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Wander wayfarer, youve been called many things before drunk and a fool
your famous in song and well known in verse
always talked about through out all time
so may you take some time out of your journey and answer me a question or two?
Why is it you never seem to fade or die, but just drift on by
and why dont you settled down and just call somewhere home, anywhere will do.

A silly little ditty

I pledge my love to the setting sun,
the rising moon,
for your the only thing that stays true
time and time again,
you never fail even though, I do you
How I fail to appreciate your beauty but still you keep
coming back to me daily never ceasing
to remind why I love you...

Folly

The youth is folly,
we lay here thinking that we can change this world
that we will be different, we can end poverty, war and all atrocity,
that we will be different we will make our mark on this world and it will be for the good, but my dear youth cant you see your folly every generation before us has tried to make there mark to change it, but take note we still are waging war we are still hungry there is still atrocities, now instead of smashing skulls with rocks we use nuclear missile, instead of not having enough food we have to much, and people are still being oppressed, so my youth has any generation managed to change this since the start of time? the answer is no, so why do we continue to try maybe its our youthful nature that inclines us to this foolishness...

Letters

I dance in a storm of confetti
The letters you write to me
They rain down captured in flame
the horizons are orange
oh how the torn paper that you wrote to me
float, they float they land all about
consumed as they drift
and I write to you on a blank page
and all it is filling with rage
fire burns within me,
consuming all that left of what was there
My arms they extend like, the christ god
as I spin about the flaming papers with your name about them
and I laugh, I laugh at the flaming paper that drifts about me
like a rain of little flames, the wind it blows them to and fro
and then I decide to find some place else to go
to wander and drift as the wind blows...

Vacant Mind

Empty street lead to a vacant mind,
alleyways full of fire light my way
and I tell myself I aint ever coming back here again
but as the smoke drifts up from the alley ways
lighting this street of shadows
THe monotone of the click and clack of my boots
on the dirty cobblestone of the street that I cant see
oh street where do you lead, to a vacant mind
or to a better place, who knows
but walk on is what I shall do...

my subsitute

Ember

All thats left from the fire of my feelings,
is this little ember that glows orange, radiating only a deficient amount of warmth
here I hold this ember, all thats left of what once was,
Thoughts they come and go, to extinguish this ever so tiny ember, to destroy it once and for all, but half blind I decide to store whats left of this tiny ember
deep deep into the bottom of what I call my heart, To let be guarded but not discarded, to sit and add a little glow to the darkness down below,
Only there for me to see, but maybe one day youll bring the kerosene and light this blaze once again, to the fire that ravaged me to no end...

Illuminations..

Our bodies entwined illuminated by fire in the sky,
it rains, it rains down flames
your body it burns,
you sear you sear deep into my skin, under my flesh in the marrow of my bone
Illumination from the fire in your eyes, Illuminate the ice in mine
The earth its darkened and burned
fire ravages the ground falling from on high
it rains it rains down flames
the brush engulfed in flame,
the trees the trees they scream out in pain,
the sky is bright with the fire on high
burning burning consuming the world we know, casting light to
illuminate our bodies still entwined

My dream of late...

So this is a dream ive had a few nights now and thought id share it with you all.

The sound of water laps against the steel hull of a ship, It has a post world war 2 feel or just an older feel. I stand on a darkened dock taking slow drags from a cigarette, its cold out and there is a thick fog. I can see the steel hulls and the cranes of a ship yard that I am currently in. Im wrapped in a warm peacoat with an old sea bag across my shoulder, shadows are everywhere and whats not directly in front of me is a hazy silhoute, I stand there smoking in the cold, as if waiting for something or someone, but eventually decide to walk on, I walk to away from the dock into a small town through unlit alley ways and streets, there are no street signs on the roads and the only light comes from the cigarette I am smoking, I readjust my seabag and continue wandering the streets, feeling as though I am looking for something just not knowing what it is. I eventually come to a small alley with a lantern outside the door, I walk into a small tavern like place and sit down at the counter putting my bag under my feet, I strike up another cigarette and order a whiskey with two ice cubes no more no less, I make small talk with the bar tender nothing of prevalence, I continue to sit there and nurse my whiskey for what seemed like ages, eventually a man comes and sit by me and says "you just get in sailor" I reply "yes i just got back, my name is Rory" the old man who looks weathered by more than just natural age replies "I didnt ask your name sailor" I notice how he was smoking lucky strikes and took his drink the same way I did. So I bought him a drink, I noticed the jaded nature in his eye and the way he spoke with a disdain for humanity in general, We began to speak once again, I noticed how this man would never call me by my proper name just "Sailor" and would never tell me his name as well though I prompted him to it was always retorted in "names dont really matter in these times" We talked the night away, about far away places we had been, storms we had weathered and just general small talk, in my dreamscape I thought it was odd how our lifes were so parrelel, but then the conversation turned serious and we talked more, and then I knew I had to make ship for some other distant land, I grab my sea bag off that dusty and mangy floor and put my drink back on the oaken table. The old man goes "Rory" I ask "old man how do know my name, im just a sailor to you" and he replies "its my name to" Then I cannot hear the rest of whats said but I nod and light a cigarette and walkout the door....

needless to say it was the wierdest dream of my life and what is odder is its happened a few nights now...any ideas??

Doctor Doctor

Doctor Doctor you say I got a disease, and you got the cure
Patient Patient, take a few of these and it will make you all cured,
Doctor Doctor, I just self medicate but ill take what you got give
Patient Patient, tell me your fears
Physcatrist Physcatrist, Come a little closer and ill whisper in your ear
Patient Patient, you got a disease, here take a few of these and it will make you all cured
Phycatrist Physcatrist, I just self medicate but ill take what you got to give
Born Again Born Again, You say you got the answers but ive made no inquiries
Unsaved Soul Unsaved soul, where are you going after you die
Born Again Born Again, Come a little closer and ill whisper in your ear
Unsaved Soul Unsaved Soul, you got a disease I got the cure!
Born Again Born Again, I just self medicate
God God, why have you forsaken us
Wanderer Wanderer, come a little closer and ill whisper in your ear
God God, you got a disease but I dont have a cure...

Funny how we both wrote something on the 27

She blew in from the south were love is lust, you stole the key my heart, And Ive been gone so long, it seems like home to me, baby when i was young and brave I took you for my world, the oceans were your eyes, the pastures were your curls, now I am all alone stranded in the west, and were you sleep tonight I can only guess...