Jul. 9th, 2007

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)

a choice is made and then we feel complete
the way is clear to do those things that make
life seem just worth the efforts that we take

happiness comes when minds are replete
it's not a thing that we could try to fake
a choice is made and then we feel complete

we aren't the ones who'll go down to defeat
we've given all our foes the fairest shake
and done is part we know there's no mistake
a choice is made and then we feel complete

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
to share a hope is not to share a road
all our desires end up in the same place
we will not reap just what we sowed
to share a hope is not to share a road

we cannot share the motive nor the load
nor can two persons be in the same space
to share a hope is not to share a road
all our desires end up in the same place

the choice we have is venture or disgrace
we aren't the ones to whom money is owed
it's hard to keep to one another's pace
the choice we have is venture or disgrace

the path back home we cannot simply trace
we can't recall the manner nor the mode
the choice we have is venture or disgrace
we aren't the ones to whom money is owed

we cannot know just where the river flowed
the monster always shows a smiling face
desire of happiness remains the finest goad
we cannot know just where the river flowed

there's evidence that it has rained and snowed
but summer wipes the remnants of such grace
we cannot know just where the river flowed
the monster always shows a smiling face

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
a sudden spurt of wind will move the dust
we'll see it spin and give it an odd name
and when it rains the fence will start to rust

there's nothing noble here nothing august
we cower and hide and all deny our shame
a sudden spurt of wind will move the dust

the world was great but now it is a bust
only fumes now where once there was flame
and when it rains the fence will start to rust

dead leaves are animated by a little gust
and when it stops all seems just the same
a sudden spurt of wind will move the dust

we know that all our ends couldn't be just
with no reward we'll all cease being tame
and when it rains the fence will start to rust

we needed truth but we received no trust
the whole thing was another futile game
a sudden spurt of wind will move the dust
and when it rains the fence will start to rust

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)

a shape of joy in every normal heart
the grey of rain upon the hard dry earth
nature we know will always surpass art
a shape of joy in every normal heart

the world is all we only play a part
our task to bring the future into birth
a shape of joy in every normal heart
the grey of rain upon the hard dry earth

dark even

Jul. 9th, 2007 07:49 pm
fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)

night comes and none will do the work
the end of light must mean the end of hope
we wait the stab from the well-hidden dirk
night comes and none will do the work

perhaps we may see day pierce the murk
before we reach the end of all our rope
night comes and none will do the work
the end of light must mean the end of hope

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)

on monday nights i take the garbage out
the gentle rain brings out a little smile
the container's not heavy no large pile

i do my job that's just what it's about
it's been that way for quite a little while
on monday nights i take the garbage out

i stay within the rules and do not flout
the ordinances although they might rile
i feel i have to go that final mile
on monday nights i take the garbage out

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