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The first light of a new day
Near in the middle of June
Even the mating birds song
Is muffled in a softer tune

Bright promise of summer day
Still hidden away will stay
Cloudy skies laden with grey
Misty fog out over the bay

Wind is calm and a little chill
Even the distant church bell
Muted by a heavy air so still
Rings the entire town in a spell

The long drought is finally over
The dust is washed from the earth
Looking out over fields of clover
Softly falls the rain giving birth

I knew clearly where things were before
being older now, I'm not sure
what caused things to become so
I really do not know
folks say it's a stage
it's the last page
It is called
the old
age

To the one I’ll never say goodbyes

So many times.
I’ve had you in my bed.
Not in reality
But in my head...
I find you sexually attractive
So dominate my body
I’m willing to be submissive....
Lust fuels our intimacy
But our fire burns
Only in secrecy.....
I want to see a glitter of light
Spreading wings in the sky
We could stare into the galaxy while high.....
I can’t abstain from you.....
My body craves for you......

You’re always in my heart
You’re always on my mind
And when it all becomes too much
You’re not far behind.


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Great minds talk about ideas
Average minds talk about events
Small minds talk about people

The sunlight silhouetting an amazing canopy
Grass more green than any time all the year
Shadows now larger than summer's smallness
Makes you wonder as you watch when it appears
Like fingers crossed symbols of luck they bring
The autumn season will take longer to pass
How the weathered leaves rattle in the breeze
The ever shifting clouds curving across the sky
The emblem that I love snapping to attention
Then resting at ease in the calm afternoon
Trained to all the mornings glowing valleys
Glory to the life I own in my west meadows
Tied to all our country's strong moorings
A fabric of love and devotion to family will I sing
A fierce determination towards freedom
Life hanging desperately at times by a thread
I shall seek no further and ask no more
I shall not cower in the shadows that hide me
I shall not attempt to overcome all the tears
Because if I do I have to commit to it
So, I can’t stand back any longer in fear
Because fear is not something I contrive
I don’t recognize fear so what keeps me alive
What possible example does fear represent
How it belongs to anything I ever thought about
Possibilities created against guarantees
I seriously and most substantially disagree
But getting back to that sunset in my meadow
The grass is really, really getting green

Sadness cannot be defined
To one, that's heart seems
To have hardened, to and through
The vileness of this World

Sadness overcomes ones soul
To the level of oblivion
Oblivion to, what goes on around,
In this vile and lustful World

Sadness torments the soul,
To the point of despondency,
To the point of losing one's mind,
To the vileness of this World

Sadness can be overcome,
To a greater power than oneself,
For me it's Jesus, God's Son who died to save us,
From this vile World.

Just as I ponder on my thoughts
I feel uneasy to comprehend
For life itself is a struggle
People say only the fittest will survive
Am I one of the fittest?
Have I been the cause for someone or something to lose the chance
To survive in this world
To sustain myself?

Just thinking of it makes
My bowels turn n churn
Oh I feel so uneasy
It's really difficult to comprehend
As life means all things
Great and small, birds and fish
Fowls and bulls and goats
Oh the list goes on and on.

Truth is the Greatest Prize

We had our moments
Some good and some bad
Could we share a future
Against a world so mad
You and me were glad

Can we rewrite history
The one that got away
Is peace such a mystery
To hide what we betray
Can we catch a future

There once was such hope
Peace that would last and last
The world too tired to cope
We were all so hungry
Coming out of the cold

Now we all must realize
Our future is really not ours
When all our freedom dies
So beware of all the lies
Truth is the greatest prize

Sometimes we must accept the outcome of truth or suffer the consequences.

I idly moved the curtain
and through the screen
I watched
Wallace's rigid frame
retreating stoically
midship
along the village road.
Making haste for the water
he glanced disdainfully
at the unkempt girl
corralling chickens
while the clove drawing
cigarette man
eyed him suspiciously
from a hut doorway
above the river.
Is it not God's will
he murmured to himself
that I should bring
a civilizing influence
to this damned outpost
of heat and destitution.
All three before him
had yielded to the mission
all missing in action
yet the company still
believed in rubber
believed in Wallace
and the empire
upon which the sun
never sets.

In the shadow of the Raj
the afternoon delight
smoking opium
reclined in the hills
with Wallace
from the company
who through the haze
winked at me
as the Thai girl
brought in the tea

Wallace knew rubber
as I knew the jungle
we had fashioned
an alliance of sorts
as men do
in arduous conditions
"My good man"
as he was wont to declare
bristling with Etonian accent
downplayed his intentions
a disingenuous disguise
his virtues being few
"there is much to be done,
the world awaits Sir"

I took the hot tea
and considered the prospect
of rubber, men and machetes