Remembrance

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Crimson Red

Crimson Red

In a sea of red
How remnants bled
Mourn ye somber vale
Warriors align fiery trail...

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rivers of babylon/poor man&...

rivers of babylon/poor man's ewe

Soldier
Brave loyal soldier
Uriah the Hitite..
Lost in Battle for Basheba..
as...

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The day the world preyed.

The day the world preyed.

We'll forever remember the 11th September,
When the world preyed for the USA,
How could they...

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Amnesia

Amnesia

Follow...
Follow the sound of sorrow
Find the broken pieces lying in the rain

Kiss...

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E C - In Memoriam

E C - In Memoriam

As up tarmac drive, courtege slowly
crawled its way, halfway up wooded
hill to Park Wood...

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(I do not love you...)

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off...

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June

June

It would be perfect.
The Sky, the sand, the sea, all in balance.
Her hand in mine as we cross...

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Re enact

Re enact

when I go
to these events
I turn into Sargent Bilko
I wake up in revaelie
all...

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Teflon Tom

Teflon Tom

The bed empty lies, the cutains are drawn
The night has passed by, we look to the dawn.
No...

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WRITING THINGS DOWN

I have to write down things before I forget
Making sure all is in order and nicely set
...

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โ€˜Sixtiesโ€™ kids pass times โค๏ธ

โ€˜Sixtiesโ€™ kids pass times โค๏ธ

I adored old tins of random buttons
Whilst I loved clip-clopping in Mamโ€™s high heel shoes

I...

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Cherry Blossom Falls

Cherry Blossom Falls

Silence
Upon the misty hill
Silver sunrise hits cold steel
Pink blossoms ride the wind...

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THIS GUIDING STAR

THIS GUIDING STAR

This guiding star high up in the sky
Always there for me should I need to question why
I...

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Black Fur Coat (Mother, I...

Black Fur Coat (Mother, I think of you often)

You have faded away like last nights perfume;
like the still night that gives way, to a bustling...

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Not afraid of death

Im not afraid of death
Or what comes after-
If anything at all

Im afraid of being...

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Breakfast With Rod Serling

Breakfast With Rod Serling

In the summer of 1968, while living in Santa Monica, CA;
I went to a very fine restaurant, for...

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Christmas' Past

Wiping away the fog to peer inside the darkened window;
Shadows of shapes of Christmasโ€™ past....