THE SAINT - THE LOVE CHILDREN OF THE MAIN LINE - By me. Her Elephant crown was stolen by the towns show/ Telepathically she phoned home and this Lama led her to what she felt she owed/ A sense of time in jest for what was mine well known/ All that was allowed by goodfella for now was set to the winds cold blow/ All was stella until my forgotten bar raised my two best fingers the wrong way around and I was again a lone/ Mistaken and shaken in irony of self arrest for not wanting to stay nor to go/ We must return to the ground a guest and pray for a way to pave the waves sound below/ Forget the lest for the most select nothing but a quick drop in to what we know/ Let minds set with respect in quest to follow something higher and pine for signs of what to let grow/ A war in which empathy and anarchy will never be friends so we become so lost we are destined for punishment when they check our heads, I know/ We are all in debt/ We are all in debt/ It is set that my heart is always At That Moment where they come and collect/ We dug for water as we could not turn back around/ We wanted to measure the depth of the sea and I never wanted to let him down/ So I told him to put a shell to his ear and the whole Ocean could be found. - Penelope Jane Heath 2014 ©
Posted on: Wed, 26 Feb 2014 11:49:06 +0000
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