Each time I arrive at my sweet country home,
I travel country roads.
With the sweet air and free feeling,
It’s hard not to be thankful for what where I’ve grown.
The sun seems to always shine upon my face.
My heart forever feels at ease.
And there’s that perfect spot on the hill,
where you can always catch the breeze
Those spiked thorns of sweet gum balls
cause a sprawl
and sprained ankle, close calls
Sour my day, sweet gum balls
curse you! so ill befalls!
Once and for all,
no sweet, no sweet gum balls-poison befalls
your innocent victims, poisonous, vicious, thorny, balls!
Aching as the dim light awakens me.
If only hearts were larger than the mind.
Bleeding for what will never be.
At days end, wrenched to pieces that are key
To having sweet release from what I find.
Aching as the dim light awakens me.
Stained, my love unfit with appetency;
Seeking sweet release; faltered faith in mind.
Bleeding for what will never be.
Dancing in the fire of illicit plea;
willfully chastised for pretending blind.
Aching as the dim light awakens me.
Bound by chafing chains, perpetually;
Suffering, by my hand, for that which binds.
Bleeding for what will never be.
Beating through the ache, marked to set me free;
Quelled by unwholesome thoughts and intertwined.
Aching as the dim light awakens me.
Torturing every fiber of my being;
Stabbing with ferocity redesigned.
Bleeding for what will never be.
Faint, and dying still, mind and heart agree;
Forever bound within these chains I’ll be.
Aching as the dim light awakens me.
Bleeding for what will never be.
The Bard’s Lament
Her silken locks are auburn hued
Her smile, with day’s long toils subdued
Her gait, as water smoothly flowing
Her form is God’s transcendence showing
As sweet the sound of placid streams
Her voice resounding in my dreams
She is Summer, from recent Spring
Still blooming, growing fragrant things
While I am Autumn, nearing cold
Grasping youth, while growing old
Time is cruel, my dreadful foe
Against it, I’ll not victory know
My fate I ne’ertheless embrace
Providence has revealed my place
A character in life’s sweet play
I’ve selected my own role to play
But if the script were mine to write
Would I arise to other heights
Or would I look back and wish to be
That man I am, God chose for me
So, though our hearts will never blend
I’ll hold her as my cherished friend.
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