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A walk
Down by the road of twilight hue
We sat in a dream of blue
Moon he hung upside down
On the river's dewy mount
The willows sang to the heavens stars
and there she sat weaving tales on thread
We sat there harking tales of lore
enchanting us from long before
We didn't know the lore was us
The hue was us
The magic the light both within
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A walk
Down by the road of twilight hue
We sat in a dream of blue
Moon he hung upside down
On the river's dewy mount
The willows sang to the heavens stars
and there she sat weaving tales on thread
We sat there harking tales of lore
enchanting us from long before
We didn't know the lore was us
The hue was us
The magic the light both within
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And so it goes
Candle lived in night sky land
her smile so sweet and yellow
there she shone with a warmth
with fireflies on her crown
Mingled glow in twilght blue
she brought the music to the chile
the trees they laughed, the flowers danced
When dear candle lent her song
Poor stars they twinkled down
with tears from their pretty frowns
they missed the songs from far away
but could see the candle shine and sway
Sun, he came in a chariot gold
she walked away in her fading glow
He called to her, she wouldn't know
She couldn't go where he could go
She saw no more and was no more
But still she waits in night sky land
Waiting for the sun to come
And so it goes for ever more
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They say
They say you are the apple of my eye
but you always know they may lie
for it could be a mango bright and yellow
or even a watermelon for that aussie fellow.
They say you may have loads to tell
but you always know they may fail
to tell me the tale I want to hear
Thus tell me something nice my dear
They say there is so much more
to love, to know, to give, to take
to hate, to show, to live, to fake
but you always know they are such a bore
They say its so much fun
But I know I am just done
With their place and their ways
Oh well its just one of those days.
They say its all the same
Where it went and whence it came
A lie we buy here with a smile
and off we go to walk our mile
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To sum it up
Did you pay too well and get naught much
Did they fall short of change while dealing the game
Did you give too much and take too less
Are you still counting your dreams, are you still praying?
Did you meet choice by chance near the bend
Did you take that road with a dead end
Did you not see that it mattered no more
The road or the end. Are you still running?
Hello Mr.Rabbit are you still listening
To the blues in your mind and the rhyme of time
Sitting in your hole as the world goes by
Will you not know and will you not see?
Did you look for your hero in shadows of doubts
Are you still chained to a past that keeps glaring from far off
Why steal glances at that which is far behind
Will you not leave and find new lands?
Did you laugh in the face of the strange fools
Who knew not where the mirth came from
Did they break that red box of joys
Now is it all a mask, or are you still laughing?
Did you fight your wars and win them too
Did you sit on your throne like a queen of old
Did you steal the light from a dark black hole
Are you still smiling? At least I hope you are.
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Moi Aussi
My shine
My whine
My soul brother
My crib sister
My little one
My grannymom
My thinking pad
My mindfuck land nomad
My fellow wanderer
My 'in arms' fighter
My lil blue jukebox
My JD on the rocks
My mad hatter
My prima blabberrer
Dreamer friend and pride
You are my fried chips on the side
Happy birthday ma cher :)
For mae on 18th September, 2011.
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Blabberwalky
And then He said 'Let there be words.'
they came strolling smoothly in hordes
Across valleys of green that touches your soul
unfolding visions like a symphony on roll.
What of stories I have never told
Of dreams caught with rainbow gold
Of souls bought for nought
Sold later without a thought
Long ago there was a book
written by them who look
beyond what they see
The ecstasy and the agony.
The book was lost
in times of bitter frost
She found it no more
and the answers it bore.
Riddles sat on little toadstools
glaring at her like ironic fools.
Nothing much could she say,
for the answers had lost their way.
So she sent a little prayer
packed in a little letter.
And put it in a red box,
she kept her fingers crossed.
And then He said 'Let there be words.'
they came strolling smoothly in hordes.
Like streams gushing forth free
with distant echoes of the sea.
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One small moment
We have talked about them stars
We have talked about them blues
We have walked down those roads
That led from our doors
We ran along those fields of white gold
We walked along those paths of dark pines
we saw the horizon that was beyond the blue
the green that pierced the mind with dreams in hue
now I walk back to the hearth in home
to a dream that escaped some dark corner
and came to a door knocking in some moment
when miracles became true
life was once thus as if part of a dream
knew that it would get there if I strolled a bit
strive for the smile in a moment
and live for a joy in the next one
if there was a way we would find
some road to dreams anew
songs of life we heard no more
but yet there seems one I can hear
if there is one which I know
one which I can sing,
what does one do when out of a song
if the tunes gone of a rhythm in the mind
one would know how to sing a song
if the tune rhymed with the one I had in mind
But for now we shall hum songs never sung
In a voice that shall never come out of the mind
For within a world of mine it seems to find
A world where it seems a bit real
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The Beaver and the ant
Mr Conning was the beaver
who lived in the giant beech by the river.
And that is where we are at the time
For the sake of a mindless rhyme
Mindless it is but not without a mind
because you never know what you can find
with a bit of mindless mind
Now lets not leave the tale behind.
A bit of this and a bit of that
Made the beaver weary and madHe woke up every morning
And spoke this sole warning
Away I shall go one day
To Ithipa's green blue bay
"Tell me dear beaver," squeaked the little ant
"Why do you rave and rant?"
"It was only a bit of sugar in that pint of gin,
and that's long since been."
"I haven't nicked a bit of food
As I promised I would."
"Hmmphh," said Mr Conning, "Well its not just you,
there are many many other's too.'
Here he gave a sad sigh
And stared wistfully at the dark blue sky
With swirling grey circles of mist from his big black pipe against the divine starry tryst
Thus he began his tale of woe
The sorrow and the joy that he had let go
The ant sat and heard more
Of the beaver's tale from long before.
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Tripping on the moment
A word or two wouldn't be enough
To tell the tale I had to tell you
Try as I may to get them right
They all seem stuck in blue
He said there was a song or two
they sang of the days gone by in summer's hue
I tried to listen
But notes they seem stuck in blue
Heard the waves crashing through a shell
And the sand tapping gently on the glass
I even heard the pines hmming and humming
And they all seemed stuck in blue
A bit from the night with her silvery dust
a pint of sea stirred in you
with some twinkle in her eyes
will make the palette all blue.
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The tale of the apple
She started it all once upon a time
by picking the wrong red fruit from the green branch
and therein the tale of the apple set forth
Little did the prince know the apple would be such a hassle
Gave it to off to Aphrodite dear and rolled off that battle
Thousand ships the apple sailed to absolutely no avail
Much trouble had the apple caused and then it hit him on the head
Plop it fell and we knew why humpty dumpty tumbled down
It wasn't Jack, it wasn't Jill, it was the red apple
Much glory the apple had by now
Fame and power the apple held
And kept the medics at the bay
Still here sits the sweet red bite on its bright throne
The fairest of them all and the merry boys
They have all had their share of the apple
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The Innkeeper
Down by the road by the hill there was a little inn
The wooden door and wooden bench were there ages since
He built it when the days were old
Behind those doors he made them golden stakes and mugs of ale
A little girl there was, with laces pink
A Queen there was with eyes of pearl, she came there every day
Others there were who often came, a man of minds split within
Still there stands the inn with its keeper and its gin
The Innkeeper
Down by the road by the hill there was a little inn
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