who sees the truth and hides it always lies
there is no hope for those who will not speak
and who expect you to go out and seek
for better statements under stranger skies
wind that may laze upon this shore still flies
to hunt down those whom you may deem too weak
and bring them down from their deserving peak
so that the heart lacking nutrition dies
allow us but a word and we might flee
to places where your writ shall never run
and there make sport with those things that remain
a little effort and we shall be free
to live clean lives under a gentle sun
and dance with pleasure in the healing rain
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
20 August 2007
murmur name upon name
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