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For the Sake ofSoundOh, you know…It may seem strangeThe way I can rearrange wordsTo say somethingOr nothing at allLike scrawl on the wall if you will, and still,The poet is freeNo, I will not be confined by my commentaryNot the least bit boundI speak for the sake of soundBursting around your ear-bonesLike headphones filled with rock and rollAn imaginary stroll on a tightrope of timeand nonsense and rhymeJust for you,Because that’s what poets do.

Imagine me dead and by some stroke of luck I find myself in heaven!Not wanting to waste any time, I go straight to Jesus:I’ve got a few things I’ve been waiting to ask you,like, did you have to die like that?“I didn’t want to”What about the virgin birth thing?“They stretched things a bit when they wrote the book.”The resurrection?“Does it really matter?”But, the miracles?“Exaggerations.”No walking on water, feeding the thousands, raising the dead?“Sorry. Oh, but there is one thing that went well:I told people to love one another…and when they do that miracles happen.”Straight to Jesus

I wish I was a butterfly And if you ever ask me “Why?”I’d say, “I want to flutter by, To fly on loving wings.”Yes, a Flutter-by in frolic flight If wish you may, Then wish you might Wish for peace on earthA peace so dear Now look around. It’s here. It’s here.Flutter-By

Crushed like a flowerPressed between the pages of my own achingShattered by the breaking of my hopeStrawflower expectations having lost their living lusterDried up Finding no comfort from rain-like tears which don’t which I won’t let flowFirst flower of loving Plucked Pressed Unable to growStrawflowerExpectations

Hey little one, how was your day?Too young to crawl, to draw, to play.What did you do girl, give me the scoop?“Same as yesterday, eat, sleep and poop.”Just a few weeks old and cute as a button.Don’t tell me you just lazed around not doin’ nothin’.Did you learn new things?Make memories to keep?“Hard to say when you just poop, eat and sleep.”Well, you just keep on growingYou’ve got all the time in the worldWe love just to watch you and hold youYou’re such a good girlIt’s a wonderful world with so many nice people to meetBut for now little girlYou just poop, sleep and eat.Baby’sDay

Seconds race by Human race by the time our day is done we fall at the feet of forever begging for but a few moments more‘til… BANG goes the gun Off at a run Chasing each moment by racing each moment and it’s goneNo time to mourn it From the day you’re born it’s a contest with time Find the reason, the rhyme Though you run ‘til you ache with each step you take Desiring it Expiring itEach second you take up Can never be made up So cherish your space in the raceA ContestWithTime