Edward Webb

Life, lived; not by the, present, contained within the Now,
so thinking of a recollect - of what your mind will allow

means present becomes, neglect - and past, does future infect,
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The famous sound that comes in summer,
the chorus that comes with each morn,
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Temperate natures can give unto the tempest of day.

A gentle breeze upon thy face,
Interwinds with gentle rustles
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I spoke to a little bird today,
it landed beside and this be what I Say;

Do you know that your a robin good sir? famous to our eye.
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justice: as word, read by perpetrators eyes, is cruel as meaning is defined,
consequences drawn on them caught,
soon shroud actions in, murderous blame,
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When light ebbs away from a livings eyes,
and livings age, pays its wage,
so the body to soul no longer does engage.
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suspicion; haunts as demon, wondering the mind of guilt,
for when thought of gain is actioned, souls unheard will wilt,
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When we are deep in thought,
images drawn upon the mind,
never is a sighted moment,
in the present to find,
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There is a serpent that hides in the damp,
of a lipped cavern,

long, moist and venomous its known as the tongue,
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The War-
e.webb

my heart and eyes are at mortal war,
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A steepled church
hides the Bell,
that silent,
stood prepared,
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the Brain, in stature,
within; nature sits,
unique in self-aware,
within; a creature,
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The inward lover,
can love no other.
There mirage of perfection;
hides a non-self affection.
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The Heart by fact beats, Why? is not as clear,

For when beats do increase,
Feeling excitement or through fear,
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so small the world that is its home
no science can exacting define,
yet all around including me
are made up of them deep down,
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If death were the end
then why do care
and give love that we solemnly share
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Do not believe in every one's repose
For seeming friends prove oftern the greatest foes,
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We write lifes story,
from the fossils of death.
Yet what about the creatures of past, no fossil left
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Unfurled from a construct of a human reality,
A reality filled with minds collect
in electrical lanes, not synaptic of thought,
until bought from a store by a searched endeavour,
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Summer brings a rise of early;
welcomed by a dawn caress,
and from a coloured;
petaled,
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