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Amy

Gosh Amy, to this day I still feel the sting of embarrassment when remembering how terribly I acted.  The late-night storm raged, and the seas were very rough.  Blinded by passions fire, I was all but unaware of the real discomfort you were experiencing.  I knew we were safe, but you did not.  I don’t get sea-sick, but the gale we experienced would make most people uncomfortable.   "Sorry"  Sailor  December 21, 2010

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Once again I’ve become lost

some village by the sea

time drags by so slowly

wondering where shall I be

Vivid dreams to quickly ended

reality sparked the morning light

within my arms you slowly melted

just what did I do last night

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We live on separate planets

miles apart most times of the year

during the early hours of morning

"Just bring in the damn anchor!"

" ……yes dear"

Vivid dreams to quickly ended

reality sparked the morning light

within my arms you slowly melted

what did I think about last night

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Now sitting by the crossroads

wandering through cobwebs in my mind

seeing your magnificent strawberry hair

images vanishing with time

Vivid dreams to quickly ended

reality sparked the morning light

within my arms you slowly melted

what did I talk about last night

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Your interest is quickly fading

you lost the love I thought we found

You’ve purged your vivid memory

landing both feet on the ground

Vivid dreams to quickly ended

reality sparked the morning light

within my arms you slowly melted

what did we talk about last night

©  Sailor  May, 1999  Rev. December 21, 2010  Sailor

Think About It

This day like others bloomed with a sigh

   somehow it always brings a tear to my eye

To know that the air is not really clean

   if only you could have seen what I’ve seen

The blue skies have all turned a soft shade of gray

   but those in control tell us this is the way

For the progress of humanity

   for the population today

      for the future economy

         we’ll all have to pay

Now wealth is the prize of the game I won’t play

   still I’m asked to watch while the Planet they slay

Must be mass apathy or mental decay

   morality seams to rot not hearing what I say

Where are the green hills in the land of my birth

   where are the animals that once covered the Earth

Where are the fresh seas I once enjoyed

   before the rape of my home as technology was employed

Have we really progressed with our ill gotten gain

   stand in the forest….you can’t miss Her pain

She cries for our health

   as we cut down the trees

But we’ve proved it to all

   we can bring Her to Her knees