Good Place to RestUnder a tree, The wind kicks up More than a breeze A reminder that deep Down, beneath these leaves Lies not just souls, but their bones If ever a bird flown, or spider web grown Marked this tomb, it was never known Before this tree was born at all Two old lovers lay down Their names, scrawled Out of granite, with Dates and now, A resting place Goes to show It is just a tree, Occasional birds, Leaves of, Grass, you, And meGood Place to Rest
A Rather Good DayI saw a star that night It had all the brightness and twinkle Of which writers write I parked the car in front of automatic double-doors Helped a deep-breathing, almost-mother waddle forward. A nurse, then a doctor, then family and some friends They all came to see you crying once your life began, Your mother wasn’t crying or cursing in her room She was glowing and laughing and smiling and soon A nurse or a midwife or doctor or some girl Carried in this bundle in a blanket to our world We came in those doors, a couple Then we left as a crowd A few days later, IA Rather Good Day
First Stage of Feeling AliveTwo aloneFirst Stage of Feeling Alive
Are we Alive and awake We have faith Around
And around We go When we stop We grow Then we talk And we laugh And we sigh, a little, Not as awkward
First time lovers But as professionals Comfortable, amiable,
Our life’s work is
Indisputable We searched, We put our time in Now we rest in
Happily ever afters Two together Asleep
What are we waiting for?When is enough, for what we wish we want we wallow we few we proud we destined to scream aloud and suffer where from whence wisdom came we make it our choice to climb up, out and awayWhat are we waiting for?
from yesterday's poverty to today's panic preach this prayer to all we are not the first
to worry nor the last to cry
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What do you take me for?
Crumbs from your table and you think that
I'm fed for life?""
Jen (c) 2006
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Play for me, Minstrel, my love,
play a harp, her neck is of gold,
in a dance, which covers my soul,
I'll become the mirror of my thoughts...
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I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say let... lets evolve, let the chips fall where they may.
[Tyler Durden]
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