Tag Archives: Original

Vestige

The path is straighter than before. I can predict how my footsteps will fall with accuracy, but I must shield my eyes from the light for it is too bright to see what is ahead. I can look back and … Continue reading

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Hardhat

  I think I need a hardhat One that keeps my brain, From the nagging pain Of inconsistent thoughts; from contrary plots that endlessly plunders life from my days. I know I need a hardhat To protect my head From … Continue reading

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In Paddocks Corners

There stands an old petrol pump dulled red in the sun rust spreading grass growing long days growing short, it stands like a expired sentinel outside the old clapboard house with the white picket fence at the crossroads, in Paddock … Continue reading

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Fine Line

there is a fine line drawn across the foundation of life. it places no limit on the pieces of your life that hang out for all to see; exposed, transposed by the air and the collective thoughts we share; but … Continue reading

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Cumulus

How would one float, remote? How would one drift, or shift? Would we just laze along Would our essence be strong Would we need to endure or belong? Or would we just be Cumulus…

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Summertimes Comin’

Summertime’s comin’ – life’s a beach (summer city – summer city) Don’t try the car phone – we’ll be out of reach (such a pity – what a pity) Skateboard, windsurf, tan every day Drive to the beach in my… … Continue reading

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Baby’s been gone

Baby’s been gone Been gone so long I don’t know what to do Or what to get into Place out of time Words out of rhyme I really have nothing left To believe in Words without noise Games without toys … Continue reading

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Quietly Dancing

quietly prancing and quietly dancing the sun pulls it’s rays through her hair lovely singing and faithfully bringing her love as it’s always been there how I love you how I love you how I love you how I love … Continue reading

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