Cloves

I stand within a sunny glade
the gentle hands of a cool breeze bade
Majestic white hart to step from the brush
onto wildflowers softly crushed
oh it smells so sweetly

That Ring

My heart was in that ring
and when you gave it to me
I held it dear
and kept it near
til like all my dreams
I had to give back that ring
because your love for me was as dead
as your words inside my head

nam

Jungle cries
saucer eyes
elephant grass
gunshot pass
trembling fear
death is near

Nearby scream
please be a dream
falling rain
searing pain
bright light
then blackest night

life

Life is like a wheel
spinning round and round
and if I stop to think of it
my life comes crashing down

My Shangri-la

Absolute perfection
never a rejection
green fields and pure blue skies
and always and answer to every "why?"
never hunger, never war
never anything to want for
Love and friendship everlasting
A social play with perfect casting
Trade for deed and deed for trade
Anything needed can be made
And underneathe te brilliant sun
Children old and young can run
carefree

Music

Music fills the soul
Makes me whole
Soothing
Moving
Sweet release
Never let the music cease

O'er the Grave of the One I Love

In this place of the departed
they come and call, the broken hearted
longing for all that has passed
Easing with the growing grass


Oh Ancient Willow must you weep
and such a lonely vigil keep
O'er the grave of the one I love?


Monumental flowers, grass
nothing in this world was meant to last
Eroding away, growing, dying
Hear the trees, hear their sighing


Oh Ancient Willow how can you keep
all sense of form, yet weep
O'er the grave of the one I love?


A meadow lark singing prettily
A sunny day your eulegy
I will dream of you and continue on
Remembering you with every dawn


Oh Ancient Willow do you still weep
in place of one who has moved on?

Yet know that within my heart I keep
Watch o'er the memory of the one I love

The snow has settled on your face
with bared hand i disturb your place
And wipe away the cold white mark
That covered your name, that covered my heart

Oh Ancient Willow weep anew
you who have been faithful and true
Watching o'er the grave of the one I love



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Coffee Cup

There's a person in my coffee cup
my coffee cup
MY coffee cup
it seems I have no luck

Everytime I look down she's there
Preening locks of beautiful hair
But not more beautiful than mine... so there!

And she's pretty thin... but not thinner than I
This coffee cups circumfrence is larger than my thigh
I wonder if she's ready to die... of envy.

All I ever see is her face
and her hand as she runs it 'cross her cheek
It seems she's ready to speak
At last! the due that is my place
So I lean my ear close to her face

She looked at me and stated primly
"You want to know what I see?"
"I'm everything you'll never be."

After that I switched to tea.


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Gone

I do believe I've gone insane

It was all I could do to stop the pain

Tellmy mother I love her

for now I'm above her

playing my harp upon cherubim wings



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Storm

Plip Plop, Drip Drop
Listen to the rustling leaves
Pitter Patter, Split and Splatter
Wind whispering secrets to the trees

Whirling Twirling, Hither 'n Tither
Dueling dance of wind and rain
Rising falling, sprinning grinning
Resting briefly on my pane

Flying sighing, slowly dying
Hear the rumbling call of death
Seconding echoing, crash 'n flash
One bolt of light and one last breath

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Too Late

you've gone and left me
and know I wonder how
you think that I'll be fine
but I'm really losing my mind

you think that I'm okay
but I tell you there's no way
to escape this living hell
Things get better, so they tell

you see it in my eyes
to me it's no surprise
I'm as dead as dead could be
all because you believed

those little lies I told
I must be good I had you sold
I tried not to make you worry
not to force you to hurry

but my time now has run dry
I've no more tears to cry
Alone here I am laying
dying while I'm praying

God Save Him... it's too late for me.

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Dragonfly Wings

Everything fades
the dust of dreams
on glistening soft
dragonfly wings...


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Flaxen Haired Maiden

I once knew a man suffering unrequitted love
For a flaxen haired maiden or so he told
with eyes that shone like the stars above
her value to him was beyond all earth's gold

And his love ran deep I knew
for his heart spoke to me true
who could this be with flaxen hair and skin so fair
to capture his heart and hold it there?

Unanswering his heartfelt pleas
oh I wondered who this could be
to cruelly cause of him such a mess
so I made him describe his princess

Flaxen hair an angel he said
with eyes that shone like the stars overhead
smooth as satin her skin he did dream
and perfect this creature he described did seem

Then started he from his revere
and oh so curiously looked at me
and his eyes did twinkle mischieviously

As he felt my flaxen hair
and touched my hand with skin so fair
he looked into my eyes and did tell
so saying to me, "Hello, My Angel"

Is that really what he sees? How is it that this came to be?
that this flaxen hair angel he spoke of was me?
that I was the one who captured his heart
and kept it there to tear it apart

Such a nobel creature to suffer after me
and wish did i to set him free
so I did what I could I threw open the door
telling him "between you and me there can never be more"

He did naught as I though and start a new page
instead he stayed inside his heart's cage
Saying "I'll love you until the end of time,
"One day I'll find you and make you mine..."

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