Finger weaver strands together
Flax and fibre with the timbre
Of steel and stones, rocks and bones
Hold the gold
Glitter, glitter
As the rain goes
Patter, pitter
On tinny roof, so aloof
To industry surrounding me
Of steel and stones, rocks and bones
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Counselling is a Lie
Counselling is a lie You cannot hold space. Space is breathed Moved in Inhabited Moved within Space is sized Larger, smaller Sometimes too ...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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Final Thoughts From an AGM You want to mess with me? I can take you down a notch Spill the beans I’ll spill your blood Tooth for tooth, splo...
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Standing on a Hillside Sometimes you look back on where you have been Past the cloud-fluffy daffodils bobbing and green Through the deep dar...
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