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Month: November 2018

THE SONG REMAINS

Oh my brother
who held the lamp
to my feet,
I shall follow
your song in my
darkness bleak,
yet in that tune
once sung for me
am I complete.

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PAY THE PIPER 5

I sing you a song and write these silent words
My quill, dipped in an unpopular ink, unheard,
The slow over turning of the light preferred.

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PAY THE PIPER 4

The black clock ticks in time with our shallow hearts
In these times of disregard we wear garments dark
The millstone around our necks sets us apart.

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PAY THE PIPER 3

It was an horrendous crime, grotesque and vile
Hammered out in those chambers while we slept awhile
The darkness returns with a murderous smile.

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PAY THE PIPER 2

I write words deep and dark, stained with blood and tears
You put your fingers in your useless eyes and ears
I thought I was talking to someone who cares.

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PAY THE PIPER 1

I sing you a song about all things sweet
Like love and sunshine and friends dancing in the street
And you wave and cheer and you feel so complete.

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THE ENDLESSNESS OF IT ALL

These sleepless nights
and the constant rain,
the waves pushing against the shore,
the work that is still to be done;
this is pouring time into a bag with holes,
nothing ever stops.

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ALL WEATHERS

The touch of sun
on my skin,
the rain
soaking my hair,
my eyes
made tears by the wind;
blue lips,
white snow,
hallowed place,
this to be alive –
gratitude my breath.

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IT’S A CRIME

How long will the killing last,
the child asked,
how long will it be until I see
the stars and feel the fire
in my beating heart?
Forever and never,
they answered it.

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