a long time ago

a long time ago

i met a bearded minstrel

he sang songs

he drew pictures

on my forehead

a long time ago

i crept into his home

a singer of songs

wooden floors creaking

and bending

a long time ago

i heard his songs

and my heart sang songs

a long time ago

a long time ago

a long time ago

i also sang songs

and walked

on creaky

wooden floors

a long time ago

a long time ago

6/13/2010 jose delhart

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A SINGER OF SONGS

Haruko-Wild Geese

Soft, gentle beauty casting its shadow on my face before dawn. A burst of autumn air that revives my lungs to breath again. I begin walking, following the voice of a holy messenger.
A Joan of Ark that tears down the dense forest in front of me. Hear her voice soft like silent thunder; hear her message bringing me back home. Haruko is home.
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Morning Dreams by Haruko
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MATS GRÖNMARK

A man with a face of steel and a heart of cotton candy. A voice from outer space and wild gray curls flying above. A prophet for those who will listen. A wall of sound that will come crashing down with vengeful force upon all those who bring deceit. A gold mine hidden deep inside the mud.
Once again I have struck gold.

MATS GRÖNMARK CLAM WITHOUT A SHELL