Remember.With tired old eyes, faded and greyan old woman tries to recall the world today,and her hands shake as she starts to pray,but why is that? -she cannot say.And in her mind, the trains are all still runnin',her favorite movie stars are all still stunnin',there's still romance in rainand a new age is comin'-A sunset is on the horizon.But in her mind, the man on the moons still singin',her mamas wondering what this new age is bringin',she dances outside in her sunday clothes,and she loves a boy, who surely knows.A sunset is on the horizon.But in her mind, there's no reason to crythe man on the mountain is still sittin' high,and she doesn't know what it means to dieThe sunset is on the horizon.
A FIGHT.Face the sorrows,face the pain,take your work,to receive your gain,We can not honestly want to take,what we will not -do not- want to make.When the walls are |high| and the chances are slim,the windows barred and the lights are dim-we will not lay down, give up and run out,in the toughest trials and in the l o n g e s t bouts.For what is the point of growing up, of learning,if you give up what you have already worked hard earning?A future is the result of your hard work,a badge you wear of your climbfrom the murkAnd against the trials, the young all stand,jaws set hard, hand in hand.Live proudly.Misfortune is a cruel mistress , but don’t give into doing what’s wronglest’ we ruin the meaning of being one who is VERMONT STRONG This is a march onto life, not a slump into death,if you die on the walk there, what was the worth of your breath?
You make me feel...I'll sell every word I've ever spoken,abandon beauty,and leave my mirrors broken,for you to let me paint your name across my skies,make me feel pure enough to forgive my own lies.Taint at the feet of a verbal Adonis,something free, not wanting to be harnessed-and yet I beg just for one small glimmering taste,to be done slowly, or done in haste,just for one small significant, loving momentwith you.
Good Night, Good MorningAs we lay across beds apart,at the threshold of “good night, and good morning”We are swallowed by the cross of sun and night,in our own special way of courting.We stay up talking until we sleep,and only sleep at the peak of dawn,preferred simply for the silence of the house,when the distractions are all gone.In my dreams, I always dream,of frivolous little things,as I cling to bedsheets dreaming ofthe dreams the sandman brings.You'd never realize how silly-in-love I am,until you've climbed inside my head.To witness what I dream of you,while curled up in my bed.Several times, I've had a dreamthat I got to hold your hand,and you held it with that silly attitude you have,when you make fun of my demands.Other times, I've dreamt a dream,that I crawled inside your sheets,laid my head against your chest,and slept to the way that your heart beats.Of course, sillier things happen there,in the dreams that I've told,but I fear your thoughts of those bitsso I
All the things you are.All the things you are,are things I find dearest to me-the dimmed light of passive spirit,the indecisiveness of the sea.There is clear clarity like the winter,across the land in a frozen sheet.Gravel tongue like the rough pavement,that bays not to passing feet.A graveyard statue stark against skies,or even the starry nightbut gentle like wind beneath wingsas it passes in flight.An ever thoughtful mind,the warmth in the dark,the tenderness in soft sheets-A beloved and cherished mark.Impossible to avoid,like the setting of the sun,the last few echoes of a note-Inevitably to be done.And someday with hope like thatof leafy climbing vines,I hope to find that all the things you arewill finally become mine.
True love.Two shapes of mist,spiral up from the grass,a lord and lady shiestas he takes her slender hand.There is more humanism here,as the forms intertwine,more love between fogs,than in mankind.
Unto me.Unto this,the blood of lamb,Unto me,I am damned.A crown of thorns,atop my head,pale girl,wormy bed.Painted eyes,and crossed fingers.Colored lies,a ghost lingers.Hands were held,what do lives cost?Tears spent,promises lost.