Gulliver Gimble

I have seen this wooden mast before.
Flowing blue sails on silent winds.
You are not welcome here anymore.
Once you were my only friend.
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A change of season is drawing near.
Scented hay perfumes the air.
Green grass slowly turns to brown.
Fallen leaf's canvas the ground.
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Woof!
Light and faint.
Legs are trembling.
What is my dog dreaming?
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Silent whispers upon the night,
hang from stars of silver white.
Cling to dreams of heavy hearts,
wishful words from miles apart.
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Look at all the cracks in this wall.
If things don't change, they will sprawl.
You've been given a warning, a simple call.
One more month to watch it fall.
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Anticipation as wiled winds settle down.
Stretching shadows can again be found.
We look for autumn’s leaves upon our ground.
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I love you for being only you.
I love you for being caring and true.
I love you for laughter and lonely nights.
I love you for loving my not so many rights.
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When corners become dark again.
Shadows seem to be my only friend.
Grey clouds find a way home.
Untrained thoughts freely stoned.
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I stand grey, cold and alone.
Like a statue on Easter Island.
Watching endless waves roll by.
Waiting for your long return.
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There is a place in heaven for all new dogs.
Comfort and peace to rest their paws.
Give them strength to go at it alone.
Give them courage in their new home.
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Wicked is the ego of self centered fools.
Who care about nothing but causing trouble.
Nobody can do right in the eyes of such people.
They have people beside them blinded in comfort.
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Five minutes either way.
Five minutes from love.
Still you wait.
And she will come.
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Nights colder than polished steel.
Sleeping on the floor of some band house.
Intoxicating sobriety looms.
Were you with me?
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Indeed time is a factor.
Years, Months, Weeks, Days, Hours and Seconds.
Before our eyes we learn about life.
A boat with no ocean is still a boat.
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Who will tell you that you were too young?
Singing such songs and having such fun.
Finding holes in brittle walls.
Who will come see you if you never call?
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If I was a diver for gold.
What stories would the oceans unfold?
If I was a gardener you know.
Would you give me seeds to grow?
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She holds herself from the oceans wind.
On a sultry August night away from her friends.
I can see the wailing of a lonely heart.
A lonely mind and a lonely start.
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A single line stretched on endless waves.
This voice of gifts and endless days.
Minds were faster than bullets back then.
Like a painter to canvas, a writer to pen.
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Hello Caroline, how have you been?
Any new songs? Any new friends?
Your sisters growing, yes I can tell,
I see your face's in my wishing well.
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Five minutes before morning shouted the sandman.
My time is almost up for you.
The dust in my bag is just about gone.
Your eyes look bought and sold he said.
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