Thomas Adams

So on to grey and misty sight.
The 'dare' to passers by.
Let us lightly sip the liquid night.
Pray, not sure fully, why? '
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On young and restless heart imposed the 'carefull not to dream.'
A dream is just a dream. Another 'get in trouble thing.'
And why I held this thing so close, this task that I should bring.
For task is just a task without the gamble of a dream.
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It is so destined, that such a 'Mentor' should and must be willing to make available to less fortunate, peaceful, sibling lands, all the knowledge and assistance that may pertain to freedom, that they themselves have acquired. And that peace is understood to be the resulting gift left over from any fight for freedom.
Through the grace of God, the willingness of men and countless souls lost, did a first nation obtain it's own wish to be unencumbered by the tyranny of another. And as this first nation
appears to be free through out the world, there will come others that wish to rest upon this lofty mantle. Others less fortunate, without the resources or assistance needed to fully understand the prospects and accomplishments of peace.
The hopes and dreams of any sibling land must not be dashed through the reservations of an unmindful benefactor.
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Demanding all life's little things, indeed you've done without.
Now settle in your aches and pains, the mountain's climbed no doubt.
Through 'Trudge, ' the beast that wears upon, all aspects of you there.
Is shown how you of life are fond, and how you truely care.
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I spoke of purple mountains and of amber grain that waves.
And hark, the ring of freedom down a costly road it paves.
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I feel that when I'm at a place,
hear a tune or smell a smell.
The feeling that I've been before
is my moment in time to tell.
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On the night that you were born, the air was calm and sweet.
The sun had set itself on down imposed it's feat, repeat.
Trees were browned and yellowed, fair, and leaves a flutter down.
And painted boldly all around, new carpets on the ground.
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A rattle sound, the gurgling, a baby's what I hear.
Now time has snatched my baby; turned her tide I do declare.
Even now the face you sees a smiling broad and stout.
But just below the surface loud a Daddy's crying out.
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I've not the time to settle in when work is gone undone.
So much work afraid to say that carries me my ton.
And though the work is not all mine or left for me to do.
Still toil to finish up this work, hope I'd be seeing you.
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When all day has set itself right back to sweet design,
and all the sounds that have me thin return to silent time;
I sit alone and listen for an answer to my prayer.
I'll peel away the after thoughts of layer after layer.
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It's stronger than a thing should be, a resting place in flight.
And gathers all the strength it needs from shiny morning light.
Some older than the memory serves yet younger than it seems.
I even thought I heard some sing, but maybe those were dreams.
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I did in fact just see him there. A whirling brilliant light.
And wove them snickered tales I've spun of wounds not healing right.
But I am settled in with me and all I may survey.
The truth from humbled men of God, did see their God today.
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America's degeneracy is made continueous
Through her self appointment. She conscripts
Without regard, to risk each of her vested
Interests. Mean the while amassing truths
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The ear is alert and waits for a goodly rumbling.
A voice to usher in this day. With the morning;
aromas from the autumn breezes blow. The sun is awake.
The life that slept the dark and piney night has begun
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A special wish, this special day, bright lights up colored sound.
The fact that I'm the lucky one, to have my sister round.
I travel back from time to time, without constraint - not bound,
and sister offers confidence, won't settle for my frown.
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Do please lift your priceless brow. Let wonder fill and freeze.
Steadfast and marching further now. Do keep the pace I please.
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Keep the gaggle of friends you choose,
all bundled for the night.
Think not the precious things you lose.
Not chose those friendlies right.
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I see lights! Dimly Flickers that prance and dance atop cold, black, watery reflections. Hues on their own accord, bringing to life - brilliance. Alive, gargantuan! (H) humbly in submission, the meere scent of a country. Widening eyes bringing each to his own, in his manner, his bounty. A light, bright. A day to cast its counterpart by earth and boot. Even should I dare to discontinue? To turn the way around? Who but I? Then, but me, shall be left to flail and cease?
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Those very stares begin at dawn and winter has a hold.
I frown the gust across the lawn, not bundled for the cold.
The passive change I might subject is subtle say the least.
For saving me has churned awhile by mother and her priest.
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I have grown accustom to the goodness here and I do look forward. My companion shall certainly trump and win over the darkest assuming night. An enthusiastic cheer so brazen it commands and heralds in sharp rays of vibrant colors. The thump and slam. Then a continued gush. Life effortlessly pushing the limit. It is personal and I am forever curious. I am without effort, the partner to this timely dancer.
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