A world, a universe; time stands still Lo the world, standing as if never to fail. And the stars wait, at the earth’s ravages Cannot the starlings stay their flight... As a drop that strikes the limpid surface; As a gasp of breath in ending life; As the last flame of a fire now burned. We have come into power, into hate, raping the void of life... Of all the riches at the rainbow’s start. Human we are; we are all -- we Ever will be -- forever. Prelogue Times turning as the wheels on a cart, Pulled by rages of starlings, What of the humanities? 1975 -- 1979
A laughing smile Furry underwear Winning everyone's hearts A Casanova Strutting proud, Royal Tsar Putting on a show A champion through Beating All the Odds Hot-blooded Father Cheerful Protector Spending Long Hours Rebel Smile Faithful to the end mpb 9-14-79
cause exceeding through cause, years of time, lost scale, and trouble add cause, In a past feel of ages my line leave marks in a lone book, empty pages thoughts end, never begin. Again thoughts mark between the lines I find expression in its lack Time fades a segment into phase deflection through silent past space-time distortion repeat last phase syne. mpb October 2nd 1977 (Thoughts In Amber) November 5th, 1975
across my mind I see the world: as it once was as it seems to be as I wanted to become and how it will become I obtained; these burdens are excruciating Now is the that I can change the world; sometimes I can't even change my mind. Am I lost in the automotive eternal spirit? I don't think that I know, maybe... What I feel forever isn't the same has what I feel forever. But I react along similar lines Wound cheers the touch a burning sole wound won't cool and. Ghostly
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