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There will come a time when salt becomes sweeter than honey...
When cold frozen nights suddenly become sunny...
When honey that drips from your warm softened lips...
Becomes liquid bliss that I so wish to kiss...

I suppose you would wish that I wrongfully miss...
Miss the sweet bliss that I miss from your kiss...
The bittersweet drops hidden in your sweet kisses...
The kisses that this kid oh so certainly misses....

wave after wave seasons change an the winters fade into the summer sky's ,where the seagulls fly an there hunger cry's like dreamers from a different time ,where dreams never live or never die drifting away it seem far beyond the wildest dreams ,with your eyes close follow the stars nothing else to say drifting away.......

AS I WALKED IN THE FOREST, ONE FINE SUMMERS DAY,
TWIRLING DOWN, CAME THE SEEDS OF A SYCAMORE TREE,
AS THEY SETTLED THEMSELVES, GENTLY DOWN ON THE GROUND,
IN MY MIND, OLD MEMORIES WENT SPINNING AROUND.

I REMEMBERED MY YOUTH, WHEN I WAS QUIET SMALL,
THE OLD SYCAMORE TREE, BY OUR BACK GARDEN WALL,
AT TIMES WHEN NO ONE, WOULD COME PLAY WITH ME,
I CLIMBED TO THE LIMBS, OF THE SYCAMORE TREE.

IT WAS AT SUCH TIMES, ALL THINGS TO ME,
AS I SAT LOOKING OUT THROUGH, ITS GREEN CANOPY,
OVER ITS STOUT LIMBS, MY SMALL LEGS WOULD GO,
AS MY MIND TOOK ME WHERE, ONLY YOUNG KIDS CAN GO.

IT WAS MY COWBOY PONY, AND HE WAS SO WHITE,
AS WE CHASED RED INDIANS, FAR OUT OF SIGHT,
AND ALSO A TALL SHIP, TO SAIL THE BLUE SEA,
MY SAILS WERE THE LEAVES OF THE SYCAMORE TREE.

NOW WHEN E'ER I CALL IN, TO MY MUM FOR A CHAT,
ITS OFT' MY EYES STRAY TO THE TREE OUT THE BACK,
I STILL YEARN FOR A WHITE HORSE, AND A SHIP FOR THE SEA,
AND THE DREAMS OF A CHILD, IN A SYCAMORE TREE.

BEN999

With ragged nail I scrape
Lacy swirls of ice from windows
See cows in winter's landscape
Backs huddled, frosted with snow
Waiting for me to feed them, I know.


Splash diesel on kindling splinters
Waiting patiently for red glow
Curse the cold and pain of winter
Memories recalled from long ago
Wakened now, in the falling snow.

Freezing winds twist and whistle
Any warmth that the sun bequeaths
Leaving my bones bound and brittle
Cured and preserved in their own sheath.

Slowly melting like daydreams
Ice flows, slide down window
Years don't change, cattle wait in snow
Waiting for me to feed them, I know.

My intellect detects...
The things that I select...

I inspect what I inject...
To protect what I project...

I correct what can't connect...
And reflect what can deflect...

I reject all your respect...
I dissect what you protect...

Emotional detector, the supreme protector...
Dissector selector...
Deflector respector...

Corrector connector...
Protector projector...
Injector inspector...
Expect hurt...

A perfect reflector with a painful rejector...
You are the ultimate emotional detector....

The happy always act
go the extra mile
times too short to analyse
the chemistry of a smile

back there in a second
when fur met bearded face
a fabric-smell conductor
on a horse to a special place

near creek and stony edge
a place you called the strand
where I watched you comb
your long black hair

and the sea back
from the land

I'm running lil
I'm running still
from the law
and from my sound

the man who fell
can lodge in hell
he tried to put me
in the ground

in February you come to me
dressed in moon and sky
in November you're the snows
that bid a frightened year goodbye

Clearwater Lil
your with me still
as much as pelt
and winter's delve

the beaver gives me
warmth and food
midst the year's
partitions twelve

I'm rough-hewn Lil
you picked me still
to your north star
I'm the black

trace elements fly
to fill the sky...
...You bring the things I lack

the bullet in my arm
is deep in shattered bone
so I guess I got a friend for life
a pain best left alone

Sweet water lil
I settled my bill
with life
and nature's laws

I'm the lone wolf
of silence
I'm the blood
that stains it's paws

I found the earth's rhythm
it bonded in my core
I get to trace a human face
each year at the general store

Once I thought I saw you there
of this I must confess
But my mind was stung
by glare of sun...
she wore your muslin' dress

Sweet water lilly
I'm being silly
the roof
of hurt is done

there's work to do
and huntin due..
I don't rely on anyone

see that bullet
in my arm
is deep
in shattered bone

so I guess
I got a friend for life
a pain best left alone

Sweet water lill
the sky got still
it shattered
on the ground

the pieces lay
on knees to pray
a new lake
born and found

they call me rough
and some say gruff
to face the cold of hell

in a cabin made
with dull axe-blade
with senses
void of smell

Sweetwater lilly
my brother Billy
wrote me in the fall

" Come back Ruar
Our world got sore",
But that letter's
now in ball

Some days are good
and understood
Some nights
are baffled pain

Some weeks
I have no patience
Some months
I count the rain

Nature's trues
salves my blues
like the ghost
of some guitar

I think about us
making love
my comet
to your star

I sing sometimes
my country rhymes
to prove
I'm still alive

I chase with haste
my worries pace
mad bees
protect the hive

I wear a coat of memory
I wear the breath of you

Sweet water Lil
your with me still
It's the best

this man can do.

Take a journey
to the heart
of desire

Into the abyss
of passions
fire

Through waves and
waves of liquid
love

Steaming up daydreams
miles above

Through swirling
currents
of uncharted
regions

Your soul is
snatched by
passions legions

Through a web of
cracks does
reason seep

Violently
tossed in this
breathless deep

This eternal fire
is ever burning..

This Heart of Desire
is ever Yearning..

I am everywhere
Wherever you go
I know no nationality
I have no real foes

I speak in many tongues
And yet speak none
You hear me quite often
Tho you think silence has won

I have bought nations together
Not set them apart
You was born with me
I'm naturally in your heart

In different ways I speak to you
In different ways you hear me too

You think you can escape me but you can't
Forever in your mind
One way or another
In your mind
I always chant

What am I?

The Spring brings things which the Winter witch stole...
Flowers soon bloom, bright colors unfold...
Trees resist breeze, and bring forth their fruit...
For your lovely lips to partake of...

The sounds of your heart are so doubly-sweet...
Natures heartbeat timed in constant repeat...
Recalling the days when you were so near...
Rhythmically wanting you here....

You and me against the world...