Grant House

Fatal flaw
Moment of irreconcilable difference awakening
The downward spiral turning point
The unforgivable thing
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What stories might the stitches tell
Of times and people not so long past
Their hoped for futures
Written and imbedded
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I am an old pair of scissors
After decades of loyal service
A little dull but willing
I submit to the sharpener's wheel
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What might these old scissors have to say
Whose hands reached out for them
Without looking away from the work
As she picked them up deftly and turned them around
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To weaken our cause
They seek to divide us
They exploit our fears
Amplify our differences
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In this dystopian present
Who is composing the score
Writing the libretto
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La luna llena se levanta arriba de las montanas dentro el cielo oscuro sin ayudas de nosotros o el viento. Este luna solitaria toca nuestros corazones con amor. Amor de la primera vista.
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Tonight's sky
The one that you and I
Fell from as stardust
That sky
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I do not think I am alone
In not knowing what to say when tragedy befalls our community
The sadness, the shock, the helplessness
The clock cannot be turned back
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18 kind of beautiful minutes of my life
Driving home through Ventura
North on the 101 toward Santa Barbara
Into the sunset around 7 in the evening
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Shhh..
Listen
I know there are lives
No, whole worlds
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As we begin our hike up the to Baynes Peak, Mount Maxwell Provincial Park, Salt Spring Island, British Columbia
She says,
Everything we do today is beautiful and awesome
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Come closer traveller
Let your heart find its center
Each turn around the sun
Come a little closer
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Whew! says the gentle tarantula
Halfway across the road
Almost there, he exclaims
As he slowly takes
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travel down your road
the end of the rainbow
gets closer
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A stranger once
but now a friend.
We met.
I said begin it.
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A disaster is what happens to someone else
In another town
It's news
Astonishing
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I lost you when you changed your name
I never can remember your new one
And the old one left town with no forwarding address
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I am the person who votes
And the one who does not vote
I am the campaign worker
And the indifferent student cooling his heels on the corner downtown
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