When I was a windy boy and a bit
And the black spit of the chapel fold,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),
I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,
The rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit,
I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled
Nine-pin down on donkey's common,
And on seesaw sunday nights I wooed
Whoever I would with my wicked eyes,
The whole of the moon I could love and leave
......
I am waiting for my case to come up
and I am waiting
for a rebirth of wonder
and I am waiting
for someone to really discover America
and wail
and I am waiting
for the discovery
of a new symbolic western frontier
and I am waiting
......
There is nothing more innocent
than the still-unformed creature I find beneath soil,
neither of us knowing what it will become
in the abundance of the planet.
It makes a living only by remaining still
in its niche.
One day it may struggle out of its tender
pearl of blind skin
with a wing or with vision
leaving behind the transparent.
......
"Do I believe," sayest thou, "what the masters of wisdom would teach me,
And what their followers' band boldly and readily swear?
Cannot I ever attain to true peace, excepting through knowledge,
Or is the system upheld only by fortune and law?
Must I distrust the gently-warning impulse, the precept
That thou, Nature, thyself hast in my bosom impressed,
Till the schools have affixed to the writ eternal their signet,
Till a mere formula's chain binds down the fugitive soul?
Answer me, then! for thou hast down into these deeps e'en descended,--
Out of the mouldering grave thou didst uninjured return.
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Dazzles light mine-your eyes quick fast sparkle
Glistening knowledge joyous God High
We amaze soft laughing brim satisfied full
As around us all light too-full joyous nigh
Soft patter footsteps left behind weary heaviness
As new fallen white soft snow anticipates our weighted gravity to
And we joyous light laugh-His Free Acknowledge Gift suppleness
In reminiscences learned expanse gain-now-ever new
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I’ve been an open book so long
my binding’s come undone
my heart worn on my sleeve so long
I can’t wash out the blood
I walk through life with widened eyes
think everyone’s got Good inside
but if you ask the coroner,
he’ll readily attest
......
black cat in the woods
wide eyed amidst greenery
and the wild chorus
Two kids and a goat...
One’s wearing a coat....
One’s wearing a dress...
Plantation noblesse...
Living life on a farm...
Not causing no harm...
Just enjoying the sun...
Having nothing but fun...
......
Some daughters love their fathers
a bit too much
and their mothers not enough
This father was a cop,
the type that deals with the nasty cases
and he often came home drunk.
Alcohol did help, he said
and drank some more on the couch
and sometimes drank until he passed out
......
younger than the may
and full of innocent joy
tomboy needs his toy