3 September, 2010 at 09:51 (Uncategorized)

The wind roars across a bright summers day
and a deer runs out of the woods.
There’s a green field where the grasses conceal
a half-drunk bottle of wine.

Summers come and summers go
the grass grows long and the grass is mowed
still it hides that bottle
the wind may roar never so loud and we never found it.

The day was long and the wind was loud
and the sun was bright and clear
Remember the wind and remember the wine
and remember the suddenly running deer.


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1 September, 2010 at 09:33 (Uncategorized) ()

I play
With dice
I loaded myself
I’ll pay for that
Take heart
I’ll pay for that
Will that be your consolation then?
I have no need of that.

I have survived
Price well paid
I am alive
I feel saved!
I paid attention
Thought it all out
But this wasn’t planned,
Look how it all panned out!

With my dice,
When you come to pay,
At the end
I’ll stand here still
With my prize dice.
Will you understand then?
You’ll think the price too high.

That isn’t true,
It’s not that it wasn’t worth it,
Only that it was not worth it, to you.

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