The drifter drifting
cool green water and the summer air
an easy breeze
rudderless
and full of cheese bread and red heady wine
i lay dreaming
sans body sans care
my little boat drifting here and there
under a whispering tree
i found oblivion there
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welcome the dawn
as sunshine sprays the trees with golden light,
inspires a warrior
with keen insight,
saves the nation from its plight.
these are the gifts of god...
like cows and chickens,
a friendly nod
honey and spice and the valiant horse
that speeds us on a noble course
oh! the thrill of scents in the garden of the sunwarmed rose
these and more...
yes and love
come from above
so i thank god that i can see and be
a human in his mystery.
too bad the devil has strewn the barefoot path
with shards of broken glass
beware! and remember...
the devil is an ass.
the bird of sweetest virtue known
whose gracious gifts
the world has sown
she's all good women
clean as gold
all paragons of beauty as ancient poets told.
so, every gentle man must know the recipe for love to grow.
cherish love.... love's candle forever burn
let passion's fires ebb and flow
and you will never wayward go.
expect nothing in return but
give love consciously... let go
when to the dangerous confines of my mind
i find myself enamoured of myself
so pleased with this or that encounter
stand poised for some glory or disaster
which must follow a grandiose delusion of my worth
i must with grim determination
look to my faults and send a truer version of the whole
to the command center housed in my skull (military intelligence)
then, when i superimpose the negative, now developed,
i count the failures, glaring inconsistencies, and shortcomings
i am disillusioned and free to sense the urgency to use what little force i have
with little or no expectation of reward, i find myself in a smaller place
and the scale of spheres of being beyond my ignorant laziness astounds me
but i am encouraged to redouble efforts from the heart and entreat god for the power to do some good.