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I will not give in

I know that success is not certain,
But I smile, as I brush my long hair,
And I still stand up in the morning,
But I feel both rage and despair,

But I will get up in the morning,
And I know that success is not certain,
But I will not give in, and they will not win,
For the sake of our forests and oceans,

But I am sad and tired and broken,
And I know that success is not certain,
But I will stand up in the morning,
And I sense both defeat and despair.

Hot Summer Nights

Stars shine above…
Their reflections in the waves.

The rush of a warm breeze
flows across my skin.

Sandy feet and salt water hair
bask in the moonlight

What I wouldn’t give
for these tropical summer nights
to last a lifetime.

You Looked At Me

You looked at me
Your eyes not seeing
That which is
On the outside,
But cutting through,
To my inner core
And seeing the
True and real me
Your whisper,
Was not meant
To just my ear,
But traveled
And found its way,
Into my heart
Melting the ice
I built up there.
Your touch,
Though upon my skin
Sent sparks
Through out my body,
And forever etched,
Upon my brain
The sweetness that you
Gave unto me.
Your gentle kiss,
Though upon my lips,

The Passing

Ever since I can remember,
My dad was a hero to me.
Hard working for his family to provide,
But a gentle man as well.
Never a harsh word,
Did I hear from him.
We did not always see eye to eye,
At times he was the object of my disdain.
But when I came back home,
From the Navy you see,
Something had happened,
Between him and me.
No longer just a father was he,
But a companion and a friend.
Most of his life,
Health issues would be his plague.
Lupus, that insidious disease,

Hot Summer Nights...

Went to Woodstock baby
hot summer nights out there
It rained and we made mud-pies
[we got muddy everywhere]

Fast cars and faster women
coming down the pike
I had a few of both
and a Honda motorbike

On hot summer nights I partied
some I went too far
I passed out a lot beneath
velvet skies all shot with stars

The sweet smell of Maryjane
floated on the air
Her scent intoxicating
took away your cares

Sneer...

A smile snaked across his lips
his beady eyes delivered stares
He swivelled thrusting hips
and smoothed his greasy hair

His dance was calculated
to excite her little mind
To draw her in, close enough
not a thing to hide behind

A mask of good intentions
"Surely you will see...
just thought that I would mention
your best choice, would be me"

He's smooth of tongue and reason
it's always worked before
She should fall for him, why not ?
He's everything and more

A strange story

Once
Each
Word
Was new,
Had not existed,
Never been spoken,

So, say
‘Seaweed’,
For the first time,
‘Seaweed’,
Weed of the sea,

Smell the word,
Flavour it,
Salt-fresh
Or foul decay,

Savour the words -
Green-Hair,
Oarweed,
Hen-Pen,
Rosy-Pink-Plates,
Dew-Drops,
Oyster-Thief,
Kelp,

Coiling
The threads
Of Mermaid-String,
Knot them Into your brain,

Thin Blue Line

I wear a badge, my uniform is navy blue
I work to protect people, people just like you
Serving justice is my one and only objective
My heart is golden, my senses protective

My eyes are vigilant, my blood runs blue
I stand for the flag, and all that is true
I wake up each day to protect one and all
When death looks into my eye, I stand tall

Some wonder why I risk my life this way
Why I put it all on the line every single day
Truth be told, I'm not fighting what I see
I fight for those who stand behind me

Oxygen Mask

I wish I could write
about everything I see
the same way I write
about pain and love and fear.

Maybe with practice, it’ll come to me
as easy as the air I breathe.
But for now, I have to wear an oxygen mask.

It's Your Life

Days go slow
Years go fast
Life won't wait
Pain won't last

Joy will come
Dawn will rise
Find your place
Chase the prize

Doubts go away
Dreams come true
Happiness in life
Depends on you

Don't accept defeat
Fight the strife
Carve your path
It's Your Life

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