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 a word when uttered takes a formal shape
each hears and turns it in their working mind
the record is engraved or set on tape
a word when uttered takes a formal shape

the sea will roar and batter at the cape
we see it and we wonder what we'll find
a word when uttered takes a formal shape
each hears and turns it in their working mind

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there is a factory where fire turns cold
no paradox but only some dark smoke
to mark the spot for those who would be bold
there is a factory where fire turns cold

so we discover how to play or fold
what once seemed magical is now a joke
there is a factory where fire turns cold
no paradox but only some dark smoke

an absence

Aug. 26th, 2007 12:07 pm
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each day we wonder at the sky
and think that it may never rain
we see the clouds go scudding by
each day we wonder at the sky

no reason's left for us to try
what we can see is not so plain
each day we wonder at the sky
and think that it may never rain

speeches

Aug. 21st, 2007 10:04 am
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lies told too often harden into fact
the pleasure fades from every happy lie
into a desert turns the fertile tract
lies told too often harden into fact

no living person it seems may attract
the honest true regard of every eye
lies told too often harden into fact
the pleasure fades from every happy lie
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a distant clashing as of saucepan lids
enough to tell us that a storm will come
the season seems to be upon the skids
a distant clashing as of saucepan lids

nobody's waiting for the final bids
we listen to the wires throb and hum
a distant clashing as of saucepan lids
enough to tell us that a storm will come

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a journey once begun may never cease
until the final end of moral life
the last best trip will lead right to release
a journey once begun may never cease

we constantly are fighting for some peace
we seek for calm by ever making strife
a journey once begun may never cease
until the final end of mortal life

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within the gates there never has been peace
what duties each may have matter not much
our time here's not a freehold but a lease
within the gates there never has been peace

so it won't matter if we halt and cease
those acts by which we all are kept in touch
within the gates there never has been peace
what duties each may have matter not much

terror

Aug. 17th, 2007 07:49 am
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against the day night has the better arms
light punishes but the warm darkness hides
the emptiness and silence have their charms
against the day night has the better arms

we now are fearful of myriad harms
do not ever our dreads and fears deride
against the day night has the better arms
light punishes but the warm darkness hides
fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)

when we know just what mind and heart require
to make us whole and set us truly free
from every sort of charlatan and liar
when we know just what mind and heart require

there is no terror when we've passed the fire
no monsters anywhere that we can see
when we know just what mind and heart require
to make us whole and set us truly free

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
a single glance and all will become known
what's seen by anyone becomes a fact
the operation's far too easy blown
a single glance and all will become known

into the duty each of us has grown
and all have learned both honesty and tact
a single glance and all will become known
what's seen by anyone becomes a fact
fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
to count words simple matters not at all
to those for whom the word is just the thing
we wonder what's been hidden by the wall
to count words simple matters not at all

we cannot climb because we fear to fall
the valleys will reecho with the ring
to count words simple matters not at all
to those for whom the word is just the thing

augury

Aug. 13th, 2007 02:59 pm
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shapes in the heat distract the normal eye
you breathe one moment and then swiftly pant
sense is not common it is very scant
shapes in the heat distract the normal eye

we never pause but always hurry by
fearful lest the sleeper arise and rant
shapes in the heat distract the normal eye
you breathe one moment and then swiftly pant
fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
a measure once of simple common sense
now we demand the weight of every word
not one of us can now sit on the fence
a measure once of simple common sense

truth we discover requires some pretence
lest we dismiss the plain sight as absurd
a measure once of simple common sense
now we demand the weight of every word

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)

a sudden shiver right down to the bone
while outside it's still devilishly hot
no time for one to worry or atone
a sudden shiver right down to the bone

in heavy silence there's a frantic moan
anticipating the quick boiling pot
a sudden shiver right down to the bone
while outside it's still devilishly hot

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angle of dawn light on the dark green trees
pallor deepening in the morning sky
a shadow's the last thing the slow eye sees
angle of dawn light on the dark green trees

leaves all unmoving in the absent breeze
no bird or moth is right now passing by
angle of dawn light on the dark green trees
pallor deepening in the morning sky
fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)

 
release the beast and it will never flee
but haunt your house and dance behind your heels
no one but you knows just what you may see
release the beast and it will never flee

a monster crouches underneath each tree
none can escape of feet or wings or wheels
release the beast and it will never flee
but haunt your house and dance behind your heels

symphony

Aug. 1st, 2007 08:20 pm
fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)

enter the forest and listen for the storm
we know that lightning flickers from the sky
that torment and destruction are the norm
enter the forest and listen for the storm

the thunder shouts to drive you from the warm
depths of your bed and sit awake and cry
enter the forest and listen for the storm
we know that lighting flickers from the sky

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last fading light and on the chorus comes
we pause to listen and for once to smile
these here are nature's tiny pipes and drums
last fading light and on the chorus comes

with urgent life the remnant woodland hums
but honest nature's going out of style
last fading light and on the chorus comes
we pause to listen and for once to smile

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
at vision's edge deformity of light
a slip into the stories of the past
another kind of magic and of sight
at vision's edge deformity of light

i keep my head for that's what seems most right
the fatal die was ages ago cast
at vision's edge deformity of light
a slip into the stories of the past

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)

when we have made the circle then we stop
like a swift snake we swallow our own tail
laughing as others keep on talking shop
when we have made the circle then we stop

not winning does not mean we curse the crop
others should never suffer when we fail
when we have made the circle then we stop
like a swift snake we swallow our own tail

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