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| ... Love Child Gentle child, Let me be with you a while, Just let me try; You'll see what I can be. Quiet child, Let me walk with you a while. For only you I'll walk a pace behind; All will see the queen you are to me. Hay child, Let me hold you for a while. Let me be the one That's in your dreams. Please child, Let me love you for a while. Hold my beaten hand in yours So I can see. Child, none can ever equal, My Passiondale for thee. |
| ... Gone Mum I fought what's called sleep again; Rolled in pain through all the night. No reason for me to dream; Without ease to feel alright. I woke once more this morning, Empty hope my only sight. The angels won't believe me; God gone mum again outright. I should have been your lover. Hard I prept to be your dream. But my cold nights are horror; Salty tears are much to real. Cold sweat is mine forever. I vomit more than should be. Days are a dwindling number; I could have been your lover. Now God's face is mine to see; Hallowed silence, soon I'll sleep. |
| ... Scared Will it make you scared If in raw manner I say to you, Why it seems so weird; This anguished passion's truth? Crisp, cold frost, hangs in the air; Warm breath seeps from you there. That warmth enriches me where Your sweet love holds my hand in care. Scrunching snow shadows you, Can you hear it as I do? Soft footprints pace like a grand tattoo. Cold nights to come; true love see's you. My words taught long ago are few; A simple verse I write for you. On frosty day's your warmth draws near, Your breath majestic; my life is there. I beg you do not fear; Has this verse made you scared? |
| ... "Do not take thought for your persons or your properties, but first and chiefly to care about the greatest improvement of the soul. I tell you that the virtue is not given by money, but that from virtue come money and every other good of man, public as well as private... The difficulty, my friends, is not in avoiding death, but in avoiding unrighteousness; for that runs faster than death." - Socrates |
| ... Trying to rationalize our situation The images and happenings of the past. In silence... |
| ... Lost youth while still a boy Drained innocence, wonder soiled. In dank dire the rank muck sticks; Cursing with vile, lost words released. |
| ... Why did you let that stinking man through? She didn't touch him and neither should you! Innocent girl brighter than stars Your wonder shades dark his sniveling bark! |
| ... Picking Stars The brilliant stars above the trees, I will share with you. I can pick each one from the night sky; In my hands you'll gaze. Each star a speck of you; Brilliant female haze. Lost in which I move my days, Counting moments to see your grace. I beg to be a slave that's yours, Picking stars to prove my worth. To burn my hands each single one I'll keep taking them from the night sky So you will see I do not lie. Love far gone past infinite reels My only desire - To know what love feels. As I place these stars before your feet You'll see each, my scars complete; Please hold my hand as I fall. |
| ... Thoughtfulness is the beginning of great sanctity. If you learn this art of being thoughtful, you will become more and more Christlike, for His heart was meek and always thought of others. - Mother Teresa |
| ... So many people cry about tomorrow, Stark anguish grips with might those living there. Pacing time searching for the Angels, Intimate Light on them everywhere. |
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