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Endings Decked in SnowEndings Decked in Snow.Endings Decked in Snow
I now turn to face such things, As blue endings decked in snow, To ready me for the icy blow.
Love of spring and warmth of summer; On these things I do not dwell, But passion’s fire bank up well,
So when autumnal colours turning, Change all my joy to yearning, I will not cease from burning.
by ~JamiesHeart
Mute PassionMute Passion.Mute Passion
I have but words,
And speech they fail.
Had I hands skilled, I'd sculpt. Had I a voice, I'd sing. Had I fingers deft, I'd play.
Had I a heart, I'd dare. Had I some strength, I'd fight. Had I a gift, I'd share.
I have but words, And speech they fail.
by ~JamiesHeart
Cross BurningThere’s a cross ablaze, In this midnight city all alight. It burns in neon, desperately, To be seen among the lights of pleasure, And of sin, where garish signs,Cross Burning
Brighter still, advertise the gospel of the flesh.
I am on my way out of here, On this modern Charon’s wheeled boat. The last bus back to my quiet refuge. He smiles as I alight into darkness, That is home; here crosses need not burn, Because the vice that lives here dares not advertise.
And I, in bed, can feel where churches stand, Their presence cold on my walls and dark upon my window. &nbs
by ~JamiesHeart
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"You're earthy. Like a stump."
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"You're earthy. Like a stump."
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"When we talked, I talked about me, you talked about you, when we should have talked about each other." - (Michel Poiccard in 'A bout de souffle' )
The fog's just lifting. Throw off your bow line; throw off your stern. You head out to South channel, past Rocky Neck, Ten Pound Island. Past Niles Pond where I skated as a kid. Blow your air-horn and throw a wave to the lighthouse keeper's kid on Thatcher Island. Then the birds show up: black backs, herring gulls, big dump ducks. The sun hits ya - head North. Open up to 12 - steamin' now. The guys are busy; you're in charge. Ya know what? You're a goddam swordboat captain! Is there any thing better in the world?
hell yeah!!!
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"Shut your gob! Or I'll come around your houses and stomp on all your toys."
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