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The Meaning of Green

Green is subtle, slowly growing
Unnoticed by many; yet continually flowing
Green is singing; mystically humming
Unnoticed by many; yet continually strumming
Green is spring; majestically dancing
Unnoticed by many; yet continually prancing
Green is peace, gently sleeping
Unnoticed by many; yet continually keeping
Green is rain; reluctantly falling
Unnoticed by many; 
Yet quietly 
Calling.

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Ode To the Average Man

I will sing the song of the average man
Who was born a child-not a babe
Who grew up in an ordinary house?
Made of bricks without ivy cascades
He went to an ordinary school like the rest
Hated math, hated science, loved lunch
Gave a report on Abe Lincoln-read Goodnight Moon,
Played averagely in all peewee games
He grew up-got older-little wiser it seemed
Not too much just average-got C’s
Didn’t date, least not much-but found the One
And married her in an average church
He worked his job-did quite well
But not enough to gain many accolades
Bought a house, had three kids
Not prodigies just average-one, two, and three
They grew up-he grew up-they lived happily
Went to soccer, went to karate-watched ballet with number three
Played catch-went to parades, cleaned spilt lemonade
Loved his wife-laughed with his kids
All were happy living averagely
Watched them get older-marry average true loves
No Romeo dear Juliet romances
But they were happy and so was he
And he was given several average grandbabies
He and the Missus went on with their days
Till she died of an average disease
And he followed to in a moderate way
And they rest side by side in an average grave
He was no genius-never swam the English Channel
Didn’t raise three life saving doctors
But he was happier then the few outstanding I’ve seen
Because he was content with an average.

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A Walk In the Woods

I’ve been told to walk in a wood is-
To visit ancient faerie grounds
To fill up your senses with the perfume of dryads
I’ve been told to walk in a wood is beautiful-
But I think a mosquito just bit me.

I’ve been told a wood is full of magic-
It’s the haunt of all things pure,
It hides rare beauties and paintings,
Of hands much more skilled then ours,
But I just got a thorn in my shoe.

I guess the woods are full of enchantments-
And one might get lost in its spells
But myself, I just tripped
And I believe
Got mud on this brand new shirt.

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April's Calling

When April brings spring
The earth wakes up again
And new life peeks through

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Prodigal Daughter

I sat and watched the world today
And watched them at their play
They looked so happy
They looked so free
I just wanted those girls to be me
So I stepped over the gate today
The one that was to keep me safe
I walked over to where they laughed
And I joined right in their game
Not too much at first it seemed
But more and more I tried
It was so simple-just enjoy
And I did and it felt all right
But more and more made me feel less
And made their laughter seem more hoarse
The closer they got the more alone I felt
The bigger I smiled the less I felt
Until soon I began to cry
This dream I had of a happy world
Was not what it seemed to be
The laughs were cries
The smiles were fake
The fun was nothing but pain
And the life I had
Back behind the gate
Was sweeter even in the rain
So broken I stumbled from the crowd
They didn’t even see me leave
Until I reached that ancient gate
Too ashamed to cry for help I fell
Just happy to be near
Then merciful hands-lifted me up
And back inside again
I was His daughter forgiven once again.

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The Separation of My Heart

I’m sitting here in an empty place
I’m sitting here with darkness to face
I’m sitting here alone

I’m alone here because my heart was freed
I’m alone here so full of need
I’m alone here tonight.

My heart sits alone as well
My heart sits near the place I fell
My heart sits alone tonight

If I had only kept my heart with care
If I had seen how quickly it would tear
I wouldn’t be here alone tonight

But my heart just wanted to feel
But my heart just wanted to see things real
So my heart sits alone tonight

And that’s why I’m in this empty place
That’s why I have only darkness to face
That’s why I’m sitting here alone.

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Castle By the Sea

Julia woke to the sound of the waves
Crashing softly into the walls of her cage
Julia gazed out her window to wait
For the prince and his steed to finish her fate
But the prince and his steed never set Julia free
So she sat every day in her cage by the sea
And Julia woke each day just the same
And slept every night in her cage to remain

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Apology of a Nonconformist

You laugh and mock and bring such shame
And ridicule what I’ve made of my name
For who I am and what I do
I apologies for being not like you

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The Idealist and the Realist

The idealist sees the world as moments away
From bounding into a Utopian day
And the people that steal-
Can’t truly be real-?
For what helps another- is theirs they say
And the idealists see the moon with delight,
A gem upon the goddess of night
The idealist is a happy old soul.

The realist sees the world as moments away
From reaching the pinnacle in its eternal decay
And people that steal
Are certainly real-
And must readily be punished today
And the realist sees the moon as a sight,
Of dusts and stones in the darkness of night
The realist is a stable old soul.

Idealists and realists I don’t know what I’d rather be
One soars and crashes-
The other walks purposefully
Idealists and realists I guess I’ll just let them be
For one holds the world together,
And the other sets the world’s dreams free

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Mona Lisa?

Mona Lisa who are you?
Some say Leonardo’s other half
But I don’t know-
It just seems to me
A girl like you could never be just a half-
And your smile-it drives men mad?
Is it really as extraordinary as they say?
It just a smile nothing more
A weak smile some have said
But maybe that’s just it-
The smile was never clear
It does not appear that you were smiling for much
Was it forced-were you truly sad?
Or were you just tired and that smiled appeared?
It’s all the same-it does not matter
I just was wondering who you truly were
Well, girl of flesh or of imagination
You are a timeless mystery
And I guess that is what has drawn you to me….