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Saturday, 02 February 2008

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    a prelude of confusion
    merely mirrored illusions
    a mock up of how we all should feel
    a tint of mass incursion
    a silly simple diversion
    something with which that we all deal

    a hint of all forth coming
    a tallied debt is summing
    a toll that's finally come to due
    for when the piper comes to play
    we all have to pay
    to dance with chance
    the way we do


     

Thursday, 31 January 2008

Thursday, 27 October 2005

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    And even so, there you go

    Such is this thing called life

    On and on until we’re gone

    And finished with all this strife

    And to those we leave behind us

    Forever they must endure

    For there are those, that I suppose

    A future we must ensure

    But I leave it to those who are stronger

    To pave the way ahead

    A living trust, it is I must

    Carry to my deathbed.

Sunday, 16 October 2005

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    A moment of indiscretion,
    bad choices sometimes made.
    And all the plans that run afoul,
    by mice and men are laid.

    And there within the moment,
    eternity comes to pass.
    And so the woes,
    of those sorrow filled souls,
    that always come in mass.

    And I, I seek the comfort,
    within this world I’ve built.
    To stand upon tomorrows dawn,
    and free myself of guilt.

    But alas I find,
    no such kind.
    No forgiveness within my grasp.
    And thus my sin,
    is hidden here in,
    behind this lock and hasp.

Friday, 14 October 2005

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    Ominous thoughts are ever forbidden
    naïve words in essence is hidden

    A plead of faith so to ensure

    A tempt and a stagger as if to endure

    The blood and the sweat
    from thy flesh and thy bone
    like a sharp edge of sadness
    that time did well hone

    A claret of pain

    A cobalt of sorrow

    A saffron of sunshine
    to jade tomorrow

    An earth worn worry
    you now water down
    like a fire that burns
    on the air all around

    To the smoke that rises
    Like the morning’s mist
    To play upon words I couldn’t resist

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