James Wakelin

Please silence for the spoken one speaks
but his language is common, overly used
To be left out in the dark
In the cold
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Open wide thy little star
stare upon the quickened brow
you do design untold calamity
and trusting forth a Roman pearl
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I dont know how it happened
It just briefly passed me by
A huge cyclonic hole in the wall
depresses the lonely chasm
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Tired of the long nights stuck far away
Wishing for assurances that you will stay
Offering but chalk and a dry loaf of bread
And begging you not to do what you said
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A love a loan an empty cheque
a writers blank a quick duelling death
what eyes do they look for
a summers afternoon
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Simple men and boys are told
to be happy strong and bold
but I say
relax into the life you live
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It was after school
deep in the tropics
just minding my own business
two larks flew across my windscreen
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Ihaven't done anything alarmingly good
I do go to church though and cut the wood.
So who knows at all
because of the way of
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So keen is my eye to discern
and incredible do I look at it
which is indeed a deceit
and a lie
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what I believe is dear children
that rain comes to drink and feed
life enters the limb and frees it's speech
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When a feeling, sickened unto death
Does breach the storm
Has a current passed a beam?
When quietly takes off to an extremity of love bliss? ?
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What is it with raping?
Do we put up with it?
Do light-bulbs generate heat or do they put out light?
Does a woman become an object of dirt or a creature of pure love?
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What was a game done in a corner
Said bread and butter, canned cola
And a dear of a child
And twins begin again
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The trouble with bad is that bad is trouble
I trouble to say that the bad is trouble
Yet the bad and the trouble (like sadness and bubbles)
As often seen on T.V. these days
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The days will come when we can love the King
His soft voice gently surrounding us
To love the Father and the Son
Would be happiness enough for everyone
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Who knows why they came?
They didn't brave my keep for a drink
they came to provide my sheep with a garden
in which they grew their pleasant plants
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Green paths lined that eternally festooned
house
it was set on the
brink
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To be a challenged desire of hope and respect
the tears of rain subside in my youth
To be a bright earthern silk quilt
all done up in a sort of torn, the briefest of seams
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Poison poison in my veins
it kills the sense of love that was
and then again the newness
once again sprouts its wing.
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I do
I want
I have
To trust me?
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