Helen C Capan

If I could write
a song for you,
I’d fill it full
of fluff and fun.
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Your palm rests only upon my cheek
As salve upon my heart runs deep.
Your fingers run just through my hair,
Yet yearnings arise to keep them there.
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The path I walk is a muddy one,
Far from the congested highway,
Without green signs and the flashing lights,
It’s charm lies within its few stones.
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The swells of my heart
Rise up to the God
Of the heavens
Who reached down to me,
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My heart’s a fast talker
When it comes to my guy.
So I sit and do listen
To it’s uncanny replies
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a song of testimony and invitation

It wasn’t until I needed so much,
It wasn’t until I fell,
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On the corner of Phone and Phone I stand
Wond’ring: does help live at the other end?
With nowhere to turn and no dime to spend,
I guess I have fences I need to mend.
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There must be more than ten thousand words
From which to choose my song
But because of who you are my dear
My song is not real long.
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White clouds are beautiful;
Gray is hard to bear.
Dark clouds are menacing;
But gray, well,
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It's not right!
It's not fair!
Did You see
what happened there?
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a song for Mama

The sun's early rays
awakened her eyes;
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Of money, credit, or coin
for giving, getting, or guarding
evaluate
the Coldness of the heart.
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A flame has been kindled
Again in my heart
That had ceased to believe
That lovers don’t part.
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Stinging eyes,
Heavy head,
I need to shut down
And go to bed.
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Unbent and untwisted,
Perfected and pure,
Revealing
I am
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I see it ahead
just beyond the trees
The light filters more brightly
the closer I get.
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DIRECTED TO those responsible for pump prices

They tax the gas;
They tax the bread;
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I thought the darkness
would be cold,
But found that blindness
has been gold.
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SPLITS

When one becomes two,
Soon two become each.
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Whitewashed
pointy plank pickets
aligned along
a long line
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