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My Mind A Ship In Darkness

My mind a ship in darkness                                                                                                             How shall you carry me                                                                                                                   My heart cut off from loving                                                                                                                         Is longing to be free                                                                                                                                    To sail out in the morning                                                                                                                                             Upon the early tide                                                                                                                              And live with in the elements                                                                                                             Where truth and strength abide                                                                                                       My thoughts are done with islands                                                                                                  Where the golden memories play                                                                                                  For that vision seen was but a dream                                                                                                          Like fog that burns away                                                                                                                         And if the rocks should catch me up                                                                                                  How shall I greet the day                                                                                                                                            So many thoughts are anchored there                                                                                         From ships that passed this way                                                                                                             So many swells have come and gone                                                                                               And beaten on the shore                                                                                                                  You'd think the isle would brake away                                                                                               Be gone and be no more                                                                                                                But still the ancient cliffs are hung                                                                                               Like shadows in the sky                                                                                                             And still the Sirens songs are sung                                                                                              A lovers lullaby                                                                                                                               My soul my only compass now                                                                                                     What lessons shall you teach                                                                                                       As passion sets my course for me                                                                                                                                                Once more into the breach                                                                                                                               Yet calmly to and steady on                                                                                                         Though gale and storm draw near                                                                                                  My soul is this immortal thing                                                                                                           That strides beyond my fear                                                                                                            And gives my life an openness                                                                                                                        That does not measure cost                                                                                                                  For much I learned of beauty                                                                                                                         By what I loved and lost


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Tell Me Your Sercetes

Tell me your sercetes                                                                                                                    The wind wispered                                                                                                                          And I will carry them away                                                                                                                    And the long night of shaddows                                                                                                         Will be washed out by the day                                                                                                     Give me the sarrow that lingers at your door                                                                                                And let your heart  be lifted                                                                                                            With a childs faith once more                                                                                                         Let all now be forgiven                                                                                                                                              Let all your thoughts be free                                                                                                                            And let your dreams all blossom                                                                                                  For all the world to see


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Come Autumn

Come autumn  I shall think  of you                                                                                                   Our glories of the past                                                                                                                  And so be moved by nature's mood                                                                                            And in her spell be cast                                                                                                                   To find you in the woodlands                                                                                                           Or there upon some hill                                                                                                                     The beauty of your being                                                                                                                 A comfort to me still                                                                                                                               Sweet sense of having loved you                                                                                                    Though you be far away                                                                                                             Is in itself the pleasure                                                                                                                    Of what I feel this day                                                                                                              Come autumn                                                                                                                                     I will love you                                                                                                                              In everything I see                                                                                                                        And hold you so  envisioned                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      For all eternity


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This Poetry Soup

This Poetry Soup                                                                                                                           This  collection of hearts and minds                                                                                          This ambrosa of the Gods                                                                                                             This new found family of mine                                                                                                       I thank you for your interest                                                                                                                             And I thank you once twice thrice                                                                                                  For being kind


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Looking For Old Souls

People watching today at the optometrist                                                                                         I was looking for old souls                                                                                                                Sometimes impatient  they appear as if everyone should know whats going on by now         Their in a hurry and always act like you are wasting their time                                                        Then you spot a few souls with all the time in the world with loving and kind gestures                               Souls  on a mission that look as comfortable as the day is long                                                   Glad to be here                                                                                                                                 And smiling because they know everyone makes it home in th end                                            Smiling becouse they know everyone finds their own perfection                                                    In the clear and unending preasents of God                                                                                 Think about it God dosen't make nock offs                                                                                     And God made you with the same love and care that God puts into everything else                    This world is an illusion                                                                                                                             Tailor made with the  expeariance that you need to lift the vale from your eyes                             So that you may one day see wonders that you have only dared to dream of


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Among The Many Memories That I Love

In the beginning my heart was breaking all the time                                                                      Then I realized hearts don't really  break  at all                                                                                                                                       They deepen with expeariance and grow rich on love                                                                        And the greatest of these heart aches lives on                                                                               In the haunted mannsion of my soul                                                                                                      Where on any given day if I choose to look                                                                                                I know I'll find you there among the many memories that I love


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Like The Prodigal Son

I have said at one time and another that my soul evolves                                                                   When perhaps I should have said                                                                                                It remembers                                                                                                                                Like  the prodigal son returning from whence he came                                                                                   And rejoicing in the knowledge that he is home                                                                                   And maybe it is the heart that remembers the perfection of the soul                                              For what God  has created is even now perfect and eternal                                                                                   The more I love the more I behold                                                                                                              As if I have awakened with all of you in the heart of God


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1959

I spent the year of 1959                                                                                                                 In England with Al                                                                                                                          And the world was mine then                                                                                                                  Al's world anyway                                                                                                                           He taught me that  one English penny was twice as big as an american one                                  And things like that are important when your ten                                                                           When your ten you believe in King Arthur and the Lady of the lake                                                 And you believe in people like Al too                                                                                                   Because they always know what to say and when to say it                                                                                                  Now the year is 1969 and I am two times ten                                                                                                     Never to be just ten again                                                                                                            Because now I've learned that even kings have moments of weakness                                      Tables crack in two                                                                                                                         Ladies cry when you leave them                                                                                                   And small boys do too


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I Knew That You Were Waitting

I knew that you were waiting                                                                                                        Somewhere between the last war                                                                                               And the next kiss                                                                                                                               And that you where dreaming of sweet angels and vampires                                                         Because they have always known                                                                                                     In spite of John Cameron Swayze and timex                                                                                        Or the mechanical of Mickey Mouse                                                                                                           That the nights are always longer                                                                                                    I knew that you were waiting                                                                                                                  For the summer to turn to silk again                                                                                              And carry you away before the next big flood arrived                                                                        Before the thunder and after the lightning                                                                                             Before the smoke and after the fire                                                                                                Before the dance and after the song                                                                                                Before the hope and after the the prayer                                                                                       I knew that you where waiting                                                                                                          Like an eagle's wing and a child's song                                                                                               I was waiting too


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The Comfort And The Hunger

Time drifts after midnight                                                                                                             Disconnected from reason                                                                                                            As if the air it's self were alive with  it's own kind of magic                                                                                  Filled with the sweet angels and vampires of my days                                                                 And me remembering the comfort and hunger of their love and or lust                                                           And knowing I would be nothing without them                                                                         Just another man without wings who had a need to fly                                                                     Time and my mind drift after midnight                                                                                              Up one primrose path and down another endless ally way into the city lights                                                                                        Its so strange you know but I can't remember now who drew first blood                                  Who gave up the world for love                                                                                                   And What it all means to be the survivor when love has fallen far and away into the night                                                                                                                                     The world and I are changing                                                                                              And those by polor blues have got me by the _ _ _ _ _  again                                                     So strike up the band while there is life there is time                                                                         For one more song and dance


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