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Coins in the pockets of fools
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Coins in the pockets of fools |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
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Nothing looks the same Steady as a stone essentials…. With a stout heart on measureless glory Eyes bulge loud in noon silence Reaching a gate Wailing as the door slammed Then a whisper of sobs fade Photographs imagine tomorrow Where water foams with forces sweet, footsteps soft Skipping well into the turns of youth Everyone stumbles away, and doves become onlookers Inch by inch the apparitions become spirits with flailing arms Open arms waiting thirty years or more if need be Tender and chin up bring a fresh spring We find coins and islands floating Through a window of eternal instance One by one we collect them, rising Up a spiral stairway, one step at a time Rising echoes containg the challenge For each defening truth Do we hear, listen and apply To our inner ears? Where the eye of the storm thunders Quiet and near Flooding out to us the last time Molding levees formed upland Giving great reason and rhyme No island turns their back But asks, you coming with me? We found coins, if we store meanings And they fall out of the pockets of the last fool Forevermore…I to, walk with that fool Love… one by one little by little One step at a time our God..remains forever clad to our islands |
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