ButterflyI’ll take you from your haven To botanical gardens And regard morosely, your liberty.Butterfly
Separate words are ludicrous When harmonised they soar You inspire the same air As the bass player of some obscure camaraderie.
I’ll cadge you in the swine’s belly Who caused my nervous laughter(?) (Reverse the cycle to spinning days) To light on blooming flowers.
Petal engraved patterns papier mâchė A panoply of golden wings.. All is lost for two moments in your powers.
Take away my notes of joy Just wrap them in your silent wing
Time bombTime bombTime bomb
I
The clock on the wall goes tick-tock
We are like slaves who’ve run amok.
Racing, pacing up and down
We yearn for freedom from this town.
II
Lying in bed with weary head
Get up? Go out? Stay in instead?
Take a pill and say good night
Lest you behold a weary sight.
III Six litle runts run round his feet.
Oh! To live in a home so neat.
And so for once in a house of squalor
The knife is sharpened in the parlour.
IV Rural suburbia, a workers dream.
Yet still there is no room to s
And the wind cries HarrietA disused lighthouse stands on a promontory off Achill Island,the perfect setting for a recluse. Two booksAnd the wind cries Harriet
sit on the ledge of the extensive viewing window. The pages of one are battered, having being thumbed
through many times. The other looks almost brand new. Through a crack in one of the large window panes,a
gale force wind makes its presence known with an eerie ringing sound.
A young, thin woman climbs the winding stair. She is shadowed by her ever faithful dog. Both are soaking
wet. Cheryl,being a hyperactive dalmation,makes a beeline at the last stretch,nearly knocking over her weary
owne
Damaged goodsYou left your mark of sullen grace, With uncreased laughter lines. A wasted journey to your fate. Hate and love were intertwined.Damaged goods
Twisting to the quick release A rabbit in the headlights, Dazzled by your very nature Was hit. And sent off in the night
you walked alone as always. Still independant of yourself, You fell unconscious swiftly To the ground and to the clay.
Wielding morals; make no bones.. Hypocrite, you had your chance To typify by being a martyr Before you were an ignorant crone.
Now you lay you down so deep,
Quiz
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The world has changed because you are made of ivory and gold, the curves of your lips rewrite history....
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It's the little moments that make life big.
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It's the little moments that make life big.
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Did you know that...
In the 60s you needed the power of two c64's to land on the moon..
In 2005 you need the power of a pentium 4 just to start windows..
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It's the little moments that make life big.
What part of the west r u from?
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In life's jigsaw puzzle, it's sometimes hard to fit all the pieces together even if you know they're in the right place.
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It's the little moments that make life big.
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