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Pampus grass
And childhood
Ahh, mischief
More than good
A day with my
Toes in the sand
Paying no attention
To words of man
Gazing out eyes and
Mind on adventures grand
In the open sea
CHILDHOOD
The most
Amazing
Mischief
To be
I was thinking
I take myself far too seriously

And
then we laughed
The dawn has woken to its pleasure
Same as yesterday and day before
There is no sun to sing a gentle warmth
Just layers and crusts of frosts meddle
Rambling with cold and fine intentions
Same as yesterday and day before
There is no wind to ****** any sense
Just  shatters of thin ice and frozen peddles
Mumbling a worded imposition
Same as yesterday and day before
Ohh, the moon has cased its gesture
Just right at the socketed loony disposition
Same as yesterday and day before
The dawn has woken to its pleasure
It's a beautiful day with a divine rhythm. Life remains beautiful......
Pulling off my scarf
letting it drape like a resignation
across the back of a chair
The sun is setting
the room is dim
and almost orange –  and is
sometimes lonely
in its loss of day

I think of you now –  

and then

We were walking with our arms around each other

Always...

through the Boston Common
The air drizzled
with late-winter
melts
the cobbles
wet
The sounds of our steps
go on –  

Forever....

I turn to hang my coat

Night replaces you again
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Remembering a night from the winter if 1970.  I was only 20.
It was only a moment, and perhaps it could only have been a moment, to have so captured eternity.

For Steve K
I feel like river water.
And I don’t belong to stagnancy,
yet I’m caught in a lake.

•••

I’m destined
to move silt and sediment.
And overturn
submerged pebbles
so they won’t see
the green of moss.

I’m meant to surge
and eat into banks
so I could be split -
to make more of me...

My reach would extend
far and wide -
like scraggly fingers
grabbing at the
face of the earth.

My energy channelling
through careless forks
and into slimmer branches.


•••

My soul is river water....
And my heart renounces
the throne to idleness.

Yet I am,
but a lake.
You are more than my lover,
You are also my best friend,
We both know this connection,
Will never come to an end.

The love we share is stronger,
Than concrete, or even steel,
No harsh words or argument,
Could ever change the way I feel.

The bond we have is solid,
My heart at last is protected,
Unshakeable passion in your
Eyes is what I see reflected.

A mirror to my own feelings,
It's strange to look into your soul,
And see the same scars I'm made of,
Plus the things that make me whole.

Now a flame is ignited,
Where there once was a spark,
Lighting up a part of me,
I was sure would always be dark.

The way you understand the world,
And what makes it spin around,
Reminds me again why you are,
The anchor to which I am bound.

The energy flowing between,
Our two hearts will never sever,
For the first time I believe,
Love really could last forever.
I'm in love and I can't believe it.
What do you think? Constructive criticism is appreciated!
They tell me I am powerless

Listen to the blue bird

There is no need we are conserved

My voice is undisturbed

We can read

We aren’t this helpless *******

We are mighty and this it

The  proclamation to world of devastation

We’re invested

Our mind deserves a revelation

Awake to the curse

To be heard

We are  not young and dumb

We are the next generation

It is our time to be heard

Watch out we are about to be unearthed
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