Cry
And The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Mothers and Wives
The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Little Ones’ Eyes
The Battle Cry, Coming From A Warrior’s … Last ‘ Why ? ’

                … Warriors …
           Courageous Warriors …

How Can Flesh and Blood, Mortal-Men, Be So Fearless, I Wonder
Are They Strengthened By Duty, Love and Honor
Facing Danger, Death and Being Torn Asunder
Sacrificing All, As A Fallen Soldier …

                 … Warrior …
           Courageous Warrior …

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i met lucifer walking back
to my head this morning,
he was shaking the hand
of the sun in the morning,
his hands red-stained
of child's blood.

i asked him "why?"
"because i shouldn't have"
i asked him "why?"
"because they wanted me not to"
i asked him "why?" 
"because they have no life"
i asked him "why?"
"because their life is my life"
i asked him "why?"
"because the rules of the weak
are food for the strong, 
because it covers them"
i asked him "why?"
"because those dead are closer 
to life than those living"
i asked him,
his hands
wet with red,
"because all that's good 
wants to keep you static"
i asked him "why evil?"
"because change is necessary,
revolution, digestion, destruction"
i asked him "give me life"
he said, his hands dripping red,
"it is taken."

the hole in my belly
that my soul had filled
is as wet with red
as i watch the sun rise
on the death of my death.

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A beautiful sun...
A painting made for me
If colours were words...
They would soar like birds
In a sky made for me
The heart knows
The colours I see
For, I feel them
In a painting made for me
A sunset
The colour of honey
Washed away
Tumbling clouds
In a painting made for me
In a sky made for me
I saw
What I felt
In a heart made for me
A beautiful dying sun
A painting for me
Tumbling clouds
Soaring birds
On a silver sea

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Another Year Old

 Another year old..........

I feel much like a ghost today,
Invisible,except,for the things that I say.
Sometimes transparent,then fade away,
Like a wander spirit,just lost my way.
Today it felt like,time has just stopped,
Slipping down slowly,lost my grasp at the top.
Seconds become hours,then the day is gone,
Different words,to a familiar song............
Haunting shadows,from lifeless trees,
Snow blankets the ground,as it covers the leaves.
The daylight grows shorter,then it is dark,
Though the memories live on,inside of my heart.
The cold wind creeps up,sends a shiver up my spine,
I'm left here wondering,as the clock unwinds.......
Everything is gone,it left with the time,
No words are spoken,much like a mime.
Just when I thought,I couldn't take no more,
The wind blew sharply,closed the door.
Looking for shelter,a place to hide,
As I peer through the glass,it's warmer inside.
Winter sets in,and it starts to get cold,
Not all that wiser,yet another year old..........

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Relief please!

When people ask me of my religion, I say I am atheist in a demand of tolerance
And in the case of much too many, they never fail to show me their intolerance.
They've been programmed; dogmatic ideas now dominate their existence.
But even through the immense negativity, I continue to channel persistence.
I feel the need to provoke thought, to encourage those programmed to ask questions.
But I am prone to grim defeat from the programmers.

Help me, help me!
I cannot conform to these beliefs that leave all in fearful devotion.
There is no free will; the consequences are to burn.
I don't want to fight, I want to liberate and show how much knowledge there is to learn.
But I am prone to grim defeat from the programmers.

I just want to live in a world of peace.
Relieved of ancient, negative teachings; a perfect release.
Someday I will, I do believe.  I'm waiting for the white light.
But I must fulfill my destiny, experience, and fight with all my might.
Mother God, Father God, watch me!
And don't let me be prone to grim defeat from the programmers.

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Leathers ladies and insanity

that's all that old fool needs

ride to hell and damn the smell

living by his own creed

Your brothers belly's are full of beer

their hearts are full of pride and power

flirting with death and crystal meth

and toking on that wild wood flower

but he ain't no different bro's

He justa whole lot further down the line

Just thought I'd call to let you know

He'll be coming in late tonight

Pool balls are crackin

and the beer is guzzled down

a couple more lines of whatever that was

and he just gonna hang around

Don't know where he's going now

and frankly he don't care

some other dimly lit smoky bar

probably waitin for him there

but he ain't no different bro's

He justa whole lot further down the line

He said to call to let you know

He'd be comin in late tonight

A diesel rig kinda hard on the chrome

so ya lay that mother down

justa couple miles from home

but you're gone before ya hit the ground

Don't where you're goin now

but you can bet your bottom buck

all us earth bound bro's down here

We'll hoist a few and wish ya luck

 but you ain't no different now

you're just a whole lot further down the line

I guess I'll call to let em know

You won't make it in tonight,

so tell the operator, reverse the charges

cause the call's on us tonight,

I gotta call to let em know

You won't make it in this time.

So leathers ladies and insanity

is all that old fool needs

ride to hell and damn the smell 

he gonna live by his own creed

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The Love I have For Thee

My heart is heavy for the hour
I asked the darkness to lend me loves enduring power
From dawn to dusk I think of thee
Should I pray to he who sits upon that heavenly thrown to set my spirit free

I beg thee
As I sit upon this dusty smoke stained asphalt, to let my heart be
Showering the dark for fear of what the angels may perceive.

Hear me now!
I am not queen of virtues thieves.
What I know is the sorrow love leaves

Touch my lips before you go
So profound that I should beg your puritan soul

He who view the works of evil proudly stands before my world with arms open to 
"This is the love of loves, that undying love, that is surely more than any other love 
could be.
This is the love that you have for me, and I for thee."

When the purple shadow creeps upon our parting, will this love that is the 
greatest love of loves still remain to be
Or will the angels cast it in to the voraciousness of the raging sea
Still the moon will capture its sweetness inside of me
Holding my heart with bitter sweet anxiety
Forever its hue remaining as a glowing presence inside of me

Having more than life can offer to the softness or our love we will surely see
"It is the love of loves that grows inside of me
Then the stillness of this love of loves will tear the sureness of what dreams left 
of this love we are straining to be

What is this love we can not let go of for fear of staining our souls with the 
aftermath of its agony
This is the love I have for thee..

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Waiting For Inspiration-.

I sit starring at the screen waiting…
I wait for something to come into me
Something to fill my thoughts and stop my heart.
A thought that shall not to be ignored, 
For it changes my life,
Dreams answered, before realization
I sit unaware of my thoughts,
Lost in my mind I try to grasp concepts
Words change meaning as I slowly put them together.
Thoughts may change,  but they are mine,
For they are within me all the time!
Fighting for thought, I find inspiration 
It fills my heart as dreams rush through me…
Vodka filled dreams all the same,
But still they are still mine!

By: John Cornell

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Mortal Metronome

Be-beating in my bosom like
a time bomb waiting to explode
with crimson coated copper-veins
and no deactivation code.

Fl-fleeting from my carnal coat,
the life I was bestowed at birth;
with every passing second it
diminishes in earthly worth.

Sl-sleeping unaware of this,
the fact that every breath I take
is gravitating me towards
a most inevitable fate.

Dr-dreaming of a future where
my mind's desires blossom true,
unsure if I will have the strength 
to carve that path and see it through.

Wa-waking from a hardy sleep,
I leap from bed into the hall:
eight hours I had slept that night,
eight hours toward my casket-call.

Sh-shining happily outside,
the sun grants me another day
to walk amongst the still-alive,
at least until I pass away.

Tu-turning are the hands of time,
a minute grows into an hour;
each passing day I wither like
the petals of a dying flower.

Ti-ticking all my life away,
a subtle process we all share;
although, I find it comforting
that such a fate is strictly fair.

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' ... For The Old Men ... ' (or It Ain't Over Yet)

He Thought, ‘Cause He Was Old
And the Other Guy, was Just ‘Sprung’
That He didn’t have a Chance To Hold
His Own, Against The ‘Young-Un’ …

And In Spite of His Many Years
… Worn-Well, Like Battle-Scars
The Boy, Wet, Behind The Ears
Challenged Him For Love, Thru War …

… The Rival, Dressed In Handsome-Glory
And showed His Young-Man’s Strength
And Polished Up, His Manners, Solely …
To Flatter, The Lady at Length …

So … The Old Man … Stopped His Visits
To The Woman of His Dreams
His Last Chance … and He’d Missed It …
Due To Failing Eyesight and Self-Esteem

But, the Object of Their Desire
A Woman, Fully-Grown
One of Beauty and Hidden Fire
Already Chose, What Her Heart – Known

So, She Went to See The Old Man
Her Senior, by Twenty-Years
And She Took Him, By the Hands
And This:  Is What He Hears:

“ … Hon, I’m Just Like Fine-Wine
Aged and Mellow, Taste Real Good
I Flow in a Smooth-Line
… and I Thought You Understood …

I Already Been In The Barrel
I Already Reached My Peak
My Vintage, Ain’t Just Alcohol
You Know, I’m Warm and Sweet

… and I Need A Man To Hold Me
Like A Decanter, Strong and Bright
… Crystal-Clear, Around Me
And Sparkling-Eyes, in the Light

I Need Him, Cut-To-Perfection
With Many Facets, At Each Turn
And Fluted with Affection
So, When He Pours … He Still Yearns

Now, An Old Decanter, Like This
Takes Time, and Design To Make
It Doesn’t Spill A Kiss
Or Fall-Down, Shatter and Break …

Its Been Tested, for Its Value
Adds Worth, to Any Room
I Give It, Its Due …
It’s a Genuine Heirloom !

Now, These Words, Go-Down Pretty
You May Think, ‘Don’t Mean A Thing’
But, I Need A Dose of Maturity
More Jump, Than Grape-Juice Brings …”

 - - - - - -

The Woman, Said Her Sincere Words
Then She Kissed His Weathered Cheek
And Wondered If He’d Heard
When He Still, Didn’t Speak …

… Then He Gently Grabbed Her Close
As It Finally, Soaked In …
… ‘It’s Me, She Chose ! …’
… The Old-Man, Gave A Boyish-Grin !

And He Held Her, Like A Decanter
Holds The Finest, Best Wine
… Caressed and Prized and Hugged Her
And Softly Whispered … “Mine !”

As She Swirled Perfumed Nectar
And Shy Drops Upon His Lips
An Intoxicating Sampler …
… The Old Man, Took A Sip …

Next Time, When He Saw His Rival
He Knew, He’d  Have Some Fun
As He Waited For His Arrival …
To Tell Him, ‘You’re Not Cut-Out For This One, Son …

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This is what I remember
When I think of you
It's as if I'm flying
Limitless unbound

Lifted spirits
Dilated eyes
Quintessential love

I envision those flowers
So perfectly placed in your hair
As we dance the night away

Forgetting all that is wicked
Relief beyond belief
Memories of evenings shared
Staring at the stars
Enthralled by precious moon lit skies
Those next mornings
And the way your eyes
Appear the second you awaken
Soft smiles between us both
As your genuine heart
Radiates oh so immensely

Completely sharing
These special moments
Committed to sharing equal roles
Getting a chance to explore
And discover
What you really want in life

That was my chance
But I blew it

Should have seized
And fully absorbed
Those times as precious
As those cozy
Refreshing mornings

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Homeless Me Never!!!
I am not the bag lady you see down the street.
I am not  the addict who beggs for cash.
I am not the window washer you see when you get gas.
I am not the one at the end of the freeway,
"Who says i work for food."
I am not the one who lies and cheats.
I am not the one doesn't care.
I am not the one that you watch as i walk by.
Me, Homeless Never BE!!!!!
I pay my bills and take a bath.
I work my nine to five to make my cash.
But when i wake up everyday, I am the mother with no where to stay.
So i thought that it would never be me.
I guess am homeless can't you see!!!
So next time you see a bum or a bag lady walk your way.
Please give them a smile and a very good day.
Because it could be you one day!!!!!

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Kings and Queens

Sun dappled shadows
Reflecting spirit’s form
Moss covered standing stones
From afternoon still warm
The kings and queens of yesterday
Yet hold the evensong
Prayers for peace prosperity
A right for every wrong
With every war that has been fought
Upon these sacred grounds
Run fast the blood of future lives
And yet the drum deep sounds
Calling soul to hold a place
Upon the earth still fair
Stay the sword for truce by might
Lends your grace to bear
A heart that bleeds for all life held
Within the hands of fate
Behold the truth where patterns meld
And time she runs too late
The past and future meet as one
Where power thickens still
And stately folk are seen at night
Still gathered on high hill.

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As Written By Black River

My home is but a pauper's-pot,
but I don't seek the kiss of fame.
My journey is a humble one,
lit by a tiny pillar's flame.

The moon is full again tonight;
another story I shall tell.
Here comes my noble architect
who fetches me from writer's-well.

You see, I flow throughout a world
with rules that hardly ever stick.
My legend's length is measured by
the metronome of wooden-tick.

Just like a painter's gentle stroke,
I too must mark the vacant page.
And so, my liquid coal does flow
upon an unsuspecting stage.

My boundaries aren't natural,
no banks of earth to keep me in.
I bend to bordered alphabets
set forth by master's pinion-pen.

And with this structured ebony
I captivate the anxious eyes
of those who'd choose to wade across
my current of artistic lies.

I know too well the witches' brew
of adder's fork and eye of newt.
I know how hard it is to pick
a Peter Piper pepper root.

So many souls have wandered off;
my fountain's pace led them astray.
"This is their choice," my guide would say,
and he I dare not disobey.

Alas, the fire is at its end,
as is my dusky fluid's will.
I leave you with one final word:
acknowledge him who wields the quill.


                                       ~Black River~

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Where do all the birds go? 
Autumn brings rain 
The birds............ 
Gone again 
Before the winter snow 

Where do the birds go? 
Leaving me......... 
All alone.......... 
With a leafless tree 
Birds, flown 
Yet, not me 

Where did all the birds go? 
Quiet flurry of snow........ 
They gave no sign......... 
They didn't show...... 

To follow a sun...... 
The birds....... 
The Autumn rain........ 
Here again.......... 
The birds... 
One by one 

Where do all the birds go? 
I do not know 
I have no wings, 
to follow........ 
I sit and wait for Spring 
The return of sound........ 
From the air 
Feathered things found........ 
I missed them so 

I do not have wings, 
to take me to the sun 
They left me.......... 
One by one 
My heart no longer sings 
I must wait.......... 
Until winter is done, 
and spring has begun 

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Master of War

He pauses for effect and pretends to listen and hear,
then proceeds anyway and gives the order to conquer.
Though far is his reach he is really very near,
causing destruction, he brings chaos and fear.

Silhouettes and shadows dance all over the wall
but he heeds not the warning of the impending toll.
From across the ocean he kills, maims and attacks,
he arrests and he tortures, he insults and he mocks.

He drops bombs, launches cruise missiles and planes,
he fires cannons, sends troops on ships and trains.
He barks orders, he wiretaps and he spies,
he fundraises, he schemes and he lies.

He does not hesitate to place fighting men in harm’s way,
yet years ago, when put to the test, he scampered away.
He’s brave and he’s fearless he will do whatever it takes
as long as it’s not his sorry life at stake.

His nation’s best come home in cold, flag-draped coffins,
but not to worry, just statistics, save the cost of morphines.
For the good times roll for the dumb warrior and his base
since November 2000 and it has always been the case.

He turns wives into widows, innocent kids into orphans,
sowing deaths on thousands of daughters and sons.
He cries crocodile tears, even tries hard to appear he’s sorry
in front of cameras for the headlines of the day.

He never fails to attend service with his wife every Sunday,
a black sheep once but claims the Lord showed him the way.
Yet nothing will stop him from character assassination
for his party and, believe you me, in the name of his nation!

We’re spreading democracy, the little boy warrior says,
in press conferences he holds on some occasional days.
While his weary war machine stutters and cranks,
his rich cronies laugh all the way to the bank.

Yes, the Decider smiles, he surveys and he conquers,
he pretends to listen though he does not really hear.
Shame on the whole world, the UN, shame on us all,
for not reining in this evil man and just taking the fall.

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Liar of The Broken Beads

Desribe the word you use when you broke the trust You Lost control and broke all barriers No-one will take you back Redemption was meant for the willing No tears are shed I try so hard to help you But do you even want to get better? How does it feel when nobody will grieve for you You're the liar of the broken beads You had all you wanted but you're never satisfied No tears will be shed No-one will grieve You're the liar of the broken beads

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This internal conflict 
I cannot fight 
This is not black and white 
This unreasoned spite 

I cannot get through 
I have tried 
This message lost too, 
lost in the deep wide 

Two forces collide, 
the pieces scattered 
far and wide 
Years to track down what mattered 

This restless angry sea 
throws its might at me 
Waves of emotion 
Seething ocean 

What can I repair? 
This loss of tranquillity 
It is so unfair! 
Am I losing my sensibility? 

Is this damage done? 
Have I lost a son? 
Has the restless angry sea won? 

The lost message, 
floating on angry restless sea 
It must be me 
The things I might have done, 
to make me think 
Before I sink 
Before my son 

I cannot get through 
He wont let me too 
Rising sea, 
beating its waves on me 

This storm must stop 
I am ready to drop 
Seething sea, 
throwing its'self at me 
Waves of emotion 
Restless ocean 

This conflict, I cannot fight, 
peace is a right 
This restless angry sea, 
upon storm tossed message 
that is me 

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Untitled #271 / George and Anne Ziegler

George and Anne Ziegler lie side by side, together forever,
on their tombstone their last words repeated forever
“My heart is and always will be yours”
and at this I weep.

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Where do you belong? 
Alone on a windswept beach? 

Everything I gave 
Everything I taught 
Nothing to save 
All came to nought 

Alone on a windswept beach 
These grey clouds flying by 
Nothing more to teach 
Hear the wind sigh 

Alone on a windswept beach 
Where do you belong? 
These things I cannot teach 

For the wind swept me away 
These grey clouds flying by 
Sometimes this is the way 
Hear the wind sigh 

Wind song 
These grey clouds passing me by 
I am feeling strong 
I know where I belong 
Passing through 
Windswept sky 

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Where The Wind Shall Lead Me

I am set to surrender and give in once again
to the restlessness that is pushing from within
and telling me to leave behind the people I love
to sail thousand miles to where black gold flows.

Now I stand by the door with bags in my hands
to board my lonely ship, cross the wide ocean.
So sorry to leave but undaunted just the same,
I will soon be on my way, I’d soon be far away.

Oh, I may sometimes stop to catch my breath
when this tired, old heart says it’s had enough.
But I know I would be up and moving again,
going where the wind shall lead  me.

For how could I hold this force beating deep inside,
how do I stop myself from chasing its crazy dreams,
how could I not tread on the road leading out yonder,
when the drum starts to beat, won’t I answer its call?

Well, here I am in this cruel and barren desert
stretching my luck and braving the killing heat.
I don’t know when this wandering finally ends
but who cares! isn’t this what life is all about?

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Meadows Set Abliss

As gentle winds parlayed
their enchantments
upon the galleys of
meadows set abliss.

Rose petals of romance
and desire, 
were softly strewn about, 
as lovers amidst a kiss.

As the golden sun
the treasures that are
found, thee within.

The grace of God's 
divinity hearkened,
embellishing our untimely

As the dew that nestled
the love we shared,
renewing our innocence

Our eyes revealed
the essence of
heavenly passions,
a unifying relic.

Sojourning as ancient
lovers do, 
upon euphoria's bliss, 

Gentle winds
parlayed the myth,
of divine love, 
in secret.

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Slapping the Free Press's Face on First Lady's Day

Red thier Hips, Taxsation without representation, Invited for
dinner, How dare you, remenber for her children,  daughter
outlaw in west, Ride  them cowboys ride, deep is their voice
The rangers ride high and fast  Ten commanments out of
the courtroom no prayer the babies cries in 1965,  Mothers transference
in the mirror once again, remenber mothers day, the geen green
grass of home in valley of cold cold months of the government
the summer and fall and winter warm in 2006 some say that
they have seen angels in the warmed of their arms laids a creator. 
fourth of July to sum is his brithday we all ready have a lunch.
Blast and all. Oil bills cheat, in Libertys arms in the stars well
ones out.  By burning bush of Moses

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Hammer to the Nail

You of all people pass judgment on me 
Look through my eyes and see what I see 
Start picking up what I'm putting down 
Brush yourself off, plant your feet back on the ground 
As long as you keep trying and don't quit, you can never fail 
It's a simple rule it's the hammer to the nail 
Don't always follow like a bunch of lost sheep 
You can dig yourself out, no matter how deep 
Be a front runner, pave the way 
Keep your dreams intact, don't let them go astray 
If you fall off the beaten path, just blaze a new trail 
It's a simple rule, it's the hammer to the nail 
Greet each day with a warming embrace 
Neve believe the old cliche, right time, right place 
You have the strongest influence on your own destiny 
You have to work at it, nothing great comes easy 
Be tougher than life, sometimes it puts you through hell 
It's a simple rule, it's the hammer to the nail

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Bridal Moon

Oh bridal moon
Virgin moon tonight
In glistening white 
You shine in all your splendor
And wait for your groom
To come from the heavens
To take you in his arms

Oh bridal moon
How lovely your are tonight
In your pristine gown
Your face glowing in the heavens
Waiting for someone
As I continue to do..

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We have finally made it
Through this last year
Now we must face
Our deepest fear
On our own we must go
This wheel of life we must steer
Life is yet to come
It has finally just begun
Our lives now depend
On choices of thy own
Now one can’t afford
To sit around ad get stoned
We must make choices
That are very difficult
Yet the right one will reveal
Awards as a result
Your future is what
Only you make
Everyone makes
Colossal mistakes
Yet as y you grow older,
If you can believe in your ability
And not think the world is on your shoulders
You will lead
A life filled with joy
And rewards, yet this only happens
When one is employed
You choices from today,
And onward into the years
Will undoubtedly reveal
How your life will be
Just so long as you don’t
Piss it away, and you just wait and see
For you’re the one
Who may change the world
Just lead a straight line
Don’t follow your horde
Prevail you may
Yet if you shall fail
Pull yourself back up,, for that job you dream of
Is not unreachable
You shall find, after you get that job
That your check has always
Been in the mail

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I rest my hand, 
upon golden sand 

My glittering sword 
In faith, it has been forged 
for the cross of St George 

Jewelled  rapier and soft silk, 
the men I fight, 
is of that ilk 
They do not see the light 

This battle of idealogical will 
I have had my fill 
For, the paths ,so wide, 
a bitter divide 

For one side must fall, 
to end it all 
But the enemy never does rest, 
spreading it's poison, 
far in to the West 

For this crusade 
for St George 
We cannot fade, 
weapons to forge 
For we must rise, 
defend the faith and the wise 
Go to meet, 
sit at our gods feet 

Now this winged sword I fly 
deep in to the night 
Puts the enemy to flight 
They never give up the fight, 
for they try and try 

I sometimes wonder why 
when I rest my hand 
on soft golden sand 
I hear my heart cry 
That I have seen this all before 
in another time 
another war 

Our lessons never learned 
Our enemy never turned 
Our houses burned 
Our entreaties never returned 

For, if we must, 
send our ideological enemies, 
back to sand and dust 
This is not the only way 
but our enemies are eager for the fray 

My chain mail 
has become chain gun 
This battle,far from won 
We must not fail, 
for our time is not yet done 

I sometimes wonder why 
as I rest my hand , 
upon golden sand 
at this idealogical blunder 

For there are no winners, 
only the dead 
at the battle for the sinners 
Only war, 
No peace,no law 
The enemy will never be enticed 
in to the world of Christ 

I sometimes wonder why 
as I lay my hand 
on this golden sand 
Stifle a cry, 
Is this why we cannot rest 
in the battle between East and West 

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Oh What A World! ! !

Oh What A World! ! !
  Oh What A World
She takes me for a twirl
Accidental encounters
Crystal counters
Oh What A World
Every significant moment 
Vital...In the blink of an eye
Life Changing...With Nature's Wind
Every Decision made.
Oh What A World
Life takes us for a twirl
Life-Saving, Life -Altering
Appreciation for what is given.
Bestowed upon thy world my love.
It is A gift from above
Oh What A World
Continents collide
So Far in Destination
Yet so close in ideology
So Close Yet So Far
So Far Yet So Close 

Peter LeBuhn

Copyright ©2006 Peter LeBuhn 

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Tomorrow is gone 
I lived yesterday 
and forgot about today 

I saw sunsets, 
never sunrises 
Rising moons 
silvery nights 

I saw so many things yesterday 
Colours too 
Must it always be this way 
What I always do 

Tomorrow is gone 
Lost in the day lived yesterday 
Lost sunrises 
Lost colours 
All disappeared away 

Today, I cannot remember at all 
Moon changing 
Silvery nights 
Moons fall 

Tomorrow is gone 
I lived yesterday, 
and forgot about today 
Rising moons 
Quirky ways

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Knees under your chin,
clasped tight
Sitting on you bed,
slowly rocking
This long night,
your mind in a spin

Sitting on your bed,
awake instead
What am I?
Where do I go?
Ready to fly
Nowhere so

Wounded heart,
wants to run
The things he had done
Right from the start

Hurtful things
That are untrue
Piercing stings
These acts you do

Wounded heart
Wants to run
The things he had done
Right from the start

This numbing pain
This negativity
Has come back to haunt me again
Killing all creativity

Bruises and pain
Walked in to the door again
Hate and spite
Try all he might

His promises to me
Now so hollow
This is not what I imagined to be
My heart so wanted to follow

Wounded heart
Wants to run
The things he had done
Right from the start

Bruises heal
But not what I feel
I am stronger now,
deep inside
I know how

He can bruise my heart
Not my spirit
I can go
Where he cannot follow
This is where I start

Wounded heart,
can run
This new start
You see...................
You are free

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SWORD, the anger of truth

The sword, 
buried deep in its' scabbard, 
tempered by fire, 
strength it holds, 
I desire 

Metal fashioned by human hands, 
skill from distant lands. 
Beauty of proportion and line, 
weapon so fine 

For the sword in its' scabbard, 
is like the truth hidden, 
brought out in anger, 
to do its' bidding 

Flash of steel 
I turn and wheel 
arcing round, 
truth be found 

For to be sheathed, 
nobody can hurt, 
no anger unleashed, 
no falldown, in dirt 

But truth must come out willingly, 
now and then, 
rasp of steel,but when? 

The sword always finds home, 
piecing deep, 
this sharp steel i hone 
makes truth weep 
blood and bone 

The truth used as a weapon of war, 
pulled out of its' hiding place. 
These are the things I saw. 
It takes no prisoners,only deaths' face, 
running down the blade 

This truth of metal, 
is in fine fettle, 
for the sword out of its' hiding place, 
with death you must face 
swish of air, 
into battle you must wade, 
heart beginning to tear, 
carry the truth blade 

Flash of steel,I turn and wheel, 
arcing round, 
truth be found 

For the truth 
can be used in rage, 
to wound and maim. 
No wisdom of sage, 
to guide whence it came 

Flame bright steel,you must deal 
with the things you feel, 
for arcing round 
truth can be found 

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Comes a time, 
when things aren't working 
The way you feel, 
its not a crime 

Leave this constricting space, 
your true path, 
find your place 

This life change, 
part of your evolution 
To grow 
Find your solution 
The future so 

To run wild and free 
as far as the eye can see 
Shed your old face, 
enjoy style and grace 

Those who need it, 
need it so 
Feelings feed it, 
ready to blow 

Comes a time, 
the way you feel 
The way we all feel 
Earthly light 
To let go, 
move on to heavenly bright 

Comes a time, 
when you need more 
Than this pantomime 
To gracefully exist, 
then the  money you hold in your fist 
these things not missed 
These feelings ready to blow 
you need it so 

These heartfelt rings 
These important things 
we feel, 
with renewed zeal 

This curious time, 
felt by all, 
in their prime 
Who feel this call 

Comes a time 
To run free 
Listen to the pounding heart 
It is a new start............... 
for the new........ me 

These important things 
These heart felt rings 
This materialistic earth 
does not know....... 
what this is worth 
for they cannot face 
these things 
I embrace 

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I step ashore 
I now know............ 
What is is all for 
To come this far so 

These people mingle, 
my thoughts tingle 
These spirit lights, 
change these dark nights 

This ethereal glow 
Emanates from the isle 
Known only to us so 
The ones chosen to be......................... 
The happy 

Dark glassy sea, 
protects me 
Those who live, 
those who forgive..................... 
Come to be 

Golden lives, 
step ashore 
They now know, 
what it is all for 
What the spirit contrives, 
golden lives 
Carried by golden dhow 

This golden dawn, 
new lives reborn 
The golden throng 
This is where they belong 

For the life now passed, 
the golden soul continues to last 
The spirit lights, 
that mingle 
Light up the dark nights, 
their thoughts tingle 

This happy place to be 
So far,far away, 
on the dark glassy sea 
Is much more than I can say, 
for the golden spirits mingle.................. 
and play 

Spirit world, 
my golden light unfurled 
Spirit light 
on an island 
So bright 

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Life is A Western Movie

They say life is like a sit-com,
“Honeymooners” reruns play on down the years;
They say life is like a soap opera—
You wash your dishes and then you dry your tears.

They say life is like a cop show—
Big blue light follows you in close pursuit;
They say life is like a game show—
You win a set of luggage from the man in the shiny suit.

But I say life is a Western movie,
On the Chisholm Trail you ride through the wind and rain;
Life is a Western movie,
‘Cause every now and then you’ve got to face that high noon train.

Yes, life is a Western movie,
In the California gold rush you just might get rich;
Or down in Texas they might run off all your cattle,
So you might form a posse and string up the son-of-a-gun.

I tell you, life is a Western movie,
Cowgirls watch you when you make that rodeo ride;
But all you really need is one good cowgirl
To stand beside till you cross that Great Divide.

But I say life is a Western movie,
On the Chisholm Trail you ride through the wind and rain,
Life is Western movie,
‘Cause every now and then you’ve got to face that high noon train,
And ride off in the distance just like Shane…
Just like Shane.

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At This Heart

A child is dead in the heart of men
a lonely grave sits unattended
who do such a thing I heard them say
to someone they had once befriended
who would have the child abandoned
i look to the gates and the fences unmended
i seek all these answers when i kneel to pray
but what's left to say
despite meaningful words I still dismay
this lonesome grave sees no flowers tended
when the baleful moon rises another day ended
but this grave is still unvisited
sadness and shame to this day
when all good men did nothing but pray
god should have stayed
but remorse is lost on those not here
i speak of course of men ruled by fear
for there is not just one grave unattended
there is more than one sin unmended
down beside this tomb i solemnly lay
when moon rests high and out goes day
this child called integrity is dead
doubt and vanity has taken its stead
this child called Right has been felled by Wrong
this grave is unseen and unknown
i lay here too, because the guilt is also my own
this grave at the hearts of all good men
what once we had we will never have again

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The Mask

Reaffirm the reasoning behind the mask
Declare the sight seen
Eating of the fruit planted by my own hand
Absorbing the sweet flavor of joy unbound
I see an awesome hand
The strength of doubt which dared bound the heart
Knowing exactly who I am

Trembling within revealing the unseen
Knowing the shame, the dread within
Comforted by a voice unheard
I remove the mask
Releasing the majesty contained within
I therefore am confounded by the sight seen
I see it wasn't reasoning
Twas simplicity that ruled my soul

A wondrous light overwhelms my sight
Seeing now that which you have seen in me
Visions exploding truly enlightening
Freely expressing flight
Unleashed by the mask
The mask of doubt which I did not need

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More Human

There's a gift that man has, that's uniquely our own,
not in fishes, nor birds, nor beasts that do roam.
And we doubt that in Heaven, where matter is not,
that Angels can touch, this wet little dot.
A crystal clear liquid, that comes from your soul,
found deep in your heart, is the source of its flow.

A small swale like tide fills your chest, makes you float,
as it rises and swells and chokes in your throat.
Your breath becomes jagged; you're hard-pressed to speak,
your tongue, it tastes salty, your body drifts weak.
Your sinuses sniffle, your hearing is clogged,
your vision is blurry, your eyes water logged.

Now a flood of emotion drowns your mind in a din,
as the dams of your ego burst forth from within.
Through the seas of your being, streams a truth that you trust,
to the oceans eternal, pours God’s essences of Us.
Swim these currents of wisdom; you tread not in vain,
fore that trickle on your cheek falls, as spiritual rain.

Know your purpose for living, adrift in this flesh,
is to let your spring flow, to love life at it's best!
It wells forth, in your joy, your sorrow, your now,
from your pain, your elation, your promise, your vow.
Be you happy or sad, overjoyed or in fear,
there's nothing more human, then the drop of a tear.

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Smooth clean wall, 
cool to touch, 
I must not fall 

I walk along, 
hand touching wall, 
my heart full of song, 
standing tall 
I know whats going on 

For calm of head am I 
I must not fall, 
this wall is not for the wary, 
light and airy, 
it's not confined at all 

My heart full of song, 
this  cool wall I kiss, 
fear and anguish, 
I do not miss 

Stretched out arms, 
cool walls I touch 
walking through, 
no sweat on palm 

This light I walk to, 
embraces me 
casts my shadow, 
behind me, 
all behind 
song in heart so, 
I am not blind, 
for,forward I see 

Calm and light, 
must not rush, 
in to the white 
there is no crush 
in the bright 

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My hand trailed in the wake...
Of an ocean
The solitude of ocean and sky
The wind,
sighing by
When an ocean met the sky
My hand trailed in the wake....
of a wind sighing by
upon silvered wings,
I crossed a jewel that was the sky
The setting, the ocean
In my solitude of flying
Shades of blue...
On an ocean
In a sky
All I heard was my heart , sighing

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Not Real

your light is what
i was never meant to see.
your shadow i can't remember.
in a blink, i change forms, shape.
nothing can hold me here.
cry if you must, but think!

your kiss is too open
and your words surreal.
can't help coming into
focus.  it's not real.

don't hold on.
i can't hold you near.
count when i'm not  there.
it's not about when we're together.
reach for the last straw
that holds you here.

your kiss is too open
and your words surreal.
can't help coming into
focus.  it's not real.

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Broken Hearts Bar

This is the place where they come to escape the stress in their lives 
A lot is from their husbands and wives 
This place gives them a lift 
The regulars start swooping in at 10 am from a long night shift 
At one time or another, everyone hurts and bears some kind of painful scars 
You can find all kinds of emotional burden here at the Broken Hearts Bar 
The doctors, the suits, the welders, we get them all 
Others escape by attempting to crank out a tune on the piano facing the west wall 
After a few drinks, everybody starts feeling well 
The alcohol numbs and strips away our protective shell 
Everyone enjoys talent night, it makes them feel good 
Distorted by the liquid courage, they believe this is their ticket to Hollywood 
A taxi driver of 23 years, complains about his back 
He has his pain killers with a double shot of Jack 
There is always a place for my down and out guests 
I lend an ear and allow them to get it off their chest 
The winners and losers come here because they are accepted for who they are 
Everyone is welcomed to the city's center of depression, the Broken Hearts Bar 
George tells me tonight he will be visiting for the last time 
He says this every night right around nine 
George takes a moment to reflect on the troubles of his past 
He tells me it's true, nice guys finish last 
So long, my time is near 
I will become a nobody and disappear 
He tells all his friends to keep reaching for the stars 
I smile and tell him, there is always a stool for you at the Broken Hearts Bar 
Yeah, I know here the door swing in and out 
I thought maybe at the bottom of one my drinks I would discover what life is all 
The emotion in the air is thick like tar 
Please come again to the Broken Hearts bar 

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Touch the surface, 
and slide through, 
this new  world 
needs exploring too 

New people to meet, 
new things to see 
What will I find? 
things of a similar kind? 

For these people have been here  before, 
done things good and bad. 
Made some people sad, 
some happy, 
for these people have been here before 

Repeated lives relearning, 
past loves,past actions yearning 

White light hurts my eyes, 
white,bright water reflection. 
Shed my skin and past ties. 
Is this  my resurrection? 

For this world is not the same, 
as our own. 
Money,sex and fame 

Touch the surface and slide through, 
join me in this adventure too 

You can enter this world, 
at any time. 
Through action and inaction, 
through accident or design 

The people that you meet 
have no substance to their being. 
You can see right through them, 
you, the all seeing 

I would travel to this place, 
book my ticket on the plane 
but not in my lifetime, 
just in case, 
my life is not on the wane 

For to touch the surface 
and slide through, 
the people you meet 
one touch will confirm 
that they have no substance 

You look as white as a ghost here. 
Dont worry there is nothing to fear, 
for now we are all the same . 
Money sex and fame, 
don't apply here 

For you now ,have no substance 
in this world 
or the last world, 
in this instance 

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I walked up 
To the highest hill
Something lay in me
On a hill

Birds circled
On a wind
On the highest hill
Where something lay in me

Arms, outstretched
I feel within me
To be released
I gave it up
Let it fly
Let it be

I cannot define
What I gave up
Let it be
What was once mine

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You are now under the spell
For , love and magic
Have found their way
Deep in your heart
The power of a Heartstone
Lies in you

The power to change
Everything around
Your starlight
Will leave all

Go now.
In to a world
That does not believe
Of Love
Of Magic
Teach them
Of a Heartstone
That lies, deep within
That the key
Is always there
Looking in

Be a gatherer
A seeker of a Heartstone
For you have many a room
To look for
To find in you
In me
A gem
Whose light will change
And those who wish it true

In your heart
To soar
Like an eagle
For this what love does
What it is all for
A Shadowfire
A Heartstone
Such gem light
The power of you

I think of your journey too
Of Castles
Faerie wings
To be a King
In a world
So unforgiving
The changes in you
For Tapestries, read
Evil, slain
Come with me
Let us, together
Travel again

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I was searching for destiny,
something to call my own.
A purpose if you will,
a seed thoughfully sown.
Like the healing leaves of the nations,
it was yet to be known.
Kind of like a king,  yet to be throned.

So I watered and prepared.
And as time went past,
I believed this was the seed,
the one that would last.

No love did I spare.
To my faith I held fast.
Upon my broken heart,
you let no shadow be cast.
So I continued in prayer,
and became blessedly aware.
That you were the seed,
creating this need.
That you are the tree,
I was yearning to be,
And that I am the branch,
known as destiny.

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It all comes back to the sea 
How strong is the spirit... 
Restless in me 

The sea can take me , 
in so many waves 
So completely 

The sea, a vessel 
In which I travel, 
in which I nestle 

Soft ripples flow 
Clouds above 
The sea I came to know 

The sun danced on the sea 
The moon covered with silver 
A restless spirit... 
Roaming in me 

The vastness of the sea, 
in which I roam 
Such fluid beauty, 
is my home 

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I stood on a sea shore 
I contemplated 
All the meanings 
Why I am , me? 
What I am here for... 

A wave took me away 
The thoughts I had kept 
Scattered in a wisp of sea spray 
Inwards I crept 

In to the sea 
In to me 
All the meanings 
Why I am me 
What I am here for 
Cast from a sea shore 

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In the Shadowlands
I chased the former me
I couldn’t catch it
I let it run free

I know, not this being
For it is not me
I let it run free

In the Shadowlands
I have no fear
For it is not me
I let it run free

I know who I am now
Such dark places
In the Shadowlands
Are not for me
I let it run free

I left that place
Of dark
It is not part of me
I embraced
The love and light
Of a Shadowfire
That lay in you
Lay in me

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Joe the tramp

On a park bench, cold and damp
Lay the head of Joe the tramp

Covered now in Wednesday's news
Tuesday's sportspage in his shoes

Frozen whiskers, snowflake eyes
Sparrows flutter, as he dies

Reddened  fingers clasped in prayer
Crystal ice drops lace his hair

Clutching bottle to his chest
A last companion in final rest

Someone's lover years ago
This humble creature, name of Joe

Rest in peace on winter's wings
While the Christmas angel sings

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Another Iowa Winter

I see the snow falling again,

Again I must start up ""Old Betsy"" before bed,

Bed brings cold feet and shivers until the
body heat thaws it out,

Out again to start another day,

Day brings kid's hopes of no school,

School radiators pop and moan to warm the

Building up of snow is a potential income
for the young scooping snow for the old,

Old and tiring is Another Iowa Winter.

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A place you can go 
when hurt breaks you so 

Retreat within,find the key 
for there are many keys 
to the secret place 

Key for hurt and pain 
Key for imagination 
Key for magical lands 

The secret place, 
the key ,the door, 
only you know what its for 

Go within your self and explore, 
you are the keeper, 
you know where to go, 
to the door where gentleness will flow 

The secret place 

Your door, many keys 

Key to unlock your heart 
Key to love again 
Key to experience loss and pain 
Key to live and breathe again 

Many keys you can hold, 
but only one door, 
you decide,not told, 
The key you want and what its for 

Dont carry too many keys, 
for the keys are heavy in hand 
and heavy in heart 

The key of pain and loss, 
the heaviest of all 

The key of happiness, 
delicate and fine, 
made with pure golden sunshine 

Carry this key to your secret place 
the best key of all 

The key of love does'nt have a key 
merely warmth 
for this door doesn't need a key 
for there is no door to love 

Love is all around, 
not in one secret place, 
but in all of us, 
wells from within, 
flowing from the heart 

the secret place 

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The conscripted son 
in his hand....... 
the unwanted gun 

Some were willing....... 
Some didn't want the killing 
Wasted years 
So many tears 
They answered the call 
So many to fall............ 

The means to an end 
More boys to send...... 
They cannot see why 
They are sent to die 

The conscripted son, 
in his hand, 
the unwanted gun 
Blood spilling on the sand 

So many came....... 
So many died.......... 
They knew the country's name......... 
Rhodesia's fame 
Spread far and wide 

But now all is lost........ 
Was it worth the final cost? 
So many to die........... 
They never found out why 

Wounded inside 
Scarred outside 
Battles won 
Wars lost 
Lost son 
The final cost 

The sense of duty 
No one won 
Everyone lost a son 

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Life's toll.

He sits as man so tiered and true 
  -life's moments turned him blue,
the weight of his world sits still on his shoulders,
  -while his hands blister as he gets older,
a fight he's been fighting for years,
 -has taken it's toll you can see it in his tears,
our day will come he's tired of saying,
 -as he august the weight once again,
to his feet I'm sure he will rise,
 -this old dog never says die,
this moment like all the others will pass,
 -he'll do it all again with a laugh,
all it is, is all there is,
 -this mans burden is mine not his.   

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Was a time.. 
When love was all  true 
Gentleness too 

A red sighing sun 
Sinking below 
The depths of my heart 
The day is done 

Was a time.. 
you felt it too 
in the depths of my heart 
Emotion too 

A star, 
faded blue 
Replaced a red sighing sun 
Flickering fire 
You knew it too 

Stars and suns, 
fade away 
Night and day 
Love endures 
Gentleness too 

You are my sun 
You are my star 
My flickering fire 
Gentle light 
Gentle night 
The day is done 

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The sea, 
Shades of purple and blue 
Where I am, 
in a colour too 

The moon turned, 
slowly in my hand 
The soft light, 
lit up the blue 
Left a shadow in the sand 

A solitary figure on the shore... 
Holding a moon 
From with.... 
Soft light... 
did pour 

The sea... 
In shades of purple and blue 
Filled me too 
Soft light reflecting 
The heart detecting.... 
The colour in you 

Far away... 
The moon turned 
Beams of light 
Scattered across the sea, 
lit up the purple and blue 
for me 

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Gleaming white.... 
On the sparkling blue 
Ocean wing 
Feathers too....... 
In sunlight........... 

On the sparkling blue 
Fresh wind................ 
Soaring too 

A journey,  over sea 
Ocean wing 
What will become of me? 
I am still learning....... 
More about the inner me...... 

The sparkling blue.......... 
So far and wide too 
I can find me............... 
In this deep blue sea 

You are never alone......... 
On the sparkling blue 
Where so many have flown 
Your journey, begins too 

Gleaming white.......... 
On the sparkling blue 
Ocean wing....... 
Ocean flight...... 
My heart too......... 

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The last beams of light
Left a Castle in shadow
Dusk became the night
The Dreamstone awoke in you
Deep in your heart
A fire ,like no other
Passion and desire too
You became everything
A Queen...
A King...
Everything you imagined
A Whispering Tree
A warm,sweet South wind
Leave this place in your heart
For a Dreamstone
Trust in you
A test of faith
In dreamlight
For the stories
What you have become
You already knew

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I was thinking............. 
about you and I 
Shadows begin to fall 
Upon our bed 
Sun sinking 
Deepening sky 

I was thinking........... 
About you and I 
The warmth of you 
Sun sinking............ 
what I want to do 

The flash of the arrow 
Straight and true 
Hit me through................. 
Through my heart so 

Thinking,was I 
About you 
The deepening sky 
This arrow found it too 

With the night 
Comes loving too 
the warmth......... 
of you.......... 
This sky............ 

My thought... 
Arrow caught 
Sun sinking........ 
Deepening sky.......... 
I was thinking............. 
About you and I 

My heart,the candle 
The light..... 
Burns too........ 
Through the night 

The sky at night 
Deepening candlelight 
Loving too................ 
Flash of arrow............. 
Caught me........... 
Caught you too 

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Is the sky today 
Not in my heart 
Such beating rain, 
cannot stay 

In a world without you 
the sky is grey 
The falling rain, 
beating too 

I did not see you, 
on this grey day 
When I needed you most 
I missed you too 

I missed you too 
A grey lonely sky, 
When I needed the colour most 
When I needed you 

The sun broke through, 
banished the grey 
I kissed the colour 
Here with you 

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Hold me in the palm of your hand
squeeze me oh so tight
let me ooze between your fingers
and melt into the night.

Wrap me round your little finger
wave me into the light
break my heart in little pieces
all thrown into the night.

Never let me see the woman
God meant me to view
just keep all my passion
ever in worship of only you.

Wear my heart upon your sleeve
always in my sight
begging ever my forgiveness
as you fade into the night.

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Tomorrow was

Echoes of tomorrow dance around my brain

Songs of joy and sorrow mixed in love and pain

Marriages of feelings swirling intertwined

Promises repeating as waking dreams unwind

A sip of morning coffee to fortify my mind

All casually  forgotten  as I face the daily grind

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I stopped by the river... 
Gently flowing past, 
such cool water, 
slaked my thirst 

I feel the waters pull on my hand 
secret chuckle flowing by 
Water, so clear 
you can see the river sand 

I picked up some river sand 
let it slowly trickle through my hand 
Am I grain of sand? 
Tumbling in water, 
so clear, 
throughout this verdant land 

Where is my place? 
Where am I meant to be? 
Gently flowing past 
Part of this river, 
becoming me 

Sweet waters, 
so clear 
In its' depths 
I am meant to be 

I stopped by the river... 
Or did the river stop me? 
I may never know, 
for in its' depths, 
a grain of sand 
is what you see 
what i show 

Swathes of weeping willow 
on the river... 
Cast a shadow, 
soft green glow 
in water 
so clear 

A grain of sand, 
in the clear waters 
of the river 
becomes me 
in this beautiful land 

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Shadows, flew 
across my heart 
Dark too 

Such dark beauty 
Such mystery 
Shadows too, 
in the heart 

Amidst the shadows 
A light grew 
A spark... 
A rose... 
That was me 

Spilling out 
Petals falling 
Colour calling, 
I heard it shout 

To travel 
so far... 
Mysteries of the heart 
Such dark beauty, 
becoming light 

The smokiness within 
The battle of light 
The battle of dark 
A curious whim 
A curious spark 

Light and shadows, 
flew across my heart 
Such beautiful things 
Cannot rest in the 
mysteries of the heart 

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Once upon a time
in a world...
You cannot see,
was a place for you and me

Fields in which to run
Enchanted trees to climb...
In a land of beautiful sun
This was a time...

Long ago, far away
how I ache...
For those days...
When a Heartstone,
lay in my heart,
and I learnt the Wise Ways

The sound of lute filled the air
Magic too
Trees of soft colour,
shaded the castle from view

So many places to play
Enchanted rooms
Nooks and crannies
Finding a hiding way

The changing seasons
Beautiful in their nature
Queens and Kings
The way of things

Such joy and harmony,
amongst the whispering trees
A Stream of Sighs
Watching Heartstone eagles fly
This was a time...

For a young boy,
to lie back in a field of corn
The King of Air sculpting clouds
Watching eagles fly
Faeries being born...
This was a time...

Once upon a time,
in a world you once saw
Behind a secret door...
Is a place for you and me

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This bridge I build 
I build to last 
Not of stone or metal 
Deep inside 
Down past 
Thoughts I have willed 

This bridge of many spans 
reaches out to you 
Walk with me......... 
If you want to 

The bridge can be broken 
By thoughts of despair 
By harsh words spoken 

This bridge, 
reaches far in to your heart 
Relentless march through 
Join me too 
If you want too 
What you can be 
Let us start 

So many bridges to build, 
without stone or metal 
made with thoughts willed 

This bridge I have built 
Will not wilt 
It will last 
Deep inside 
Down past 

This bridge built for you 
Stronger than stone 
Built on love and affection 
More than flesh and bone 

Bridge running through, 
your heart case 
Open up 
Walk with me too....... 
this open space 

This bridge ............ 
Connecting us 
Cornerstone and truss 
Walk with me, 
if you want to 
what you want to be 

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I looked from the edge of light 
Stared across and saw truth 
I stepped forward, 
and fell in to the night 

Down I fell, 
in no time at all 
Felt gods' hand 
Lift me, 
for in his love I did dwell 

In to the light, 
carried up high 
I saw truth, 
pure and bright 

I can fall 
any time at all 
from the edge of light 
I have faith, 
that will lift me from the night 

I see the truth, 
just over there 
Waiting for me 
across the night air 

The beauty in truth and light 
lay before me 
I could reach out and hold 
everything in sight 

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We are earthly bound 
for a time... 
Only in our bodies 
Not in the  mind 
Not in the heart 

To climb and see... 
The wings of the heart 
All that lies before me 

Feathers of gold, 
on a portrait of blue 
This is me 
This can be you 

Clouds of white, 
from a portrait of blue 
Feathers of gold... 
Carry me too 

In the wings of the heart 
All that is true 
All of me 
On a portrait of blue 

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My heart bleeds so, 
for they do not know 

The goings on in my deep, 
for it's starting to seep, 
seeping through, 
seeping through 
My deep 

The deep is where I am, 
I am in the deep. 
I open the tide, 
for seeping through, 
I cannot predict when, 
this burst of emotional pen 

This place is the deep, 
the further I travel, 
the more I find, 
not afraid to leap 

In my deep 

To explore, 
and find what it is all for 

In my deep 

I do not descend in to the deep, 
I walk and write it's passages. 
I see foot prints, 
now and then, 
but now,not since 

For they are not mine. 
Do they follow me? 
Do they stalk? 
I do not know, 
for I walk, 
in my deep 

You must find your way back, 
from the deep 
It's many galleries,twists and turns, 
nooks and crannies 

To visit a while,can make you smile, 
for infinate depths of sleep, 
of which emotions seep, 
with burst of pen quill. 
To guide your will 

Seeping through,my deep, 
my awareness. 
I have awoken from my sleep, 
in all fairness, 
I like what I have found, 
for I now,begin to sound, 
the depths of my deep 

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How precious these things.... 
Truth be told... 
Money nor gold, 
but memories we hold 
For, neither money nor gold, 
can buy a memory 
Truth be told 

How sweet the moment... 
Holding your first born child 
Forever etched 
Heaven sent 

Angst and pain... 
A passing... 
A joy... 
The memories of youth... 
The falling rain... 
Birth of a boy.... 

Money cannot buy.... 
The memories... 
Of our lives passing by 

Times go by... 
Loved ones die 
Yet a memory... 
Will stay... 
Music too 
Filling the heart 
Affecting you 

This time is now passed 
It cannot be... 
But a distant memory 
You want it to last 
It cannot be 

I have in my heart 
So much... 
So full 
I feel it will spill 
Like my tears 
But the time is passed 
How I wish I could it last 

I have in my heart 
My memories... 
Truth be told, 
money nor gold 
Can buy 
These things I hold 

You may say such things have gone 
This is not so.... 
For, they live in my heart 
They have never gone away 

Such a burden to carry 
Such things... 
It is what makes me 
Who I am 
Don't you see? 

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For days you hunt but nothing found,
for the heart stone to reveal its' self,
buried deep in shadowy ground

This shadowy land that I walk,
sometimes alone
for I am the gatherer of the heart stone

The heart stone,
find its' glow,
for it will surely show
its' self to the seeker,
for if it lies in shadowy room
it grows weaker

The heart stone
does not like being alone,
alone in shadow,
hidden so

The heart stone
needs to be found,
its' light displayed
for living in gloom
causes its' light to fade
in shadowy room

The gatherer will look
in every shadowy place,
seek out and reach,
the heart stone,
find its' place

For it is bound
in shadowy room
all alone,
waiting to be found,
by the gatherer of the stone

The gatherer of the stone
will never tire,
searching the gloom
for the jewel of hidden fire,
that lights up the room

For the stone is in our shadowy place
bring it forth to show its' face,
throw off darkened room
and let the heart stone bloom

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Bridges I Have Burned

After 15 years he walks out of his dead end jobs, leaves behind 2
children and a wife 
He wants to start all over, a second chance for a
better life 
Going from the city to the country, what a change 
Never knowing what\'s next, nothing in life is pre-arranged
No more Richard do this, Richard do that 
No more wasted moments at the laundry mat 
I left a note in our post office box 
Explaining my train of thought 
I said sometimes you have to go nowhere to get somewhere in life 
I had to sacrifice it all, that was my condition, to make things right
I don\'t expect anyone to understand
I needed to a nobody for a while to become a real man
It has now been 10 long years this May 
But the guilt haunts me as if it were yesterday 
For mine and everyone else's sake, I need to return
I can picture the smell and smoldering of the bridges I have burned
My daughter 22, my son 24 They have put their past behind locked the
doors I will watch them and wait til the time is right
How can I expect them to forgive me after 10 years of flight
They tell me to get out, mom died of cancer 3 years ago
They tell me she was the only parent they will ever know 
I have gotten what I deserve
Now the smell and smoldering have become a reality from the bridges I have 

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On a night
Filled with stars
To find my way
Through soft earthly light
To touch
Star bright

To fly free
On a night
Filled with stars
For eternity

I if could only release
The inner me
To find my way
To the stars
Feel celestial peace

Somethings are only difficult
When they can be
Only I can
Find my way to the stars

I want to take you
With me
Share too
Love with starlight
On my way to the stars

Passing planets
Galaxies of stars
The secret glow
Of Mars
All this to see
With you
With me

On a night
Filled with stars
Earthly light
You came with me
On my way
To the stars

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This grey sky 
will become blue 
My grey sky, 
changing too 

My thoughts 
scattered like birds 
Kicked up autumn leaves, 
swirling around uncaught 

This knot,I cannot undo 
I cannot turn 
my stomach begins to churn 
what can I do? 

This patience I lack, 
born of frustration 
Help me get it back, 
to a place 
with my own space, 
my salvation 

Peace and grace 
is the way 
What I want to see 
upon your face 
especially for me 

grey sky 
becoming blue 
My spirit to fly 
as far as the moon 
Maybe yours too 

Some change 
Some blue 
instead of grey 
Sometimes the only way, 

this unseen force 
can change 
grey into blue 
I want it too 
Keep thoughts at bay 
For, someday........... 
I can change into blue 

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So hard
I  could never pick up
All the pieces
To make you whole
I gathered all
That was left
Blew softly
and kissed
Each piece
As though it were your soul
I cannot put it all
I can, but try
I could never stop
Your fall
All the pieces too
That I found
What I gathered
To make whole
All of you

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Heaven is the place, 
where everyone, 
knows your face 

Gentle and kind........ 
Are the ways 
The ways you must find 

If kindness were a flower....... 
then the heart is a meadow 
Purple and blue 
Soft pinks too....... 
All for you 

If gentleness were an ocean.......... 
Then the soul is the boat 
Blue and green 
Idyllic emotion...... 
Sailing serene 

If love were a colour......... 
Then the heart is pure gold 
Shining through 
For you to hold 

If giving was a stream.... 
Then the heart is a waterfall 
Bubbling flow....... 
For those who know 
For those who hear it's call 

Heaven is the place....... 
Where everyone 
knows your face 
Humility and grace 
Garlanded like lace 

If forgiving was a grain of sand......... 
Then the heart is a mountain 
A rock to which........... 
all will flock 

If patience wasa slender reed............... 
Then the heart is a mighty tree 
These qualities you need 
You see....... 
In heaven............... 
The place to be 

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Orbitting around your life, 
always out of reach, 
but you can see it fly, 
streaking across night sky 

Always at night, 
wrestle with your emotion, 
with all your might 
What is wrong? 
What is right? 

Every night awaking, 
wondering why? 
Imagination seeking. 
That satellite streaking 
across the night sky 

This starry night, 
emotions you must fight, 
can you see the flight? 
of streaking satellite? 

This satellite of a kind 
is your state of mind, 
the things you want to find 

The things you want to be, 
the things that make you free, 
the things you want to see, 
the things that matter to me 

This satellite is hard to see, 
streaking across starry sky, 
but I want it to be me, 
for I want to fly 
in dark night sky