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Cecil Miller Oct 3
Love is a moth drawn by a flame,
A sensation turned to pain,
A feeling that cannot abide
Far deep down inside
Where the secrets
Hide from the light of day.

Love is an order I must obey
No matter who the captain may be.
I surrendered my heart
To what lies at the part,
The source of all art
As it basks in the light of day.

Under no stone unturned
Does a yearning there burn.
With never a pause
I belong to a cause.
Life begins when
The soul gives in.

Love in a lion that covets the lamb
And seeks to bring him in the pride,
But never too boastful to turn him away
When can be heard voices on the wind,
That challenge the breeze,
Not in the face of some society.

Love is a refuge, but only for two.
No matter how bright gold will shine.
No other light can shine near as bright,
So keep thoughts of riches out of your mind.
What is will be, so let it be.
Let the song of love ring free.
Surrender your heart
To what lies at the part,
The source of all art.
Basks in the light of day.

Love is emotion that runs out of control,
That takes over, controls.
Sometimes there is reason,
But often no rhyme,
No season nor cadence.
It lies at the part,
Is the source of all art.
Abides in the shadows,
Works like the ox,
Is shrewd like the fox,
Basks in the light of day.
Cecil Miller May 27
Untrue

There's an answer that I'd like to know,
But you don't have to tell me so.
Forgive me if I need forgiving.
Do you need forgiving?

Have you been untrue?
Have you been untrue?

I never see you round the courtyard.
We used to meet there every single day.
Is there a reason you don't want to see me?
I know your schedule hasn't change.

Have you been untrue?
Have you been untrue?

You used to walk right by my side,
And hold my hand throughout the day.
I wonder why you now avoid me?
Why is it now you stay away?

Have you been untrue?
Have you been untrue?
A little song about being a lovelorn teen-ager(though I am way past that stage in life)
I wrote in about three minutes
Cecil Miller May 17
Why the **** would I want to sign a card to wish Trump any kind of a birthday when that fat **** is responsible for so much death by ignoring health officials?

I know that adds are needed to keep the site up, but can't there be a little discression. Politics do not unite us. They divide us.
Cecil Miller May 2
A small white house,
A slamming screen,
A dusty yard
With tatters of green.
In-and-out,
Out I stand.
Seeing and knowing
Who I am.
I am a child.
The sky is clear.
Running, and voices,
That are not clear.
In this memory
I know your name.
I don't yet speak.
I know I love you.
This is about my first memory of my older brother. We weren't raised together. Though we had inly met a few times before he died, I still loved him as if he had always been in my life.
Cecil Miller May 2
In this moment when I find
The time to picture you
In lace and white chiffon,

I can almost see as clearly
As the day we said our vows,
When no cloud would dare to cast upon.

Ours seemed to be the only shadows,
And the powder blue sky was gleaming
Like an oracle in your eyes.

To all the universe we proclaimed
Forever, not another name nor hand
Would be yours or mine.

You were called to Eden,
or to Heaven or to where all angels go.
I remained here alone, and grieving,
But as it will, on; my life would go.

I somehow know you approve,
I feel it, how you understand.
How she makes me feel, it's not the same,
But pure in another way.

I never could replace you,
And you know I'll love you always,
But it's time for your memory
To give my hand away.

No the yellow sun is shining,
And the guests are nearly pining
For event, a nuptual recital - she and me.

Faithful I shall be to her,
As faithful as you always were,
And honest as a good husband should be.

Perhaps she will not betray my love, and Leave my side to take the hand of shadow, as did you

Beyond the sparse hedgerow of near tomorrow, I cannot tell what is to come.

******* it, anyway...
And bless this union in the sight of these,
Thy congregation.
I have no idea who the hell I was when I wrote this one.
Cecil Miller May 2
Hoosegow

Get down in time,
With Clemintine,
You'll have a chicken,
Sausage, feta omlett,

At breakfast time,
Or when the water's fine,
When it's time to go,
You gotta do what you can to...

Get, get, get, get, get, get, get.
If they are against you they will lose that
Bet, bet, bet, bet, bet, bet, bet.
Each for his own,
Each king his own.
Every rolling stone,
Gets down in the hoosegow.
Just something I've been working up. It's sort of my answer to Jailhouse Rock
Cecil Miller May 2
I see you changed your tune
Fast as phazes of the moon

So true,
That you

Should-a seen it comin',
Should-a heard the hummin

Right through,
Bright blue...


Must-a been my voodoo
Cause I sure did do it to you.

Oh you,
You're through.

You're through.

Must-a been my voodoo
Cause I sure did do it to you.

Oh you,
You're through

I can cross the river
'Bout-a any time I feel.
Nothing's gonna be a break
A-slowing down my wheel.
I'm gonna take you out
Any time I want
And it won't cost a pretty dime
Because inside of you, I haunt.
I have a few brief pieces of verse to post this morning. I hope they get read.
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