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Soon you will return Time make ready my head and hands To anoint lips and fingers with nectar Purify word and deed Re-open and make ready the heart Soon you will return I will cup my hands Dip them in the water Drink deep I will quench your thirst Soon you will return I will gather wheat With fingers break bread Let my hands be your Holy Grail They long to feed your hunger once again

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Dec 8, 2013

Dec 8, 2013 at 4:48 PM UTC

Soon You Will Return

Soon you will return Time make ready my head and hands To anoint lips and fingers with nectar Purify word and deed Re-open and make ready the heart Soon you will return I will cup my hands Dip them in the water Drink deep I will quench your thirst Soon you will return I will gather wheat With fingers break bread Let my hands be your Holy Grail They long to feed your hunger once again

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Fall in love ... No I shall rise in love Like the tide to the moon Sweeping up Facing toward Releasing all that I am Into that sweet gravitational pull Yes ... Rising in Love And high time I dare say High tide time

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Dec 3, 2013

Dec 3, 2013 at 8:06 PM UTC

Like the Tide to the Moon

Fall in love ... No I shall rise in love Like the tide to the moon Sweeping up Facing toward Releasing all that I am Into that sweet gravitational pull Yes ... Rising in Love And high time I dare say High tide time

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Do you ever want to run? Run hard? Breathing and panting yourself all over the space around you As far as your breath can reach Claim it as your own Your new found Kingdom Yes! YOUR KINGDOM Oooh to be alone Away from prying eyes Long since dead to genuine curiosity They will never know who you are or what you love or desire Where is depth? Why remain in the shallows? Ankle deep living drowns

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Sep 10, 2013

Sep 10, 2013 at 10:04 PM UTC

Ankle Deep Living Drowns

Do you ever want to run? Run hard? Breathing and panting yourself all over the space around you As far as your breath can reach Claim it as your own Your new found Kingdom Yes! YOUR KINGDOM Oooh to be alone Away from prying eyes Long since dead to genuine curiosity They will never know who you are or what you love or desire Where is depth? Why remain in the shallows? Ankle deep living drowns

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Dig deep Excavate your life and the lives of those who moved you Sleep, eat and dance with the bones of your story Its sinews and flesh Know it by heart and then adorn its naked flesh as you wish Be brave then, light a fire and share with all who will listen Time to be with those who gather You are a part of the world's legend Take your rightful place at the fire

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Sep 2, 2013

Sep 2, 2013 at 5:17 AM UTC

The Story

Dig deep Excavate your life and the lives of those who moved you Sleep, eat and dance with the bones of your story Its sinews and flesh Know it by heart and then adorn its naked flesh as you wish Be brave then, light a fire and share with all who will listen Time to be with those who gather You are a part of the world's legend Take your rightful place at the fire

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Hinged in the middle is their wagging tongue Tirelessly sharing all that you've done With any ear that will bend its way Hoping to turn a double play To gain sympathy and have their legend live on Oh! What a triumph for a wagging tongue And although it's irksome to be the target of malice In any situation there can be found solace Hinged tongues delight in the breaking apart The details that might conflict are omitted from the start But (pay attention this is the good part) In the midst of all that flurry of tongue and ear The wheat from chaff also becomes quite clear So, pay attention, watch and see Who's left standing next to thee It's not your business anyway, the stuff an injured tongue has to say Choose to put it behind you today. Head high, walk away. For the barbed tongue will always stay busy And you mustn't indulge in an egocentric tizzy Let them rob the graves of memories put to rest Invest in the living! Fuel the dreams that lie in your breast.

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Sep 1, 2013

Sep 1, 2013 at 3:56 PM UTC

Wagging Tongues

Hinged in the middle is their wagging tongue Tirelessly sharing all that you've done With any ear that will bend its way Hoping to turn a double play To gain sympathy and have their legend live on Oh! What a triumph for a wagging tongue And although it's irksome to be the target of malice In any situation there can be found solace Hinged tongues delight in the breaking apart The details that might conflict are omitted from the start But (pay attention this is the good part) In the midst of all that flurry of tongue and ear The wheat from chaff also becomes quite clear So, pay attention, watch and see Who's left standing next to thee It's not your business anyway, the stuff an injured tongue has to say Choose to put it behind you today. Head high, walk away. For the barbed tongue will always stay busy And you mustn't indulge in an egocentric tizzy Let them rob the graves of memories put to rest Invest in the living! Fuel the dreams that lie in your breast.

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He brings me coffee in the morning White flowers in the noon Whispers poetry by moonlight I love the way he spoons ~ me He looks in my eyes when I talk Holds me when I weep Never tells me not to cry Protects me as I sleep He loves me And he is my friend Friendship on Fire Friendship on Fire He loves me And he is my friend Friendship on Fire Friendship on Fire

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Aug 12, 2013

Aug 12, 2013 at 3:49 PM UTC

Friendship On Fire

He brings me coffee in the morning White flowers in the noon Whispers poetry by moonlight I love the way he spoons ~ me He looks in my eyes when I talk Holds me when I weep Never tells me not to cry Protects me as I sleep He loves me And he is my friend Friendship on Fire Friendship on Fire He loves me And he is my friend Friendship on Fire Friendship on Fire

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One last try? And where might that be hidden? What if all those last try's have been spent? One last try? You ask this so nonchalantly Like you're simply asking for one more slice of bread One last try...Well let me tell you When last I reached for it When last I tried to grasp... ...Like sand ~ like water it slipped through my hopeful fingers

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Aug 6, 2013

Aug 6, 2013 at 5:43 PM UTC

One Last Try

One last try? And where might that be hidden? What if all those last try's have been spent? One last try? You ask this so nonchalantly Like you're simply asking for one more slice of bread One last try...Well let me tell you When last I reached for it When last I tried to grasp... ...Like sand ~ like water it slipped through my hopeful fingers

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Lazy Sunday Pouring down over me A preacher's blessing Pancakes and hot coffee Oh lazy Sunday Do you know You're exactly what I need Oh lazy Sunday Keep pouring your love down over me Lazy Sunday Flowing through my window My curtains dancing Radio soft and low Oh lazy Sunday Do you know You're exactly what I need Oh lazy Sunday Keep pouring your love down over me Keep pouring your love Down Over Me

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Jul 15, 2013

Jul 15, 2013 at 3:41 PM UTC

Lazy Sunday

Lazy Sunday Pouring down over me A preacher's blessing Pancakes and hot coffee Oh lazy Sunday Do you know You're exactly what I need Oh lazy Sunday Keep pouring your love down over me Lazy Sunday Flowing through my window My curtains dancing Radio soft and low Oh lazy Sunday Do you know You're exactly what I need Oh lazy Sunday Keep pouring your love down over me Keep pouring your love Down Over Me

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The girl in the glass Sought beyond her beaten path And found another girl Just beyond the glass Searching as well The one looking into the other Hesitant but curious Wary but eager

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Jul 15, 2013

Jul 15, 2013 at 3:39 PM UTC

Just Beyond the Glass

The girl in the glass Sought beyond her beaten path And found another girl Just beyond the glass Searching as well The one looking into the other Hesitant but curious Wary but eager

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*Pain swallowed And swallowed hard Taking all reason Taking all compassion Taking all soul Till there was nothing left Except the crumbling shell of what once was Despite all the ghostly protesting to the contrary Pain had won the prize And sat contented with a full belly*

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Jun 28, 2013

Jun 28, 2013 at 10:24 AM UTC

Swallowed Whole

*Pain swallowed And swallowed hard Taking all reason Taking all compassion Taking all soul Till there was nothing left Except the crumbling shell of what once was Despite all the ghostly protesting to the contrary Pain had won the prize And sat contented with a full belly*

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