James Howden

If we could make this world of ours, a safe and happy place,
If only all the nations could lovingly embrace.
Devoid of greed and corruption, where love is joyously sung,
No ageless imperfections, if all the world and love were young.
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A delicate moonbeam, dancing high, atop the star filled sky,
filters down to crimson brook, where once we use to fly.
Where night flight dancing filled the air, a bustling brook of fun,
where hearty revelry and feasting time, was had by everyone.
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To snuggle in my mothers arms, to gaze into her eyes,
to feel her soothing, gentle caress, subdue my tearful cries.
To hear her gentle voice once more, to look upon her face,
to revel in her loving grasp, cocooned in her embrace.
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Darkness covers polluted lands, where death and squalor reside,
for our eternal battle with mother earth, this apocalyptic slide.
Our constant rape of natures gifts, our technological advance,
has obliterated landscapes, proffered no second chance.
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och, tae walk again, through the winding hills;
wae the heather at ma feet.
jus tae wander roond the glens n lochs,
or tae climb auld arthurs seat.
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What makes you come alive? You ask, you want me to explain,
describe my thoughts and feelings, my happiness and pain.
Set free my inhibitions, divulge to one and all,
my innermost sensations, you ask me to recall.
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Burning embers of virgin love heighten and ascend,
transition into adulthood, one summery weekend.
A time long gone, but always near, always close at heart,
my birth to manhood, holiday fling, doomed from the very start.
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From the dawn of our conception, to the sunset of our life,
Our time evokes sensations, happiness, trouble and strife.
Through experience and expectations, wisdom comes of age,
Borne of misconceptions, tolerance and rage.
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I am not into god or religion, and I like sex as much as you all,
I care for the many that suffer, and I fear for the children so small.
But I feel we have missed our vocation, the true reason why we are all here,
And if we do not challenge the ways of this world, then what follows will persevere.
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From an ancient land of long ago, where myths and legends dwell,
there lived a proud and ancient beast, his story I have to tell.
Because of fertile mind, and foolish fear, and misconcepted lies,
Thousands of his kinfolk, from sharpened sword met their demise.
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A slender dragoness, sleek and fast, glides through miramack,
frightened elfling, riding hard upon his proud mounts back.
whizzing by the josiper plants, and flopper trees stood tall,
his quest to find the fairy folk, he's got to tell them all.
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