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Love Go With You

You look at Me
You look through Me
And I don’t know if you’ll know me tomorrow

I look at you
I search for you
And I don’t know
if I should lead or follow

(But) Where would you run?
Where would you hide
While all the Memories betray you from inside?
Weaving through time and days gone by
Your fate within the hands that once were yours to guide…

You look towards me
You think you see
A face you know –
but the name: it escapes you.

I look at you
Can I get through?
Can I convey
the commitment to love you?

I will not run
I will not hide
Even though roles have changes the same rules still apply
Weaving through now and years gone by
Love is the one thing that remains a certain Guide

Love repair – Love renew
Love go washing over you
Love be careful – Love be brave
Love’s the only place that’s safe
Love be brilliant – Love be stronger
When all our virtues are no longer
Love go with You all the way
Love go with you all the way……

 

 

Dedicated to the Brilliant and Beautiful Douglas James Wacome, my Dad…

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The Silent Type

Every day – you go speeding away
from the processing place of your dreams.
Things that consume all your time – though they’re valid-
require more time than they seem

They’re the silent type
But they’re going wild…

Every night – though you fight being tired
you still know there are good things to do.
Every One holds a place in your heart
And you love them – like good women do…

You’re the Silent Type
But you’re growing Wild

Every thought comes to light
at the end of the Night
and wakes you with a picture
Which will haunt you all day
as you’re carried away
from your hopes for the future…

You’re the Silent Type
Holding back the tide.
You’re the Silent Type
But you’re going wild…

Every dog has it’s day
and for crumbs it will stay
crouching beneath the table.
Every word comes to pass
but you’d better think fast –
As you think -> so you’re able…

(musical Interlude)

Every Soul in order to be whole
has to duel with the Devil, while hungry…
Every Mind of the creative kind
has to wrestle with Angels for mercy…

They’re the Silent Type…
They’re the Violent type…
They will strike your thigh
As you’re aiming high…

Everyone Broken can point to the fact
that to win at the race is miraculous.
Every miracle shows what is lacking
and hands us the key to unshackle us

To avoid the hype
of things going wild
for the Silent Type
at the Seventh Mile….

Written January 26, 2010 – In response to Phoebe (NY)’s and my conversation about Natural Law verses Spiritual Covenant…