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And the yule log still burns, Amidst the blackened coals, Triumph is in the air, The flames of new things to come, Gone blank we reach for more, Reaching high into paths of unknown, Telling secrets, truths, lies, Above our gentle home. |
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| Inspired by a Song Thrush 010109 | |
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And so it is the first of a new year, And time not standing still, Ice in the bucket, grey in the sky, The pale, the birds and the will, To carry me and you forth to, Fogotten - better place, The 1st of a year & last of a dream, Begotten in your trancient face. Nias-LA2 at www.v7music.com |
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| Abstinence is bad? | |
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You will know when the end is nigh, I guess because you will feel it’s mercy, Whilst in solitary commitment up north, I took the oath, to be benign, to be resolute, Whilst facing the demons of recession, No-one spoke to me but I listened anyway, Trying to write a wrong each day, Boxes can’t keep out sin, Just a fate can’t delay it’s own calling, Wait . . . . . . . . . . and you die, Time occasions remorse in living, But then again how much of that can we each conceive? So if I became a priest I guess I could be good, But doubtless not a martyr, Cabinet maker – touched by his life, Tell them when the trials begin! Often in dreams we see secrets. |
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| Truth Redemption or floating on a Extra-Ordinary Day Nias-LA2 081217 (Pt. 6) | |
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If I meant I love you, would you seem scared? Tricks are always pointed by visions in my hair, The brain does not diffuse; peace in war time is futureless, So tell no-one what you saw the pea green murder victim, Call the wanderers home as the Texan bus takes the K.K.K., I don’t need this **** so I’ll go out to play……. Relax it’s home I go tomorrow…… …..Truth never was redemption, even on an extra-ordinary day... |
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