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Geoffrey Best Poem
There was an old sort of people that once took to the beach
These old sort lived the beach and waited for the sunset
They were old as time itself for they never aged
They were of the beach and the beach was of them
They watched every sunset from time began
It was there eyes that made the sunset come and it was there sleep that brought about the night
They forever watched and always kept everyday holy
One day it was late and they were waiting for the sunset
It did not come and they wept
They disappeared into the night and were never seen again
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Geoffrey Best Poem
Crossed by the throne of Heaven, I took myself down to its early night.
The clock was low over the mantle.
I saw it but that twice.
I felt the aching honor crossing, desperate devious plight.
Heartache became the truth of me, and the shadow was a name.
I knew for once, when hollow hills came to call with names, as gray as summer sun and bathing hearts.
I saw forever what was truth and sorrow.
I knew a name, an ancient name.
Dark hearts named him in an age gone arcane.
I saw his face carved from slate and a heart made from stone.
I knew his name, He knew mine the same, but yet did not look twice, that would make ends, but watched from afar and never knew my face, yet he could feel my breath under my voice, and knew me such the same.
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Geoffrey Best Poem
Another night cumbered on the dazed cornerstone grave.
There goes another one less each wake that goes away.
Here and the great hereafter does not yet take hold.
Sudden that which is cold is true dead sores under toe.
Laugh comes through the echoes of love’s last lost.
Take away morning chill for the better sauce enter to.
Prayer and pray alone along the dark dimly lit sway.
Let not us error unless that Saint Danes come away.
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Geoffrey Best Poem
In a world are wonderstruck beings that are wonderful
They all of a sudden start to be, and are wonderstruck
Wonders are there existence as they are being all so sudden
They grasp at such wonder, but than cease to exist before
They leave messages to others so wonderstruck
Ever and ever they struggle to overcome the wonder
They exist without knowing why they exist
They perceive not knowing what they perceive
They greet each other and chat about wonder
These wonderstruck beings exist
The universe is wonderstruck by them
As they are wonderful
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