amid the sad squalls of young cries and the seagulls
there amid the jubilee
came from a siren a song
saying singing
let her cries make me
strong
dear lord
like a hymn a black revival
take me now
I am ripe ready
have seen the worst
the vile the man hanging
from the noose
just a young man
had nothing did nothing wrong
then
came that sound
again
if I give up
it is gonna happen again
take me then
to the fight to
the instance and let me die there
I will not let the future
be like this
and it sang
and some died and the song
still resounds
in this day and time
chords off key and discordant
yet haunting
me

somewhere there beyond the night
behind the bright sunshine
in the middle of  the field
where the cornstalks stood and the wheat waves still
stand in the blue light the red night
the white
clouds is a dream
of America
and no man not one
can
take away the fastness
the strength the two hundred years
of welcoming
of free speech
of immigrants awaking in a land free
to her hand above
holding that
torch for
we are America,
let us remember that.

by the window
I stood yesterday
awaiting
her to come back
I prayed to see
her on the horizon
i waited from
sunup
to sundown
and never caught a glimpse
I stand today again
at the window crying

on a walk down the river
midst the cross creek amongst
the tangled webs of overgrowth
there by the brook trickling
the willows leaves waving
the brambles grabbing
the soft sound of water
rambling
to a destiny
I heard a song one day
barefoot and young and indisposed
to elders or society
influences
and thought it magical
and beauty
and heard the grateful grins
of serendipity
I think

I must say that life is good as it drains away
took me a while
to fully realize her beauty in her pain
her smile in all her cries
the softness in the hard refrains
all the good in the days
i saw as wasted
time
life plays no games
it comes around
and slaps you in the face
sometimes
wakes you from
that dream
you sleep
within
gets lost in
awake and dreams  but
the real thing
you'll see too
one day
then realize
how much you've
saw
and seen

a book of a certain size,                                                             some prefer content and romance.

having moved things around                                                    the cat finds contentment near the

books on mental health.



she said it is especially nice for children.                              i think everybody, yet do not reply.





the cat has aspergers,

the dog is black.   the

case is               finally

diagnosed.         she is

married              again.

the dvds are in alpha

betical order         tidy.



to get out again you must press the big button. most people forget until all the     pushing

fails. is this helpful? probably for some it is ,                        while others pay 30p for printing.





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