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Freedoms DreamFreedoms Dream Freedom by a dream, Free like floating whisps high above the streams These eyes are blind from wide eyed reality, no sign is seen to stop the dream, Only hinting caution to be grazed, from the inside, inside the scheme Desire wracks me in endless reverie, in this dream we seek the means, But soon we find we are the means to an endless scheme of devil’s greed Facts and Fiction we ever see, cruel depictions stain the screens Sort out our purposeful use, and the falsified truths we’ve been bound since youth In the day of this day, there is no need to survive, most have some say, itsFreedoms Dream
by ~Geoffrey-M
To Bid a Constant FarewellTo bid a constant farewell like the slow escape from a trapped pott, matter like water, into the drain and out of thought To have what we have not Well out, into the fourth, to steal of luck, to buy what beggars caught when only true time may tellTo Bid a Constant Farewell
My auditorium has grown too quiet My dancers and singers have grown still Once in time, and forever a ghost, the secure and confident pilot becomes the despondent host, it disappears through the window sill When windows are doors, ladders to the poor, the slow itching of walled fortresses will fall in loosed grains
by ~Geoffrey-M
Sudden wavesSudden The boundless sea begins to rage in ever pressing crashing waves A boat floats gently, gliding grey, miles above deepest blue water grave He's stranded, holding stay; he stands alone amidst the darkening day Without engine, paddle or oar, there is nothing but his boat and the endless ocean roar So he passes into the growing haze, amidst the raging blue, unsure of end or endeavor's way In sudden moment the sun he's wearing, and prismatic mists sends the light flaring The light is reflected by the sea, and just so suddenly the sky becomes the screen His eyes are wide and staring, every coloSudden waves
by ~Geoffrey-M
The Life of DayThe Life of DayThe Life of Day
Life begins and we rise like dawn descisions to be made, and living to be done Pick the path that looks most fitting Thought its hard to tell if your right or wrong When the good becomes the bad, and the bad goes on The light is strong, it will soon be noon we have confidence in where we place our feet though we know where we walk, and how its coming soon and any sun that rises in the east must have a west to meet and the light begins to fade in the late hours of day Still we find some light in the gloom Follow it til dusk and pray its n
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His name is Geoffrey,
He likes to draw suns.
He lives in the sea,
And plays "Hot Cross Buns".
His friend is a flea,
And he has several sons.
You can join him for tea,
But you might get the runs!!!
That's right, you have competition now.
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Says Amy May.
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