I watched
A Cornish chough,
Flying so Cornish high,
Over Cornish cliffs,
In a Cornish sky,
All Cornish observations,
Made by my Cornish eye.
I watched
The Cornish sun,
Masked by a Cornish cloud,
I thought my Cornish thoughts,
My Cornish thoughts were loud,
I viewed the Cornish landscape,
And I felt so Cornish proud.
I watched
The Cornish waves,
Roll into the Cornish bay,
I saw the Cornish sunset,
At the end of another Cornish day,
For I am forever Cornish,
And forever Cornish I will stay ...
Here lies our dear friend Clive
Never again will he drink and drive
4-11-19
you stood tall
you was our wall
it was time fall
heaven made the call
it was plain
you stood by man
with a plan
you both did your thing
you will for ever
live in our heads
THO YOUR DEAD
ATTRIBUTE
TO CLIVE RIGHTS KING
it wasn't just a dream
you had too be mean
stand tall
backs against the wall
it now still has the sound
say don't lay down
to the lords will
CLIVE RIGHTS LIVES
Struggle.
How easily we could avoid that perpetually mundane institution.
But we subject ourselves to it.
Day in and day out.
Waking to wrathful conflict, flagellating our psyches with sick,
venomous passion.
What to do what to do what to do
Imagine a situation.
Imagine that situation resolved and forgotten.
Between those two statements lies the answer, in one word.
We'll never know that word.
Most of us take comfort in that.
Now, imagine a world with meaning, truth, and a clear path.
Choices that make themselves, codes of honor to uphold.
This should be ideal.
And to some, it is.
But I do not exist in the same illustrious kingdom as
Those.
Standing outside the walls, I realize I must make my own way.
I loathe this fact daily.
We search, and search, some find, some give up.
Others... reevaluate.
What is the place for the reevaluators?
not so lone ago
on the road i know
i was there
we were everywhere
no doudt it was race rout
to make change
some say we were insane
walking day and night
i remember
RELIVING CLIVE RIGHTS
tho its years pass
some we ran out of gas
no doudt
the shots ran out
hard to forget
my minds not at rest
still has its stack on the rack
with
CLIVE RIGHTS FLASH BACK
some or insane
to thinks this a game
been to much pain
for us to gain
and stil need the lords will
to have a brigher light
there still fught for hope
CLIVE RIGHTS NO JOKE
it was know play
thinking of that day
on the hiway
those had lot to say
for todays change
he wasn't insane
tho some say repent
IT WAS THE
CLIVE RIGHTS MOVEMENT
he taught us
get out of the dust
if you must
in his god to trust
he was for rights
brown black or white
some say he was insane
they call him the king
of the peace preacher
he was a
CLIVE RIGHTS TEACHER
you were born
the world wasn't torn
be you me too
there those who stood tall
they were strong as wall
some had to fall
just to have the tools
for a better school
theyer fought day and night
so we could see the lights
THE
STORY OF CLIVE RIGHTS
some was name king
he made his name
some was name
john he was know pond
my repect he won
had brother name robert
re fuse to stop us
let us move as we choose
than there were jerker
who did't like
THOSES CLIVE RIGHTS WORKERS
Good ole Clive is only 67,
an going for a rest,
signed himself in to a mad house,
4 bed swapping it seems best,
Clive's been hanging with a shiela,
leccy trike she rides about,
handicapped is Ophelia?
nope, she has it all worked out.
Taxi driver and a street kid,
some of the boyfriends of Ophelia,
with Clive on the side, yes 3 to ride,
subtle cards, i have to deal ya,
so for a rest i did suggest,
might be more in the field of play?
signed him in,
banging in the wheelie bin,
yet love does find a way.
Don
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