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                                        | Ode and Libretto
 
                                        
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 Meanderings
 
 
 Cower like the daughters in the fate from which 
            was born. She rides
 
 luminating through thistles and 
            thorns..there.
 
 Lunars countenances will lead upon her way, 
            its glare is
 
 enchanted. The hours feel like 
            days...here.
 
 Winding~meanderings-into the lybrinth and 
            time.
 
 Never an ending-devoid of a meaning or rhyme.
 
 In 
            the laughter and the splendor of the tears upon her lash,
 
 the 
            door kindly opens, behind her it crashed.
 
 Lunar turned to 
            solar pioretted evermore,
 
 the dance skip of freedom...in 
            peonies un fleur.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Trees Can Speak
 
 
 Seabird, 
            fish and flowers they wish, that we would go away.
 
 Living 
            here amongst our stench, insecticide and spray.
 
 We may think 
            our minds all knowing,
 
 our powers quick and 
            overflowing,
 
 but trees can speak, majestic, meek and wisdom 
            winds are blowing.
 
 
 
 
 The Us 
            and You
 
 
 Sounds and thoughts of commerce, who's 
            who.
 
 Wired into the Us and You.
 
 The Us are the ins and 
            the power circle-
 
 and You are the flesh to feed what's 
            commercial.
 
 
 Green is the face of dollars, no 
            sense.
 
 Green is the colour of their jealous hints.
 
 The 
            Us feels the passion, they'll hear Your cloud's 
            din.
 
 Restraining the You as they save their own 
            kin.
 
 
 They know that You're breathing in lamenting of 
            cries..
 
 Reminders of equity.. they will surely 
            deny...
 
 Say Your goodbyes.
 
 
 
 
 Flautist's Dream
 
 
 Running 
            your fingers fair...through all my tresses here~
 
 Locked down 
            and turned around-you only realized...
 
 When I made all my 
            errors~far from the emperors
 
 gold hearts and all that's 
            love.you don't know where
 
 I 've been.
 
 And, I'm flying 
            through the corridors~and I'm dancing
 
 through the forests and 
            the trees...and I'm living with
 
 thoughts of doves...and it's 
            like you please.
 
 Woods will never be dark and 
            haunted.
 
 Wild eyed and weary lad..he found me and 
            said...
 
 where have you been my girl..missed your curls of 
            gold
 
 ..sunkissed~enchants my soul. More the raven 
            hairs
 
 I missed your words so rare.
 
 And I'm flying 
            through the corridors-and dancing through
 
 the forests and the 
            trees..and living with the thoughts
 
 of doves..then leaping 
            through the colours of the breeze-
 
 and twirling through the 
            flowerbeds..our kisses on bended knee~
 
 I will remember our 
            hug..
 
 Just the passion-the locks..the strands...between my 
            fingers..
 
 like no other.
 
 
 
 
 Finding that Girl
 
 
 I am 
            always in a rush like I have been..cut down my 
            emotions
 
 looking from within. But you never wanted me 
            tonight, you never
 
 wanted me, that's right. God how I want 
            you, like I always do.
 
 Living in the undecided world. Living 
            the dark like, we're lost
 
 without our pearls. Tell me where 
            you go from here, I'm hiding
 
 in myself...and I'm finding that 
            girl.
 
 Oh, his smile is handsome, like its always 
            been...
 
 wishing he were like you, running from this sin...now 
            I really
 
 wanted you tonight. You really wanted me, that's 
            right, oh
 
 how I want you, like I always do.
 
 Living in 
            an undecided world..living in the dark like, we're
 
 lost 
            without our pearls. Tell me where we go from here
 
 I'm hiding 
            in myself...and I'm finding that girl.
 
 All Poems 
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