Compatriots

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I hope you’ll hope
And see there is to see
Good, and with goodness
Together we
These seas of fire
These seas of glass
Truth, having embraced truth
Rebuild anew
A life worth living
An overflow worth pouring into

Music Credit: Enya, “Book of Days”Video Credit: Lisa Rosier of FieryPhotography.com

Mostly Water

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I didn’t do that
You did that
It’s time we admit, you did that

You did that because you came here wounded
I let you do that because I empathized with you
In that sense, we did that

I hoped to help you
You didn’t know you needed to help yourself
I didn’t know you needed to help yourself

I know you didn’t mean to do what you did
You couldn’t help yourself, as, you hadn’t helped yourself
You didn’t know

Know this
I forgive you
God said, “let go.”

Own The Street

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This universe and its sprites
Plan to dance
And a grand effort
From the beginning of your days
To recruit you, as-is
Your blues, and your shoes, baby
Has been and will not end to be Underway
Thus, you must say, “Okay.”

Love Language

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I don’t remember Rome
My feet upon the Spanish Steps’ amber hollow
Too, the rushed-through blue
Maserati 5-speed — did I dream it?
Adam’s lapis aura above mine own

It all escapes me, St. Peter’s Square
Peering out over the shoulders of Saints
Counting each cobblestone
And, inside, La Pietà
What tears and blessings I carried away

Yet, I still see Versailles
Grandeur in the Hall of Mirrors
Forgiveness thence reflected
Learning of gold-gilded love
Take me, as, I’ve never been

Because, My Love

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Would the knave or the knife or whatever this pain be

Would usurp someplace else than the wound ‘twas left in me

Would that I have the chance with the welded tines of time

Would not I, having danced, not unspeak love’s blue-eyed rhyme?