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And why has it happened?

I Loved him once that little boy
& all his joyessness
in the new
but he never quite knew..

Knew that life would deal the blow
a crashing of the axe
like a hard timber crack
the cut-down forest
of humanities
emptyness…

The swirling whirlpool of beautiful waters,
The sweeping wing tips of a birds
graceful landing,
The rising steam
of frost covered land born
again
under its solar array.

Why is Love such a fragile thing
why is it cruel
and kind
why does it sing?
to awaken the vulnerable heart?

And then cut you down
down, down, down
whilst you weren’t really paying attention,
just walking ’round town.

It’s the remorse that got you
your emotional state
It’s the drugs that got you
your discipline second rate
It’s your heart that got you
you’re feeling again
Stop it immediately…
nobody wants to hear your strain.

Pay attention to today
so it doesn’t cut you down..
Pay attention to Love
so it doesn’t matyr you with a crown
Pay attention to the rising steam
off the wing tips of birds in the morning sun..

What is today?
it’s the present, and the only one.