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The Children Of The Light
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Oct 12, 2009 12:28 pm
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Behold this day the Children of the Light!
The eyes that see the haloes well discern:
Upon the Mount, in colours lily-white,
Such meetings held that Time dared not adjourn!
From ages past the echoes of the Seers –
The “Keepers” come to turn the thing around:
The neophytes are now the pioneers,
Their faithful feet upon this hallowed ground!
Behold the pies that they would make of mud
And hear the words their “babbling” would bestow:
There’s wisdom now that comes at us a flood,
And it’s from babes as pure a driven snow!
Behold this day the Children of the Star,
The Hands of Fate inside the cookie jar!
-Richard
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Your Forever Dreams
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Oct 8, 2009 9:47 pm
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May angels' wings guide
and protect you
and may your dreams find you
in such a place as will stir
your senses to such depths
that you will
with your every thought
invoke the Master’s Name.
May the flowers
with their flash and fragrance
wake in you such possibilities
as will cause you to see
with your very own eyes
the Master no less
working the fantabulous fields
rows stretching out
into forever
forever being the size
and sanction of your dreams.
-Richard
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The Dreams of a Child
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Oct 7, 2009 5:07 pm
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See the petals
taking to the sky
the petals
my hand shaking them free
flying
see the petals
see them fly
Ah the dreams of a child
how precious
not unlike the petals
taking flight
the petals
free
the dreams of a child
How many are my dreams
count the flowers
each petal a dream
each flower
a season of dreaming
How many are my dreams
count the flowers
-Richard
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A Boy At Heart
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Oct 5, 2009 2:05 am
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Outside, knee-deep in snow,
a little man was weary
his back was bent, his pace was slow,
his eyes a trifle teary.
This winter was his last
and of this he was aware
but his teardrops, now frozen fast,
were not falling in despair.
His struggle was a joy,
so precious each breath he took,
for in his heart he was a boy
casting not a second look.
-Richard
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A Reasoned Rendezvous
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Oct 3, 2009 1:20 pm
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The push for peace is never hard enough
unshaken yet proponents of the press
whose call to kill reveals the kind of stuff
that binds us all and musters such a mess.
A warring world denies the basic right
to life and limb and liberty's domain
thus geared the guard to folly and to fight
with drops of blood seen falling down like rain.
We need to speak uniting every soul
a case to make for reasoned rendezvous
the future fold a witness to the role
each one has played the madness to subdue.
The push for peace can never be too strong
to think such lives are going for a song.
-Richard
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A World Of Hope
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Oct 1, 2009 10:50 am
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A neighbour calls and needs a helping hand
and quick you are to answer such a call
for truth be told you're made to understand
that helping one means service unto all.
You've learned as well some calls are hard to place
and so you're tuned to people and their needs
and keen you are to help them run the race
a model made another also reads.
The system spreads responders multiplied
a wanting world that's gearing up to cope
and all because succour was not denied
but for a fact their hearts were filled with hope.
You take a break and take it all in stock
the blind now see the lame have learned to walk.
-Richard
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In The End...Her Love
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Sep 28, 2009 1:52 am
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He closed his eyes and tried to picture her
(his queen of hearts for sure a gem, and rare)
but what he saw in truth was but a blur
and in the end an empty space was there...
Into the world he went convinced he'd find
a love like few imagined or had known
but it was hard to ease his troubled mind
for in the end he knew he was alone...
On lonely nights a tugging at his soul
as lovers walked entwined and hand in hand
while for himself a far and different role
which in the end he failed to understand...
(The Universe, he thought, must wish him woe
but in the end she came - it was not so.)
-Richard
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In Heaven’s Holy Name
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Sep 27, 2009 9:25 am
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He pledged to you his love
Upon the very first
And know in this a pledge
That’s not to be reversed
No matter what you do
Deciding as you will
Forever know his love
Is there and holding still
Eternal is the power
Eternal is the flame
He pledged to you his love
In heaven’s holy name
-Richard
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The Gambler's Song
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Sep 25, 2009 7:33 am
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In the corner sits a gambler with a whiskey in his hand
his final dime has gone the way of the condor in the land
addiction is affliction and this he knows so well
and times there are he feels he lives inside the bowels of hell
but then the table calls his name and he hears it oh so clear
no one's ever had a lover that they could love so dear
if deep inside he surely knows that mistress is a fraud
for times there are he prays for mercies from his god
(Chorus)
Heaven help the gambler as he plays another round
on borrowed time with borrowed dimes somehow he has found
when morning comes he'll sing the loser's sad refrain
to think he's had a chance that he's squandered once again
In the distance waits a woman who is patient and is kind
if loving him will cause some say she's surely lost her mind
but parts of him she knows too well to ever think that way
addiction calls a person falls and then it's come what may
inside her heart and soul she prays to God above
to set him free and bring him back into her arms of love
but though she waits she knows that mistress is a thief
a tug of war between that table and her grief
(Chorus)
Heaven help the gambler as he plays another round
on borrowed time with borrowed dimes somehow he has found
when morning comes he'll sing the loser's sad refrain
to think he's had a chance that he's squandered once again
-Richard
(People may feel free to add music to this lyric.
It might even be fun.)
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Peace: Nothing Before It
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Sep 24, 2009 4:42 am
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“No wine before its time,” said Orson Welles, in the television commercial, referring to Masson wines.
So it is with all things. Including peace. Unlike wine, however, peace is hardly something we can set aside, assigned to another day. And it’s not just peace among warring nations, or warring families, or even our warring with the planet. It’s also warring with our own selves, we who, more and more, it seems, have become veritable disaster areas, so very difficult to pacify and to please, so seemingly impossible to satisfy and to sate, if the question begging to be asked is why?
Why do we war as nations? As families? With the planet? With our own selves?
What is it that sees us assailing the very fields that feed us, the very mountains that move us, the very seas that soothe us, the very skies that startle us, the very spirit that defines us?
What is it all about, this warring in our midst, this seemingly insurmountable obstacle that binds us?
“We are the world,” said the song that united us, if ever so briefly – the cause for pause we so desperately needed, if, in fact, but another transitory thing, one that, time after time, flashes before us, like a light, running on batteries, which are ever so limited in power and span.
“Nothing before its time” – words that forever seem to echo, as if a writ in stone. But this is peace, and why not rebuff that echo, making for a new sound to be heard? And why not now, right now? And, if not now, then when, at what time?
The visionaries yet have their visions, which they impart to us. Their eyes are not dimmed, though the picture be grim. They yet see. And oh! their pleading – the energy they’re expending…
When will we hear? When is it clear? What does it take –this peace we can make?
I’m making a plea. These words are from me. Tomorrow may come, but to all, or to some? I ask you once more: why is there war, and what is it for?
-Richard
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