Oh I have flown within the sky

and climbed many mountains high

I have swam beneath the sea

and sailed upon its many waves

I have walked the desert hot

and in the forest green

Oh I have done so many things

I have been so many places

alway seeking some thing more

alway looking to find me

I found myself not in the air

nor upon the mountain high

I found myself not with the sea

nor walking though the land

but as I did all these things

within my mind I sought

Oh what am I looking for

oh who would I have be me

always yet I travel on

so many things still to do

because now I found at last

it is my journey that is me

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Fear walks tonight

a dark, flowing shadow

evil glides quietly about

power black and strong

it eats the hearts of men

it would turn cowards of all

stronger thro than this

something walks the night

their greater power is make known to all

in their brightest light

an everlasting day

they move across the earth

giving light to all who'll take from them it

fear and evil

darkness flee

the growing light

light shall someday rule

dark forever done

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He made the path

and set my feet upon it

He lights the path

that I may know the way to go

He tells me of the path

that I need not stray from it

He leads me on the path

so I know I need not fail

He leads me back

if I should wander

He lifts me up

if I should fall

He takes the burden

that I cannot carry

He stays beside me

When all others fail

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Oh most holy father

see now my suffering

Oh dear lord

they do not know thee

they feel not the ill

the darkness of the very air

the sadness of thy spirit

your sorrow for children lost

here the very earth cries out

the light of the sun is cold

cold, so cold and hard

cry out with despair

oh how

oh how do they not feel it

why does it not tear their feelings

oh how do they find joy here

father

give me understanding

that I may know

that I may know why they come here

for dark do I feel the spirit

loudly the earth's sorrow call to me

heavy

heavy is my heart

when I am here

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Leaves

winters snows slowly melt

moving slowly back

inch by inch giving way

yielding up all covered

freeing all that it has kept

buried below its white

frozen unseen, unwanted

grasses, brown unliving

soil, wet, soft mud

leaves, dry and bittle

wet and soft

looking lost

out of place in the coming green

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GUI's

Oh how I hate GUI's

Oh how they make me mad

My mouse, I call it Rat,

it's alway's in the way

It's cord dragging across my desk

the mat takes to much room

Buttons here, buttons there

push pins everywhere

Big windows, little windows

Windows everywhere

big ones over little ones

(I know it's here somewhere)

I have clock

or maybe two

it's open here somewhere

Not enought memory

close something up

(or buy another meg or two)

Oh give back my command line prompt

the words so carfully learned

The C's and A's

(sometimes F's and G's)

that I hold so dear!

I guess I learned too long ago

back in the early years

DOS feels so simple

after lload,peeks and pokes

When sixteen kilos was a lot

and we saved our work to tape

300 baud was quite fast

and we dialed the phone by hand

I cannot think of where I am

with all these windows

I get very lost

And all these tasks

going all at once

seem to think more than me

Give me back the simple text

give me back my prompt

I guess I am just to old

just in a rut to deep

I just hate GUI's

I just hate my mouse.

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Clothes

I wonder about people

who are in to clothes

or cars or trucks

I wonder who they are

when they strip bare

who looks back from the mirror

In the dark

is there no one there

unseen the're just not

Do they each night

hang them selfs up

folded neaty and put away

And each morning

does no one get up

until dressed for the day

Then they park they car

and walk away

do leave themself too

Without their truck

that is fixed just so

do they loose themselfs too

Who are these people

is anyone there

but clothes, cars and trucks

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Change

The pride of those

who would change the world

Their blindness in the vision

vision only they can see

They set forth to make a mark

without knowing of the mark on them

Without asking nor questioning

who showed them the world

Who taught them to know

that the world could change

Do they think of where they would be

without those who bore them

Without those who taught them

grew food for them and clothed them

All the ones who make up the world

the ones who they are going to change

The ones who make them who they are

ones who without there is no world

The ones who then changed

may not make a world to be changed

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Wind Words

I speak to the wind

And the wind carries my words from me

They go from me to who will take them

And the wind tells me not

To who it has gone

In this I have no knowledge

I cannot say who has been touched

By my words in the wind

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Logic?

Must logic only flow

by yes and no

one and zero

true and false

Can logic have a

question

must it only be

all or nothing

always right

or always wrong

Will logic never say

maybe it is

or maybe it's not

that it just doesn't know

Can logic say

maybe?

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Waiting

Endless

time slowly movies

yet moves not

Forever it lasts

it will pass by

trapped am I

Within

changeing not

I cannot change it

It preys on me

stopping not

eating my soul

endless

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In cold fall

with turning of leaves

but before their fall

came first the snow

pulling from trees

their golden leaves

buried in snow

till the spring

now comes the sun

upon the land

melting the snow

leaves now to show

now is the wind

to carry the leaves

away across the land

in sun of spring

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pale sunlight comes

down thru thin frozen clouds

the blue of the sky

masked not hidden

barely is shown

the snow melts

as a cold wind blows

bare trees chatter

as grasses tries to grow

winter is ending

slow to loose it's hold

spring now is comming

warm after cold

warm is comming

after the cold

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My people I your Shaman has something to say

I have studied the shadows, trees and sky

and the sun is staying with us longer each day

winter is broken and spring will come again

Once more the world will return to life

flowers will bloom and grasses will grow

and trees their leaves once more will show

as promised by our sacred tree

now we will rejoice and give gifts to each other

as the gods once more will give us spring

I your Shaman has had this to say

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Trees breathe fog.

Trees breathe fog

I know they do

In dark cool night

without a wind

Then wise owls nest

without the dark sky

Soft mist flow upon the gound

reaching up into the sky

Grey shapes that twist

becomming thing not quite seen

Cool mist that chill

cold fingers down the spine

Dark tall shapes bend down

creek and reach out

The distant fades

becomming lost

Things move out of sight

within the white mist

Fallowing behind you

waiting for their chance

Trees help to hide them

within the fog the breathe

Trees breathe fog

I know they do

To hide their reaching limbs

hide the monstors

Quiet the sounds

of limbs and footsteps

Trees breathe fog

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Sun up

Oh how softly sings the eary morn

how sweetly moves it breath

the deep dark briskness of the sky

and sweet scent of falling dew

quickly mountains seem to grow

as the high moon slowly wains

the grow chatter of dear small birds

and the rustle of leaves up in the trees

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Law?

How sad it is that people feel,

that the reason people are good

why good works are done

why people love and help one another

is because there is law.

That without law

there would be no good,

there would be no love,

people would not help each other,

That without law

there would only be evil,

people would only rob and kill,

all people would turn against each other,

That without law

all the world would be destroyed?

I cannot belive that!

I belive that love comes not from law

I believe good works are not done because of law

I do not belive that people would be evil without law

I belive people can love

I belive good works can be done

I belive people can be good

Without law to make it so.

I belive in people

I belive in love

I belive in good works

Without law to make it so.

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ECHOS

lost in a fog

not knowing which way

not knowing where

nor how

footsteps echo around me

people going somewhere

people who seem to know

where and how

carefully I listen

hearing echos

hearing the way

that they go

carefully I fallow

traceing their movements

traceing the way

seeking where they go

comming upon them

seeing who

seeing where

not knowing why

listening again

hearing echos

hearing the way

that they go

fallowing the echos

seeking the way

seeking where

finding places

fallowing echos

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Help

people listen not

want not

help not

they want not to hear

nor see that which is

disturb them not

let them sleep

they will not hear

cries for help

sorrows in darkness

their eyes see not

twisted soul

bent bodies

hands without feeling

burning pain

frozen movement

they sleep

soundly

quietly

they cry not

live painless

move freely

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The Knight's Armor

The knight in shining armor walks

past the admiring eyes

who look upon with longing

so tall, so proud

all would be like he

And into his tent he goes

bumping the pole

he opens his visor

thru which he can barely see

loosen his helmet

he takes it off

loosen his neck

from the poor fit

removes his cloak

uncovering his beast plate

and the large bent

that it hide

he removes a gloves

and it falls to the floor

the other barely works

unbuckles his plate

he takes it off

so his can bend

his plate will not

and gets the glove

sitting down he remove

the foot guards

that for once did not

pop and click

as he walked

unbuckles and removes

the leggings bright

with the knees

that barely move

he look at his armor

the rust spots

the dents

and thinks

at lease it mine.

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Cameras

speaking to the camera

it's unblinking eye

it's face never changing

it's feeling never seen

can it's eye really see

are my words even heard

what is it thinking

what does it feel

can cameras see cameras

do they see their face's change

each other can they hear

each other can they feel

people talk with cameras

each other they can see

word they speak to each other

each other they can feel

I speak to cameras

the unbinking eye

the face never changes

nothing do I feel

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Flower

does a flower wait

the next day's sun

or the rain from

the coming week

or fear what

tomorrow may bring?

no

the flower grows

and blooms each day

not caring what

the future holds

knowing not

hope nor fear

it makes no plans

has no dreams

but just grows

a part of the beauty

in the world

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Growth

life is like a tree

growing each day

shaped by each day life

some of each day

shaping the tree

each day's weather

rain and wind

sun and light

shape's the growth

and becomes a part

and in seeing the tree

one can see some

of each day that

the tree has lived

which way the wind

has blown the most

if enough rain fell

if the sun

has shine upon it

and all this

and in every day

shapes the tree

into what it is

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A mountain's path

two men in morning light

stood at a path's start

a path that ended

on a mountain's top

one man started off

setting a quick pace

moving quick across

the meadow at the start

the other man waited

and looked at the grasses

and then start to walk

through the meadow

and stopped to pick

some strawberries

and then continued

on his way

the first man had

quickly gone on

though a stand

of trees

the second stopped

at a tree where

a hive of bees was

and got some honey

then went into the trees

and picked some fruit

the man had since

crossed a brook

and quickly went on

the second man

stopped to drink

and the fish swim

then crossed the brook

the man continued

at a fast pace

up the mountain side

using all the cuts

to speed his way

the second fallowed

all the turns

and stop to look

at all the views

and pick some flower

as he slowly climbed

the first man

long time before

had reached the top

in record time

when the second

came to the top

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a old man

sit's in his room

tied from a long

hard life

wearey from long trial

wanting only a end

unwilling to going on

is called for to come

is offered a new chance

a new start

a new life

a newal of hope

but his hope is gone

he longs not

seeks nothing

wants only to crease

to end

he heards the call

he thanks the caller

but stays in his room

he will not go

he cannot try

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The Rope of Faith

In the night I dreamed a dream

of a rope in the sky

being twisted from strings

but some strings were broken

while others ran long

and new strings were sometimes added in

and the strenght changed

with the number of strings

unbroken in the rope

and then I awoke I prayed

to know of my dream

and a voice said

the rope is your faith

each string is a good work

or being faithful to a commandant

each break is a sin

or a end to a good work

and each new string

is the start of a new good work

or obeying a new law

the thicker the rope

the stronger your faith

and each break in the string

weakens your faith

and in this your faith

changes from day to day

your faith being today as strong

as you have made

your rope of faith

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Tamera

Oh once that seems so long ago

a youngful me who felt so wise

met a girl so young and good

and thought he knew what to do and say

oh this girl I sought to win

and to win her to be my bride

she must see me young and good

I tried with her all to do and say

on the years have passed me by

a old man now who would be wise

lost a girl so young and good

I know not now what to do and say

I long now for so long ago

a youngful me who as not wise

to meet a girl so young and good

I think I now know how to feel

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a man waits

for long years waiting

helpless and unable

to free himself

unable to save him self

without anothers help

doomed forever

lost forever

yet one day

after long waiting

one come

one comes to help him

who loves and cares

beyond him selve

who will open the trap

and set him free

the work is done

"YES" he shorts

"It it done"

"I am free"

he cried out with joy

and God and angles

rejoy with him

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a spring day

mid sun and shade

with flowing wind

across the grass

and thro the trees

seeds with cotton

bubbles from a child

day flees in sun

and shade playing

endless shapings making

life begings

time turning

a day passes

as a child plays

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Autumn leaves

men's words grow

and live their season

then dry and fall

to blow upon the wind

across the land

sometimes are found

looked at with wonder

Beautiful to behold

golden and rich

till they fade

and dust blow away

leaves of gold

made of man

words inscribed

bound with rings

passed hand to hand

words are added

studied and loved

carefully crafted

for another day

when words of man

blowing on the wind

fading turning dust

are looked upon

with wonder

treasured and kept

pressed in pages

of a book

words unread

from leaves of gold

truth unknown

beauty unseen

love unknown

that's lasts all time

life's unchanged

souls untouched

words blowing

with the wind

across the hill

till they fade

words of men

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In winter dark

Cold dark night grows

And days grow short

The green grass dies

Life begins to fade away

Wind blows and carries off leaves

Birds it takes to far away

As darkness grows across the land

Pine trees stand tall within the night

Mistletoe berries red in the cold

And the Poinsettia its brightest color shows

In the cold dark night

A new star shines bright

Beneath its light

A new baby cries

Now light grows bright across the land

Birds now sing in the new day

Wind grows warm and trees grow green

Life again into color blooms

The grass springs forth

And the days grow warm

Light goes forth upon the land

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Tone Deaf

In the ballroom of life

people dance to the music

their movement controlled

by the beat and the pitch

of the music

The beauty of their actions

of their moves and steps

of their interaction

set by the music they hear

But among them there dances

some who cannot hear the tone

the pitch, only the beat

and yet they to must dance

But hearing only the beat

and seeing the other dancers

as the tone softly changes

the dancers move with the tone

the others stumble

not having heard the change

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Thanksgiving

Oh Lord help us this day

praises of thanks to give

for all good things to us

you give

for sky above and earth

below

for the sun in day

stars and moon at night

the singing of birds

and falling rain

clouds that float

with the wind we feel

eyes see flowers

and ear head brook

scents that tease

our nose each day

for drifting sand

and towering mountains

snow that covers

yet trees still grow

Lord lets us not forget

thy gifts

given us each day

even life we pray

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pad

Inkless pen

on a sheet of glass

waves meet

etectronic flow

ones and zeros dance

iron spins

crytral changes

light leaps through

and lines form

rocks think

studies lines

checks it's notes

sents on it's thoughts

words form

that I wrote

without ink

nor paper

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change

oh my father

to thee I pray

oh let not thy children

suffer in my seeking

the new path which before me lays

thou knows all things

thy will to do

thy have perpared a way

for me to find

let me not be blind

my eyes not see

my heart not know

what where should be

as I seek the way before

let not thy children

suffer as I seek

uplift them as

I try to find

the new path

that before me lays

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I walked a path

along the way

two bright views

before me grew

one of fame

one of service

one of wealth

one of work

in both love

of fellow man

in both known

throht out the land

in one before

in one behind

of mankinds view

and I cried

for which one

I could do

and I heard

a voice behind

and said this

unto my cry

pick either one

either one do

but only one

can you do

then I will

serice fellow men

to you bring

all I can

I walk along

a path picked

I can see

another path too

sometime I ask

sometimes I wonder

the other path

maybe to wander

I am here

here I work

here I try

souls to save

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ordinance

a man waits

for long years waiting

helpless and unable

to free himself

unable to save him self

without anothers help

doomed forever

lost forever

yet one day

after long waiting

one come

one comes to help him

who loves and cares

belond their selve

who will open the trap

and set him free

the work is done

"YES" he shorts

"It it done"

"I am free"

he cried out with joy

and God and angles

rejoy with him

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A questing knight

A nights lodging sought

In the castle bright

A simple room

A fire small

To ease a winter chill

A ember needed

To light a candle

And the fire

A quiet sleep

In the bright hall he goes

In simple need

Gaily welcomed

To mid winter night

Their Lord to honor

The of his birth

Music full

Food a plenty

A place is cleared

Along the board

Gifts are given

The night is late

Morn quick coming

Another long ride

Poorly rested

On a bright new day

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