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Not With Me Today (day 483)

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Allow me to not be here today
Away from my hearts delight
Of all the sores upon my feet
They do not beat the plight
My heart does yearn for
In this distance
That has brought
You away from me

For though my mind
Be racked; confused
There are few things I know
One of which that tugs at me
Conflicts not my thoughts at all
Is of a girl
None too tall
Beauty beyond them all

It’s not far from here
Where she lives
A small stones throw away to be sure
It is hard to say at current rate
How long I’ll be away
That doesn’t matter
My memory is short
And not with me today

Circles (day 444)

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Did you wonder as I made circles around you
How long it would last until I jumped?
Did you smell the sweet aromatic essence
Of flowers I crushed for you to death?

Long lasts the memory of ignorance
That curses through your veins
Sitting there idle in your own pain and misery
Distance grows the pain of memory
For those who haven’t landed safely

In another day that crawls upon me slowly
Love wont let me down again
I shall cry with the circling eagle
Ancient gods surrender now

Clarity (day 439)

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And then as the hope was still stretching high
Like the demons that grab at ankles as night enters
When all of the stars were close at hand
Right then was the point at which the oldest memory flickered clear
The sensation regained and fluttered a moment
Pushing and pulling at the strings that cannot stretch
Yearning for the attention that has forever been
In a moment of lost consciousness that lurches forth
Just as the impending doom seats the fate of hate
Eyes flickered and rolled backwards into a lost realm
Just then was the moment that clarity didn’t matter

First Horn (day 367)

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The serene beauty caresses my being
I watch it from ten houndred meters in the sky
Rising sun catches a glimpse of a bird
Making it’s way further into the day

The trees hardly move now
At this mornings early calm
The rabbits hop slowly
Shaking off the freshly set dew

The clouds they are heavenly
Parting here and there for blue sky
Perhaps the starling will fly today
Screeching into the sky

Breakfast is a faint smell away
Lingering like a fond memory
Today is beginning now
I hear the day’s first horn

And I Shall Head Home (day 170)

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Reason comes to the surface like an infected pond
Suffocating the life out of dreams and hope
But that’s ok, it’s just a small pond in the circle of life
Bigger fish will come from different ponds

The memory, however, shall remain constant forever
The fun times afloat our two-seater
Rowing slowly around the familiar banks of destiny
Wearing in the good spots of weathered wear

The boat it can sink, but I surely can swim
The fish it can run, but I surely can reel
The oars they can break, but surely I can then kick
But if, upon the banks where I stand
I should see such a torment dark seas that do bring
I shall pack up my oils, wear my wellingtons proudly
And head home, till the banks they do clear