'I Can See You, But Not Inside You'
by Valentine
I can see you
...
Hope within hope
Dream within dream
Treasure within treasure
You were looking for me
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To Dave.
He would have done the same for me.
'I Cut The Lady's Lawn Today'
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I jjust love self deprecation
I do it all the time
A story here
A poem there
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Not my own work unfortunately, but that of a good mentor-friend of mine, PB.
'Spelling Chequer'
by PB
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'Lamb of God'
by Valentine
So you've seen the lamb of God, my friend
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To the 30+ year old man who bawled at his 10 year old son for 2+ minutes out loud on the beach and then slapped him round the head, hard. His only 'crime' was to inadvertently trip over his baby sister.
'Sir, you will probably never ever get to see this message, but my blood boiled and my heart sank to see what you did to your very own blessed son today. You will never read this, but another father tempted to do the same, just might, so I will try to explain to you, the error of your ways.
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'I Can See You, But Not Inside You'
'I Can See You, But Not Inside You'
by Valentine
I can see you
But not inside you
I can see your cross
Or your scarf
Or your cap
But not know
What they might drive you to do
Is it in the name of religion
You might do these things
Or is it power
A collective expansion
A retribution
Or just madness
Should I judge you all the same
Or see you as one singular voice
What drives you to do what you do
I can only believe in your ultimate goodness
But how can that validate
What you do
Ah, you say:
I do or did it too
First
Did I?
Perhaps I did
Misguided
If I admit this
Will you?
Or is the vase broken
Never to be reformed
How long before this deadly mix
Of politics
And religion
Is seen for just what it is
The devil reincarnate
The hurt
The fear
The blood
It effects them all
How different
Is your faith from mine
Is yours nurtured, believed
Imposed
Required
Or is the secular freedom
I strive for
Something which deep inside
You secretly seek out too
Or is that my ignorance
Or even blind arrogance
It has always been
That the silent majority
Will prevail
But sometimes not before they have been mustered
Together
In one collective voice
And strength
The truth
Whatever it is
Will always emerge
And we both must listen
And try to understand
It is the only way.