You never knew…
Yet, you never understood my fervour;
You never ventured to wipe my moistened eyes,
With your lips through your embellishing kisses,
You never heard the throbs of my soul, reaching
You as feeble strains from the lute of my heart!
You came into my life with out me knowing
Your proximity to my soul;
And sat on the flower bedecked [...]
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I work part-time as a funeral attendant. Hopefully that explains the motive for this writing. Just trying to put a little humour into a serious subject.
Well, here I am.
I never expected it to happen this soon,
but I passed away last weekend.
Stupid horse,
I told them I didn’t like horses,
too much power for an animal that gets [...]
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July 3, 2008
Lost At Sea,
Blinded by the storm.
Hear my plea.
My spirit is worn.
Ship is swaying.
I did not foresee.
Alone I’m praying,
In sandy debree.
Waves of pain,
flood into me.
Blood now stains,
what used to be. Continue Reading >> “Lost at Sea”
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My heart of hearts.
Hallow heart,
once made of gold.
You I sold.
No one foretold.
To he who has it,
never part.
Can’t return it now,
I must restart.
To he who has it,
you have all force.
Strength deep within the source,
feel no remorse.
Continue Reading >> “Hallow Heart”
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I walked the roads, both low and high,
In search of where my bonny lie,
And when I found her, I did cry,
My bonny love,
I know her spirit’s in the sky,
Far up above.
She’s freed from all her earthly woe,
As in the ground she’s laid below,
Where fields of purple heather grow,
My bonny dear,
I hear her voice, as breezes [...]
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Why did you call me again, fragrance of my dreams?
Roving through the seven seas and the seven mountains,
Without knowing your destination.
In the middle of impenetrable darkness,
In my half slumber, I heard the music
Of your love, calling me…
Why did you call me?
In the hub of the spring, while I was sleeping
Drained and sapped, and my flute [...]
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The beat of ancient drums
penetrates our souls and gives us life.
They beat the rhythm of prairie Sweet Grass,
which bows to the summer winds,
and is trampled by the buffalo,
telling of a life we once knew,
now gone forever.
They beat the path of the eagle,
majestic, powerful and free,
giving us strength and wisdom,
telling us to be strong and brave,
to [...]
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