

Lord's Summer PrayerI begged Winter for its departure and Spring’s return, Spring came, shrouded by Winter’s interminable presence, till Summer appeared at the changeling month December, it came and stayed. And the Heavens dried up and left no mercy And Hell rose above the Earth’s crust, convinced the Sun to become the Devil’s Advocate alas, nothing was spared. Everything within mortal vision melts,Lord's Summer Prayer
burns, boils and is tortured. Making Love is thus unbearable, human contact thought a Sin, banned for the repulsive Hellfire it begins. The Hell fire’s on Earth stay to deliver isolation,


Tonight, Today, YesterdayTonight’s assured me I will forever be fraught, With the wind and the song, this plays forever in my head, And will haunt me till the day I choose to be free.Tonight, Today, Yesterday
Today’s a lonely hour and it’s forever lasting, Ephemeral warmth a distant memory, this aches me so, And will follow me all the days till I choose to let go.
Yesterday seems warm and remembers me surrounded, But those days are gone, and I wish they were here to stay, And will herald all my thoughts till the day I choose to move on.
Nature's Ashes
Polarity

guiltyGot in trouble with the law I was innocent by all means Police didn’t like me much because I was raw Too much of a free spirit Decided to break me There is one problem,I’m a git Stubborn since I was the age of three Told me I was a trouble maker Had stop myself from laughing out loudguilty
Guilty cause I was a plumber’s son Class will get you everywhere Guilty for the way I walk Probably for the way I talk too Guilty when I’m innocent I’m not just a pretty face with empty space between my ears
Thrown in a cell to think About a crime I never
Devious Comments
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See ya!
shine on!
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Thanks again...what part of Australia are you from???
Cheers cobber.
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Listen to Jazz. She makes sense.
And some help...
Stichic is a poem in which all stanzas use the same meter.
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So ends another session of wasting time with Faye...
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