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Sorry old man, I think you thought that I would stay
Look after your girl like no other man, like only you can
I thought I would, but in the end
i couldnt stay, couldnt sway her that i cared
could say that i was scared
could split my infinitives
curl in a ball i feel so small
that i have failed you so
i could see in your eyes
I was so high to be approved
so close to you so accepted
you dont know how good that was
that you would trust me, and now ive bust me
dont look me the in the eye again
dont trust me with her care
she dont need me, got love to spare
i got other fish to fry, but i cant lie
i need her all the more
why did you have to trust me
betroth her with your eyes
make me see her need
where she lies
where you now lie, in your shelterd tree
Of a loves dog that died, what a dog, what a love
Don't want to drink till it hurts no more
But I cant sleep without some more
Don't want to smoke till the pain subsides
But maybe it will untangle my insides
Don't want to lose you, don't want you to agree
Just gonna get outa my tree
if I could have it back
All the time that we wasted
I'd only waste it again

If I could have it back
All that time we got wasted
I'd only get wasted again
It doesn't work when trying to rhyme
To mix the words of valentine
To cross the miles and pass the time
Until once more you are mine
And into to your arms again to climb
When touch and eyes can words refine
Warm bodies in the cold house of lime
Rekindle flames of feeling, taste lips of wine
Till I find my hearts true entwine
And you will be my woodsmoke valentine
The "Lime house" is a ramshackle near derilict barn my lover and I camped in on a cold winters night.
What do these guys think they are doing,
coming to our lands, killing and terrorising us?  
Whilst I hear the words of the Koran from their mouths,
it must be obvious that these guys are just foot soldiers, trained, indoctrinated, fired like missiles.  
Its not these guys we need to worry about, but the system that creates them.  
I am sure that at the top are political and financially motivated organisations that use these guys to further their political and financial aims.  
Bin Laden at least seemed to wear the "hair shirt" of his views - I wonder how many of the rest of supposedly Islamic leaders do this,
rather than line there pockets with the spoils of war and terrorism,
feed on and revel in the power they gain through violence.  


What do these guys think they are doing, coming to our lands,
killing and terrorising us?  
Whilst I hear the words of the bible from their mouths,
it must be obvious that these guys are just foot soldiers, trained, indoctrinated, fired like missiles.  
Its not these guys we need to worry about, but the system that creates them.  
I am sure that at the top are political and financially motivated organisations that use these guys to further their political and financial aims.  
Obama at least seemed to wear the "hair shirt" of his views - I wonder how many of the rest of our supposedly "democratic" leaders do this,
rather than line there pockets with the spoils of war and terrorism,
feed on and revel in the power they gain through violence.
OK not a poem :(
Water woman floats in her sea
Siren calling to something deep in me
******* buoyed by the enveloping tide
Cats cradle arms hold to me inside

Waves of passions and tides of merge
Waters of our bodies mingle on the verge
Of dissolving our dreams to sensual motion
Found and loss our own warm ocean

Quiet my soul, carry me home to your far shores
Quench my thirst, soak through my pores
Make my dreams float, drown my sorrow
Water woman, water woman, if only tomorrow
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