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Pretend.
Rest the weary; soul's defense
I lack in langour, no time to sense
To aid the weak with pain and song
give all the strong, the strong, the strong
Pace intellect, control defect... growing precession
yet indirect..
Light bright, tone right... falter halt and sprite delight
Kiss the commodo, walking, his tail flailing in spite
Long beaches, desert sand, nothing which I comprehend
Space in between -- alone -- facing that music, that tone, that tone
What would you do if I gave you an eye?
To see, to fair, in wish and wear?
Wanton flight of the nautical night?
Peace to the earth, and peace to man
Why not relate, why not pretend.
Fell Into
t"...the strong, the strong, the strong..."and could not get out. Quicksand poetry. Hmmm.... slc
A mire for desire, thoughtful
A mire for desire, thoughtful spire
The last lines threw a
The last lines threw a curveball. But I guess I’ve become a social, political and emotional agitator rather than a poet. I’ve got a soap box but I’m going to tuck it away for a while and concentrate on beauty which you always manage to inspire. We are all in a classic struggle. May we all win
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
I tried to transpose some
I tried to transpose some pain with witless bantor of the main...