A Friend of the Outcast
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A beach hut in my mind atop the shores of time and, a friend of the outcast....
Not always upon the outside nor, even the in although
I have had moments along lifes journey and way ~
Makes me consider a recent verse: how can one love what they cannot see?
See what they do not seek? Everyday another centimeter deeper
Into the depths of love I go; knowing, that I am not alone....
A friend of the outcast, what a wonderful thought and dream!
This bread for the heart and nourishment for the Soul ~
The crippled, blind, lost, alone; obese, but to whom and nerds and geeks???
Julie Bristow called my humble self Sir Galahad once but, twas a joke
Ah, but to be so gallant....
Cut by the knife and here comes my chance and, considering
Eternity, inside of their beautiful eyes and precious lives ~
A full tank of oxygen, tropical waters, white sands and misfits; myself!?
Looking at them all now amid these splendors, more brilliant their colours
Than the heavens which paint the sky and their laughter, tis a symphony
These melodies; rising their resounding within the land of broken toys....
But broken unto whom? Makes me smile, makes me cry, but not for long ~
I haven't got the time is what I used think until one day, I died; borne inside?!
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....“A Friend of The Outcast” *
Note: Smile ~ “Another Repo * The Winter of 06/07 ~ `Love, Always,`” John!:) ~
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