The World Without

The World Without

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To the world without

I was always discontent,

Flighty,

In my ever shifting bent.

But in me a spirit yearned,

A seeking to return,

To find again

The world of wonder

It remembered of,
To search the secret 'bodes
Where mysteries hide;

To somehow circumvent the mind

Whose habits bind,

The world of Man

Whose fears debilitate and blind.

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Sunday Fishermen

Sunday Fishermen

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Sunday fishermen

Casting thoughts to sea,

Adrift in silent reverie,

Hoping the morrow affords

Another dream fill'd sea.

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The Green Lane

The Green Lane

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What fears did they know

Who walked this lane of green

Those far-off years ago?

What passing joys interposed

The pains that hardship surely posed?

What scant possessions

Did they love that robbers stole

Along this lane of green

That I now so wondering stroll?

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A Moon Silver'd Sea

A Moon Silver'd Sea

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A moon silver'd sea

A remembered me

A forgotten me

A changing shadow

On a silver sea.

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I Remember

I Remember

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I remember being twenty one,

Broke, no job to find.

I remember the fear and shame,

The invisible tomorrows,

The panic that raced my heart 

Through sleepless nights

While I hid in my darkness

Afraid for the sun to rise,

Afraid for the dawning light

To reveal my fading life.

Things went well enough

After that time...

The world turned

And lurched me to a better place.

But I remember,

I remember too much

To shame a jobless man--

To blame the human heart

And not the rule of circumstance...

God how this place

Can hurt its people.

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Occasions

Occasions

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Over the years

I have attended occasions,

Not really lonely or sad

But looking to be touched

By something,

Something to give meaning to living

Beyond breath and consumption,

Beyond the human immersion;

A song of Truth

With a melody to lift my soul

Among the eternal motions;

To see my moments in the cosmic mirror,

Not Man's.

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The Playhouse Stage

The Playhouse stage

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Where do I go,

How far do I travel

To find the places and people

Who visit my dreams?

Do they come here,

Do I go there?

Is it all as real as it seems?

Where is the playhouse stage

Where the plays are played?

Who writes the script

And tells the time,

Who appoints the place

Where dreams are made?

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