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IN PASSING HERE ONE AUTUMN DAY,
YOUR HEADSTONE CAUGHT MY EYE,
A LITTLE GIRL OF 3 YEARS OLD,
METHINKS TOO YOUNG TO DIE.

A PATCH OF CLOVER, FOR YOUR LEGS,
SMALL THISTLES, ADORN YOUR BROW,
AND TANGLED WEEDS, FOR YOUR FINE HAIR,
YOUR ARMS, ARE BRAMBLES NOW.

THE SWIRLING WIND, ABOUT MY HEAD,
DRIED LEAVES, ARE DANCING NOW,
AS IF IN VAIN, TO MAKE YOU SMILE,
BY JINGLING, ROUND, AND ROUND.

HOW SAD FOR YOU, MY LITTLE ONE,
TO LEAVE IT ALL SO SOON,
DID YOU BRING DOLLS, IN INNONCENCE,
TO PLAY WITH IN YOUR TOMB.

YOUR BROKEN HEARTED PARENTS,
TO LOSE YOU, ALL TO SOON,
AND LAY YOU DOWN IN HEARTFELT GRIEF,
IN ANCIENT INISLOON.

BUT I WILL STOP BY HERE AGAIN,
WHEN I AM PASSING SOON,
AND PRAY FOR YOU,THE LITTLE ONE,
IN ANCIENT INISLOON, MY LOVE, IN ANCIENT INISLOON.


BEN999

In the stillness of
the jungle..
I watch..
and wait..
for you~
You will not enter these lands
unnoticed..
For tonight.. I am
Awake!
I sit high an lifted up
and I am the ruler
of my world~
Watch out!
Make no sound
For I
will hear it..
Move not
For I
will see it..
Sweat not
For I
will smell it..
Sleep not..
For I will awake you
with Fear and Death!
I am the King, and I have
not granted you freedom
to cross these borders~
I sit as stone at these gates
and I crush the proud..
I fear no war
For I.. AM WAR!
Watch out!
I am behind you!
I greet you
With Fire!
I AM..
THE LION!

I CLUNG THERE, SHIPWRECKED OF HEART UPON THE ROCKS,
CERTAIN OF MY FAITH, THE DEEP AWAITING,
WHEN YOU CAME BY, TO RESCUE ME,
A SIREN SURELY I THOUGHT, A MERMAID OF THE DEEP.

BUT YOU WERE AS HUMAN AS I, SMILING DOWN,
AS I CLIMBED THE ROPE LADDER TO YOUR DECK,
WELCOME ABOARD, ''THE TRUE LOVE'' YOU LAUGHED,
SHE SAILS BY ANY TIDE.

AND OUR EYES SPARKED, AS WE TALKED THROUGH THE NIGHT,
SOON, BELOW DECK, WE WERE LOVERS,
THE OLD SHIP CREAKING, AND ROLLING,
AS WE LOVED, UPON THE TIDE,

I HAVE SEARCHED THE SEAS FOR YOU, YOU WHISPERED,
UPON MANY TIDES, FOUGHT THE WIND, AND CONTRARY SEAS,
AS YOU THREW YOUR COMPASS, TO THE DEEP, LAUGHING,
LET LOVE GUIDE OUR ROUTE, THE STARS ARE ENOUGH FOR US.

AND WE SET SAIL, ACROSS TRUE LOVES GENTLE SEA,
YET WE FEARED NO TEMPEST, TRUE LOVE, KNOWS NO FEAR,
LASHED TO THE WHEEL, WE MADE LOVE THROUGH THE NIGHT,
AS LIGHTNING FORKED AROUND OUR PASSION, DANCING BRIGHTLY.


ATOP THE CROWS NEST, I LAUGHED DOWN AT YOU, AT THE WHEEL,
OUR EYES SPARKING, WITH LOVE, AS WE PLOUGHED THE WAVE,
AND YOU LAUGHING BACK, AS I CRIED TO THE WIND, MAKE WAY,
FOR ''THE TRUE LOVE'' SAILS BY ANY TIDE.


BEN999

The centre of the universe
The ONLY thing that's real
Any act, it doesn't matter
Just make that cocaine deal!

The last high is still receding
It wasn't quite enough
The next one may achieve it.
Need more and better stuff.

That pinnacle of pleasure
Sometimes it seems so close
No matter which vein takes the needle
The best you get is almost!

The ecstasy they're seeking
That satisfying SPECIAL high
It can't be had with junk or coke.
They may feel it as they die.

I'm never cute,
nor adorable,
nor sexy,
nor sweet.

I'm not lithe,
not graceful,
not slender,
not luscious.

I'm a gambit,
a tease,
a quirk,
a mess.

I'm an option,
an enigma,
an embarrassment,
an icicle.

I'm me:
Complicated
Messy
Giving
Confused

Entertaining...Enduring...Everlasting.

Instead of working horseback and following the cow
I could be afoot behind a horse
And following the plow.

Sleeping soft in a cabin, cuddling a baby,
Loving a man,
Clear water and home cooking,
A settled kind of life.

That's far away, far, far away from the fix I'm in here now.
Here my belly is my blanket and my back my only bed,
Stone the only pillow on which to lay my bleeding head;

Can't even wallow a hip hole where I lie on solid rock.
No one to sing a sad song, no prayers, no soothing talk.
I'm so alone, so all alone, it will be a comfort to be dead.

A stumble on the rimrock;horse and me both took a spill.
He's down, bad hurt and thrashing, beyond my reach to kill
to relieve his pain and misery, so I guess we share our fate.
In this lonely place so far away where help will come too late. and the relief is that my rifle is gone, long gone, downhill.

Death won't be long in coming and I hope I face it brave;
That the pain will treat me gentle so I'll not rant and rave,
Praying the God who made me, or blaming him for this fix.
Let my mind, instead stay clear and resist those devil tricks
And to the end, the very end, thank God for the life he gave.

As clear and compelling as the clang of a dinner bell
Is the horse's futile scratching at the ground in which he fell,
So the buzzards glide and slide down a drain of azure sky
Studying the menu; watching, waiting for supper to die.
And only bones, lonely bones, will be left,
The story to tell.

Soon my Maker will be asking me if I lived the golden rule
And wonder about my learning in His earthly mortal school.
I'll answer for every wicked thought that ever filled my mind
While hoping they'll be balanced by the times I acted kind
so the tally shows but human after all.

He has a belief in God, his Creator;
He sees him in the stars, the sunsets, the green grass
And his church in the open spaces ,
The mountains, a clear creek, the blue sky.
He loves the bawl of a new-born calf almost as much as he loves the Laughter of his little child.

He treats women with respect at all times,
He always puts family first,
And he works hard because it's the right thing to do.
He'll be there to help a friend or neighbor
At the drop of a hat.

He knows it doesn't really matter
What kind of pickup he drives,
What kind of house he lives in,
Or how much he has in his bank account.

But he knows what he does matters
Is that the world might be a little better
'Cause he made the difference
In the life of a child.

He doesn't look for fame or glory-
His satisfaction is doing the job right,
'Cause in his heart
It's a victory of right over wrong.

If he's lucky,
Once in his life he'll have that one perfect horse
That he'll consider his best pard.
And, if he's really lucky,
Once in his life he'll have a wife
That he'll consider his best friend.

His word has always been his bond;
His firm handshake, his signature.
He does right by others
Because he doesn't understand any other way.

His life can be lonely at time,
But he's at peace with himself.
And he knows there's better grass awaitin'
When it's his time to head o'er on out to
The other side.

It's hard to define a real cowboy,
But when you meet him, you'll know.

I don't know about you,
But as for me,
My heroes have always been cowboys.

There's an old road that swings to the west,
Out from Cleburne to five Mile Pass,
Through sunflower fields,
That bloom every fall,
And through an ocean of prairie grass.

To most it's just an old highway,
Nothing special, nothing fit to explore.
But to those who would see
And would listen with heart,
Well, I swear it's an awful lot more!

Oh, I've driven that road, its length and its breadth,
More times than I even recall.
It wasn't that I needed to get there from here.
Guess I drove with no purpose at all.

Except that I go out to listen,
For Old State 174 has its song.
A sweet melody,
From each sagebrush and tree,
For the road's dying echoes I long.

I hear the lost beats of ponies,
Of the Caddo who lived here, they say.
And Express riders rode,
Through the cedars and flats,
Lonely shadows, long lost to today.

And I can hear the drummed music of soldiers,
Come to keep a peace never in doubt.
In the end they all fled,
'Cept the ones that were dead,
To go fight for the North or the South.

Yes, I've traveled that trail, I've been there and back,
One hundred times, maybe it's two!
Just rambling along and enjoying the song,
And the time's all but lost in the view.

So these days it's the track of new drivers-
Trucks, cars, eighteen-wheelers and all.
Sometimes an old tractor,
Or a combine creeps by,
Slowing traffic to nearly a crawl.

And some say that it's all about progress,
As the neighborhoods creep steadily west.
Soon the pronghorn will be gone,
And the meadowlark's song,
And they'll argue that it's all for the best!

But for me, nothing's changed, I'll continue to roam,
Out from Cleburne through the sagebrush. You see,
It will take more than mere progress,
To destroy the road's magic for me.
To silence Old State 1743.

We leave the windows wide for owls
And ignore coyotes that woo the moon,
Complaining they own the ranch.
Skunks waddle by,
Sniffing for traps.

Papaw taught me
North and south through his pastures,
Past bulls to windmills and muddy ponds.
He slapped a dime store compass in my hand,
Turtle with a tin head wobbling on a pin.
Miles from the barn, I climbed crossbeams
And saw the plains through spinning blades,
A round horizon without a town.
Buzzards patrolled
In slow whirlpools, and coyotes loped away.

I thought I'd never be lost on a gelding
Trotting home. In the desert outside Baghdad,
Even a compass lied, no directions out.
Now, after that war a world away.

The ranch is mine now, no trains on tracks
Laid out by crews long dead.
I swore I'd ride the range and never look back
In spite of friends missing in action.

Sheep claim the ranch, butting each other off
As if they own the troughs.
At dusk we stare off
At plains we'll harvest tomorrow.
Heads bowed,
The sheep lie down,
Worshipping only now.

My man's blue eyes know dark from dawn
And lead me always home.
Nights, I feel the needle wobbling like an old woman
On a high wire, but pointing north.

Young bride I,
Newly married.
Babe within
Anxiously, happily awaiting the time of its' birth.

My groom was gone into the field
You'd watched me for a few days.
Gathering the mail
You caught me unawares.

You just couldn't let go or let me move on
Wanting what you couldn't have.
You did your best to take what you wanted
But my cane let you have it first.

Battered, bruised and bleeding
You took what you wanted
Heinously without regard for anyone but yourself.
You left me to perish without a thought
But you forgot one thing
One word, God.

For three days
Body was shutting down
For a kindly neighbor who'd noticed
Some blood upon the door,
Seeing me in such a state,
He rushed me to help evermore.

My groom dazed and worried,scooped me up in sorrow and love
Cursing himself for leaving me battle sore.
I told him who did such a thing
He hunted you down
Broke your nose
Hindsight being 20/20
He should have done much more.

The child within was lost, given up to God
A memento of your bad behavior,
The woman you could never have.
You pathetic sod.

Police reports were filed,
Kit taken in shame,
The pain of the lost child,
Guilt and nightmares
Hadn't any name.


Trial took place and you protested,
Blood speaks and blood type doesn't lie,
The photos of the crime.
You bore the scars and my maiming,
You'll not escape
"God willing, you'll pay for this!"
My family did they say.

You were found guilty, fifteen years you'll do,
Five more years may be added for the other life you took it, too.
Each year from prison you wrote me,
Not a letter was read
Burned in the fireplace,
You had made your bed.

The years rolled on and I moved on,
Painful as could be
The memories they faded,
Buried deep within
I pulled up my bootstraps
And got on with life
My groom and I together still,
Put it all behind.
No matter how hard you tried to destroy me
The hell you put me through
Will never equal the Judgment, God is sure to do.

Karma is a witch
Satan gets his due
God punished you in His way
It's perfect, just for you.

Fifteen years have come and gone,
Now you are free
That little soul you took
Was a part of me.
Still you seek me,
Wanting I know not what,
Letters, phone calls, e-mails go unanswered
There will never be any "buts".

Forgiveness may one day come,
But I'm not ready yet
It may never happen
And you must accept,
The soul you destroyed
Always daily wept.
The one thing you couldn't do
Is take my spirit within
The one God holds in His hands.

I could have let the pain destroy me
But turned it around instead
To do good and do right instead of evil
I'm the woman you couldn't wed.

My family has always loathed you,
Evil in you did they see.
Family is one thing
You'll never be part of me.

You see, light has come out of the darkness
And I thrive in God's love
In goodness I do walk
Doing His work happily
A gift from heaven above.