Favourites

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Danny slammed the front door
Said, “Silvy, I’ve had enough”
She shouted down the hallway

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Four in the morning
One quiet room
A cold cup of tea

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Old photograph album
Soft with age
Morning sunlight

The Story That Matters
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All the noise will fade someday
Voices

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Morning mist
Village air
Boots on gravel

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To you, I say,
Think long before you start.
The words you say now

Thoughts of people …
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What’s it all about
Why am I here

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Piles of papers yesterday's news
Lots of words journalists choose
Mostly lies or wild exaggeration

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Lights that blind
Crowds that rush
Noise and speed

Your fingers picking
Through those strings
That riff of yours
Divine

Did we lose our way.
You were meant to stay.
You left, didn’t say goodbye,
left me, with tears in my eye.

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America, so strong and bold,
A precious gift, more than gold.
Freedom and faith, our guiding sign,

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It’s okay to be
Right at ease,
To smell the grass,

Again watching Angie – digging allotment
The harvest is over
The spade digs deep
Into gods earth

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He wandered down the highways
With a guitar on his back
Dusty boots and midnight eyes

Flames inspire thought…
[Opening Verse] (Soft, tender)
Oh, love, thy name is heaven’s call,
A whisper, a dream that embraces all.

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Hey there, girl on the train,
What’s your trouble, what’s your pain?
You sit there glum, that’s no fun,

This song was created after watching a modern day cowboy film – an Indians arrow went into a young woman – the arrow had a poisoned tip – a slow death came – she explained…

I walk… but it feels like the floor forgets me.
Like every step I take disappears before it lands.
I'm here—but not really here.
A shadow wearing skin,

Growing line on wall – measuring as we grow – funny idea really
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Just a boy, only nine years old
Four foot tall, reaching, bold

Where’s my heart…” immediately create the feeling of someone searching for what has gone missing inside themselves. Passion has faded, joy feels distant, and life has become heavy — mentally, emotionally, and perhaps spiritually. The…