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Toil and succour
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Re: Toil and succour
Nobody cares what secrets want.
Used and abused, that is their lot.
Lifetime prisoners is what secrets be,
for freedom means their death, you see.
The question is: What about truth?
Used and abused, that is their lot.
Lifetime prisoners is what secrets be,
for freedom means their death, you see.
The question is: What about truth?
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Re: Toil and succour
The truth is, it hurts.
Hurts never being able to fit
in society. Seems like the unpredictable
weather and nature of animals
fits me. Maybe it's the blood, O,
or the way my eyes glow,
the irresistible - be - as each moment
recreates me, until it enlightens
into a humbler we. Our love.
What do you hope to feel?
Hurts never being able to fit
in society. Seems like the unpredictable
weather and nature of animals
fits me. Maybe it's the blood, O,
or the way my eyes glow,
the irresistible - be - as each moment
recreates me, until it enlightens
into a humbler we. Our love.
What do you hope to feel?
you are poetry
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Re: Toil and succour
What do you hope to feel, my friend,
when little matters in the end,
when sugarcubes melt into goo,
when bunny rabbits cease to poo.
What do you hope to buy, in time,
when all that's left is cold and crime,
when all the world's turned upside down
when thorns are worn inside of crowns.
When will you stop and sigh, my love?
When feathers fall from up above?
When shadows part the clouds and sea?
When you realize you belong to me?
Q: How do some birds still fly when it's raining?
when little matters in the end,
when sugarcubes melt into goo,
when bunny rabbits cease to poo.
What do you hope to buy, in time,
when all that's left is cold and crime,
when all the world's turned upside down
when thorns are worn inside of crowns.
When will you stop and sigh, my love?
When feathers fall from up above?
When shadows part the clouds and sea?
When you realize you belong to me?
Q: How do some birds still fly when it's raining?
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Re: Toil and succour
Why She Flies When it's Still Raining
she watches rain fall in love with sky.
In the colours of day becoming night, she glides,
as other birds wonder why, when it's raining,
she flies. A warm river sings to the air it dances
with inside and outside, the oxygen in water
expanding, flying, falling, singing, crying.
Rain falls on her feather and dances, entering her.
Perhaps it's the music beyond sound and silence, receiving
a soul in it's climax within it's calmest connectedness.
There is a peace within that completes everything.
We are all reborn in heart river reprises, singing with our eyes
to the flawless unity of life. Some still wondered why,
why she flies when it's raining, why she falls in the water,
(the way she does) the passion and freedom, the love.
she watches rain fall in love with sky.
In the colours of day becoming night, she glides,
as other birds wonder why, when it's raining,
she flies. A warm river sings to the air it dances
with inside and outside, the oxygen in water
expanding, flying, falling, singing, crying.
Rain falls on her feather and dances, entering her.
Perhaps it's the music beyond sound and silence, receiving
a soul in it's climax within it's calmest connectedness.
There is a peace within that completes everything.
We are all reborn in heart river reprises, singing with our eyes
to the flawless unity of life. Some still wondered why,
why she flies when it's raining, why she falls in the water,
(the way she does) the passion and freedom, the love.
you are poetry
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Re: Toil and succour
And the question is . . . ? 

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Re: Toil and succour
Cats rule and dogs drool
at your feet. Trust is an upside
down cat in your arms, belly
rubs and purrs. Love is vomit laced
with fur, over and over, on your
bed pillow, on your new jeans.
Dogs forgive. Cats never forget.
Felines make you earn it,
while canines wag and play.
Cats say-- sit. Stay. It's you
that must obey.
Q: What if windows could talk?
at your feet. Trust is an upside
down cat in your arms, belly
rubs and purrs. Love is vomit laced
with fur, over and over, on your
bed pillow, on your new jeans.
Dogs forgive. Cats never forget.
Felines make you earn it,
while canines wag and play.
Cats say-- sit. Stay. It's you
that must obey.
Q: What if windows could talk?
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Re: Toil and succour
I Need You More Than My Words Can Ever Express (We Are Eachothers Window)
If windows could talk, they would say: "Write!
I see how alive you feel when you write, just write
and write more. Not only for yourself, but write
for your friends and your cats and dogs and the
turtles you will never meet. Write for windows,
because they have always wanted to be human, able
to write poetry at any moment. (Feel the tears).
Where would you live if you could live in a different country and Why?
If windows could talk, they would say: "Write!
I see how alive you feel when you write, just write
and write more. Not only for yourself, but write
for your friends and your cats and dogs and the
turtles you will never meet. Write for windows,
because they have always wanted to be human, able
to write poetry at any moment. (Feel the tears).
Where would you live if you could live in a different country and Why?
you are poetry
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Re: Toil and succour
I'm moving to Shangri La
where cattails wave in every breeze.
Wild ponies fill the meadows;
the dragons guard the seas.
I'm leaving all my sadness
in a bottle by the door,
and taking all my happy
packed in paper sacks galore.
I will frolic in the shadows
wearing nothing but a thong
and explore the garden secrets
to find out where we went wrong.
Perhaps I'll send a letter
to my friends stuck back in hell
"I'm enjoying myself in heaven.
Hope you all are doing well."
Q: What color is your underwear?
where cattails wave in every breeze.
Wild ponies fill the meadows;
the dragons guard the seas.
I'm leaving all my sadness
in a bottle by the door,
and taking all my happy
packed in paper sacks galore.
I will frolic in the shadows
wearing nothing but a thong
and explore the garden secrets
to find out where we went wrong.
Perhaps I'll send a letter
to my friends stuck back in hell
"I'm enjoying myself in heaven.
Hope you all are doing well."
Q: What color is your underwear?
Re: Toil and succour
Red and yellow and pink and green,
purple and orange and blue.
You should wear a rainbow,
wear a rainbow,
wear a rainbow, too.
The question: Where's my pot of gold?
purple and orange and blue.
You should wear a rainbow,
wear a rainbow,
wear a rainbow, too.
The question: Where's my pot of gold?
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Re: Toil and succour
Pot of Gold
I buy these lotto tickets
nearly every goddamn day.
Quick Picks! Scratchers! Win For Life!
I just need one to pay.
So please give me the numbers.
You know the ones I need.
I only want some money.
I swear it's not for greed.
I wish I had a dollar
for every wish I make.
Or better yet, give me odds
for every smile I fake.
You know I'll spend it wisely.
I would quit my job, toot sweet,
so I can spend my time on writing.
Now that would be a treat!
Q: What about the number eight?
I buy these lotto tickets
nearly every goddamn day.
Quick Picks! Scratchers! Win For Life!
I just need one to pay.
So please give me the numbers.
You know the ones I need.
I only want some money.
I swear it's not for greed.
I wish I had a dollar
for every wish I make.
Or better yet, give me odds
for every smile I fake.
You know I'll spend it wisely.
I would quit my job, toot sweet,
so I can spend my time on writing.
Now that would be a treat!
Q: What about the number eight?
Re: Toil and succour
You'd think by now I'd have a clue,
do everything I'm meant to do,
always know which way to go,
which face to hide, which face to show.
It's too late now; I can't go back.
Step after step, I'll stay on track.
Infinity, a figure eight
laid on its side. I'm always late.
The question: Where's the finish line?
do everything I'm meant to do,
always know which way to go,
which face to hide, which face to show.
It's too late now; I can't go back.
Step after step, I'll stay on track.
Infinity, a figure eight
laid on its side. I'm always late.
The question: Where's the finish line?
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Re: Toil and succour
There is no finish line to cross.
No first. No last. No win. No loss.
There's only here. And now and then.
Forget about the when.
Q: What is the trouble with tribbles?
No first. No last. No win. No loss.
There's only here. And now and then.
Forget about the when.
Q: What is the trouble with tribbles?
Re: Toil and succour
What is the trouble with tribbles?
They're born
pregnant.
No choice,
but to multiply
and thereby
divide and conquer.
Imagine that.
The question: What makes a question relevant?
They're born
pregnant.
No choice,
but to multiply
and thereby
divide and conquer.
Imagine that.
The question: What makes a question relevant?
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Re: Toil and succour
Please don't blame the question.
It really was not his fault.
He was tring to be a gymnast,
But could not do a somersault.
He'd like to get your notice.
Perhaps if he could sing?
Or maybe paint you a picture?
Or offer you a ring?
I think that you will like him
If you just give him a chance.
There's no room for wallflowers.
Say yes when he asks you to dance.
Q: would you like to dance?
It really was not his fault.
He was tring to be a gymnast,
But could not do a somersault.
He'd like to get your notice.
Perhaps if he could sing?
Or maybe paint you a picture?
Or offer you a ring?
I think that you will like him
If you just give him a chance.
There's no room for wallflowers.
Say yes when he asks you to dance.
Q: would you like to dance?
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