RE: we are...
My hologram is more than me. My thread can weave a tapestry.
se-0-0
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pet cemetary
up on the hill is where our old pets have gone to rest as close as our hearts can manage
e-0-1
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RE: graves
Every inch of earth contains Someone's mourning tears, whose life has been diminished by facing lonely years.
se-0-2
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RE: graves
Laid low by sorrow I stand before your grave. Will tears come tomorrow? The trees whisper, "Be brave."
s-0-3
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RE: RE: graves
I do not visit graves. my love still lives for me above the ground, in the sun of happy memory.
s-0-4
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RE: we are...
Didn't you know the stars are really projectors, emanating light to earth And our reality is TV on alien planets?
e-1-0
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we are...
And now I hear we're holograms. And who turns off the show? Fast forward, pause, and power down, deciding when we go.
ne-1-1
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RE: RE: graves
The seeds of earth are drenched by tears which make them sprout someday. But in the end I'm sorry for this overworked cliche.
n-1-2
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graves
At each and every gravestone, Tears were shed. Soaked acres of Movers and shakers.
1-3-816
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RE: graves
It might hold a body but nothing of what I hold dear is buried here.
w-1-4
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RE: we are...
The show goes on. It opens wide a playground on the other side.
ne-2-0
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Stone Soup
Cut down in your own youth Turned to cold stone soup Garnished with flowers and scripture, I hold on to your picture
s-2-1
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Only The Rain Weeps
And what of Potter's Field? Where the invisible people lie Whose passing caused no stir Where no one is moved to cry
ne-2-2
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RE: graves
randy times come now at his grave we remember the girl in black veil leaning over with no curl
n-2-3
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RE: graves
For he who sees the tears cried for each soul, caution, for the flood can carry him away, lose him in a whirlpool.
nw-2-4
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RE: RE: we are...
the playground's only there if we believe it's so. and the silent dead, so far, are the only ones who know.
n-3-0
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RE: Only The Rain Weeps
How many lonely Potter's Fields exist the world over? How many lie buried in godforsaken graves of the poor? How many thousands fill trenches in the killing fields? How many for whom prayers of the dead will ne'er be said?
ne-3-1
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RE: Only The Rain Weeps
we keep our water spigot ready for the fall a twist of my wrist will spray the weep into dust
n-3-2
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cemetary
In spite of traffic roaring by, there's peace here where my loved ones lie.
nw-3-3
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RE: RE: cemetary
Once my parents courted there among the silent blind stones Once there they kissed and sighed now peacefully side by side, home.
s-3-4
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RE: RE: RE: we are...
Not knowing foments fear just until the end is near.
n-4-0
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tears of time
Perhaps that made the sea. Tears from endless loss. From when the hunter died alone unmarked by wreath or cross.
e-4-1
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RE: RE: Only The Rain Weeps
Crying for the dead pushes mountain peaks aside. Tears falling like a hammer. Feeble granite splitting wide.
n-4-2
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RE: RE: RE: cemetary
Smells of sweat and potpourri. Rock hard face startles, and relieves the burden of hope. I see the air is fresh.
ne-4-3
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RE: cemetary
Looming marble, deeply carved and clear. A single rose obscures a name I will not see or hear.
nw-4-4
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