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Brendan Sansome May 2015
If my thoughts were like blossoms they'd drift away.  Lifted on the air to float off to the distance.  I would remain rooted, grounded but blissfully weightless.

Choices are paths of determination, routing life from cradle to grave.  Roads of decision and bravery lead to fulfilment.  Roads of indecision and cowardry lead to regret.
Yenson Jan 2022
The precious gift of a spirit that transcends the flesh
radiant in the sublime gravitas of the honoured
incomparable worthy attest the cache of bloodline
the eagle of all seasons sees no famine in deserts' sun
in chivalry and courage a brave knows you stand alone
in callous cowardry knaves seeks hides in maidens robes
and in fakery weak imposters seek the communion of fools
cloaking with honeyed words the poltroons devious desires
seeking releases in the benign oases of the canals and wantons
we stand by truth and grace in love and life embracing nobility
we are fore first defined by the essence of self and real character
and in solid state know that for real amoureux like will find like
we know our father and I am my fathers son I am unfazed I am a one

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