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The Ocean and the Sea

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I’m not doing this for them
No it’s to explore
To find my place
In this world a bit more

I’m not doing this for them
No it’s to explore
Who I am
In this world a bit more

The world is so full
It’s a noisy place
I know I don’t add much
In this human race

I’m just a drop
In the big ocean blue
But you’re a sea for me
And I for you

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June 5, 2021 at 12:22 pm

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Under the Falling Sun

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I see it in the distance
Under the falling sun
I’ve food and I’ve water
And a little black gun

I hear laughter and noise
In the valley below
They push to make
Some shape I don’t know

I walk in the twilight
Sometimes I run
I can’t change much
To stop the sun

I look for humility
In this scene
My actions build
My art to be seen

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June 1, 2021 at 10:30 pm

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Non Serviam

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“Nobody gives it to ya,
Ya gotta take it”
That’s the ‘law’
That’s how you make it

And they took too much
With cruelty and the gun
Then with inheritance
And with organisation

I had no monopoly
Or old money to fire
I’d only innovation
And a work ethic for hire

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October 15, 2019 at 11:11 pm

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We The People

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Get more great artwork from the We the People campaign on the Amplifier Foundation website. Build bridges not walls.

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January 20, 2017 at 4:31 pm

The Mansions of the Dead

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Mansions of the Dead 1932 by Paul Nash 1889-1946

I awoke and rose above
The detritus of the night
Half-remembered dreams
In the anxious half-light
I heard silent whispers
In the candlelight as they fed
I saw the forgotten many
In the mansions of the dead

I watched her as she talked
I saw her emotions flicker
I thought and wondered why?
Do her angels and demons bicker?
I see a cloud of sadness float by
I wondered what does it teach?
What hand is on her shoulder?
And from where does it reach?

In the night I feel her
Breathing love and affection
Her legs curl around mine
Does she seek my protection
My prayers rise like incense
Quietly above her head
As she searches for the answers
In the mansions of the dead

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January 18, 2017 at 1:27 pm