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Silent whispers of gas
Rises from caverns deep
Hints of smoke and steam
Ground pushed gravity rise from ash - heat and smoke flames from
Within caverns deep
Rising magma flow blows smoke and ash
Rivers flow like hot mooltan flames rising as water flows from deep
Tesions rise as hot melts the surface gravity falls and flows cascades it downward flow to oceans deep

the meal of one course
not for a horse
on goes the sauce
with legitimate force

mince and cheese
oh yes please
butter chicken
that's what I'm pickin'

steak and veg
I wish to pledge
is comfort food
when in the mood

You supply the lips and I'll supply the kiss,
You supply the chance and I'll supply the bliss.
You supply the truth and I'll supply the trust,
You supply the time and I'll supply the lust.

But if it's love you want, it's gonna take a little more,
and when we finally get there, it'll be like waves hitting the shore,
of the oceans of our hearts, the feeling lingers on,
from the touch of evening twilight, 'til the early morning dawn.

You supply the fantasy and I'll supply the act,
You supply the opinion and I'll supply the fact.
You supply the quip and I'll supply the smile,
You supply the road and I'll supply that extra mile.

But if it's love you want, it's gonna take a little more,
and when we finally get there, it'll be like waves hitting the shore,
of the oceans of our hearts, the feeling lingers on,
from the touch of evening twilight, 'til the early morning dawn.

You supply the wings and I'll supply the flight,
You supply the day and I'll supply the night.
You supply the ground below and I'll supply the sky above,
You supply your tender heart and I'll supply my endless love.

Because even though love takes more, I shall not stand and wait,
for love to sweep me off my feet, for I might be too late.
So, I've now become a partner of fate,
in the never-ending waterfall known as love and hate.

I just spent about 48 bucks on some fake flowers for the top of your tombstone
I gave you 100 bucks back in 2006 when I worked for Americold
A job you helped me to get
I didn't like that job much
But it was better than Lactalis
Now you have been away for one year and nine months
What have you been doing?
A lot of fishing, trapping, napping, eating out, ginseng and morel hunting
Spending time with your dad and your step dad
I know you didn't like it where you were
I didn't like you being there either
Unable to move and do all the things that brought you joy
Away from your grand kids and your home where you had privacy
I posted pics of you on facebook of you doing all the things you enjoyed
Happy 85 Birthday
And
I miss you a lot!

When the bad tidings they do knock on the door
Pain and heartbreak is all that abounds
When shattered heart screams and lamentingly roars
Harrowed bitter tears flow in those sounds

Such anguish, such loss, no one can explain
When cast adrift on the ocean of grief
Try as may want to deal with that pain
No way can be sought, not a sign of solace or relief

What comfort is there for to be found
When drowning in torrents of tears
Standing in a quake tearing apart ground
For now have gone, those once held so dear

And though doing fine, thoughts around do race
The soul still cries out it's call
Just for a moment to see hear and touch face
To say one last time,
I miss and still do love you all

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(*Allwyn moves to stand by the side of the open graves. His face, a mask of sorrow*)

(*He takes up his Mandolin And Begin's to play a haunting Lament*)

(*Allwyn takes up the tune and sings with a voice full of sadness pain and loss*)
When the bad tidings they do knock on the door/ Pain and heartbreak is all that abounds/ When shattered heart screams and lamentingly roars/ Harrowed bitter tears flow in those sounds

(*He sings and plays such a tearful lament, Conveying to all the anguish he feels*)
Such anguish, such loss, no one can explain/ When cast adrift on the ocean of grief/ Try as may want to deal with that pain/ No way can be sought not a sign of solace or relief

(* Allwyn sings with a clear voice but the pain of loss is clear to hear in it *)
What comfort is there for to be found/ When drowning in torrents of tears/ Standing in a quake tearing apart ground/ For now have gone, those once held so dear

(*As Allwyn sings both his voice and the tune he plays are full of loss and longing*)
And though doing fine, thoughts around do race/ The soul still cries out it's call/ Just for a moment to see hear and touch face/ To say one ,ore last time, I miss and still do love you all.
(* the tune goes on few a few bars more and he hums the sad melody to a fade tears freely rolling down his cheeks*)

When times are rough and tears start to fall
when we're scared and feeling blue
remember the warmth you used to feel
with my arms wrapped around you
When things are said that shouldn't be
harsh words that just aren't true
remember the magic within the kiss
when I press my lips to you
When we argue, fuss and fight
and the blame is on us two
remember that love conquers all
the love between me and you.

Each night while I slumber

She creeps into my dreams

Out from backdrops of blue and umber

In a shroud of red and yellow beams

She’s hypnotic in her particular motion

As she dances to the rhythm of the backbeat on a hang drum

She bewitches my heart and ensnares my soul

And takes her plunder with the morning sun

Leaving my energy black as coal

As she disappears beyond the dreamscape shore

And in me burns but one fierce desire

To close my eyes and return to REM

So that I may see her, if only once more

For a relationship to last without losing its glow,
as far as I feel and, late in this life, I know ...
I need to connect intellectually, emotionally, and spiritually
so we grow in the same direction ... at a same pace ...
and thrive with mutual happiness and compatibility ...

Those connections are the glue
to keep you from growing apart...
which if it happens later on in life,
will once again break your heart ...

Attraction is the spark
but the connect is what will survive through the potholes in the dark ...
and everything else that will challenge that bond
through time & circumstance
if the foundation is weak enough to give it a chance ...

And so that's why we can't settle for second best ,
no matter our resolve may often be put to the test ...
Best to pursue that which has the makings to last,
than settle for one with mere momentary sparkle
but will fall short when it comes to that hurdle ...

You need to bury your son up at the Indian burial ground Stoch
Your son will come back sour because the soil is sour
He will kill me, your wife, and you will bury your wife up there too
She will then show up and kill you
Sometimes dead is better
But so is broccoli
And you'd rather have a bucket of KFC wouldn't you Stoch?
So let's start digging so we can bury your boy
And in the process bury ourselves

In this soft woven skein; - a chrysalis,
Nests the close-swaddled fabric of her young;-
As life grows ripe with Nature's catalyst,
In a soft downy womb - that's silken-spun;-
Now with the dew of morn is crystal kiss'd,
The young worms glow, as first rays from the Sun,
Bathes each swelling grub in morning light;-
Caterpillar gold, from the depths of night.



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