Thomas Adams

So on to grey and misty sight.
The 'dare' to passers by.
Let us lightly sip the liquid night.
Pray, not sure fully, why? '
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On young and restless heart imposed the 'carefull not to dream.'
A dream is just a dream. Another 'get in trouble thing.'
And why I held this thing so close, this task that I should bring.
For task is just a task without the gamble of a dream.
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It is so destined, that such a 'Mentor' should and must be willing to make available to less fortunate, peaceful, sibling lands, all the knowledge and assistance that may pertain to freedom, that they themselves have acquired. And that peace is understood to be the resulting gift left over from any fight for freedom.
Through the grace of God, the willingness of men and countless souls lost, did a first nation obtain it's own wish to be unencumbered by the tyranny of another. And as this first nation
appears to be free through out the world, there will come others that wish to rest upon this lofty mantle. Others less fortunate, without the resources or assistance needed to fully understand the prospects and accomplishments of peace.
The hopes and dreams of any sibling land must not be dashed through the reservations of an unmindful benefactor.
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Demanding all life's little things, indeed you've done without.
Now settle in your aches and pains, the mountain's climbed no doubt.
Through 'Trudge, ' the beast that wears upon, all aspects of you there.
Is shown how you of life are fond, and how you truely care.
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I spoke of purple mountains and of amber grain that waves.
And hark, the ring of freedom down a costly road it paves.
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I feel that when I'm at a place,
hear a tune or smell a smell.
The feeling that I've been before
is my moment in time to tell.
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On the night that you were born, the air was calm and sweet.
The sun had set itself on down imposed it's feat, repeat.
Trees were browned and yellowed, fair, and leaves a flutter down.
And painted boldly all around, new carpets on the ground.
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See the way the wind will flow on down the waterline.
And tap on recent memories while stroll along the pine.
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When all day has set itself right back to sweet design,
and all the sounds that have me thin return to silent time;
I sit alone and listen for an answer to my prayer.
I'll peel away the after thoughts of layer after layer.
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I've not the time to settle in when work is gone undone.
So much work afraid to say that carries me my ton.
And though the work is not all mine or left for me to do.
Still toil to finish up this work, hope I'd be seeing you.
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Windy, whistling, wonderful wind. A breeze adorned and hope.
A silking, soothing, sandy beach with palms and sun to cope.
Then dandy, dreamy, dutiful scenes of friendly playful souls.
Do wisk and worm and work the dreams as lovers play their roles.
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I fancy back a moment's note; where time ah-ticked mee tikes.
But not so far the traveler, me brainy seeks the 'psyche's! '
Your patience had you quick to qwerk. A sentimental rogue.
The while you passers-by assend, pretend the neigh to 'bogue.'
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Those brother months that fall before,
are harsh to me, forebode.
Unforgive, their wind and snow
whilst trapped beneith their cold.
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What shall pray become of me, amidst the pouring rain.
To chill this barren land of snow, whilst passers weigh disdain.
All mercy lost sometime ago, we tend it's 'slip away'.
And talk this talk to talk about, should beg return someday.
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Follow me as I recite this, 'Play Occurred Today'.
Act one stars 'Parch' my throat and 'Love' the
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A rem'nant hint in 'What's to Be'
a passing thought, a note.
Like song and passion helps,
along dreaming.
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The ear is alert and waits for a goodly rumbling.
A voice to usher in this day. With the morning;
aromas from the autumn breezes blow. The sun is awake.
The life that slept the dark and piney night has begun
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A special wish, this special day, bright lights up colored sound.
The fact that I'm the lucky one, to have my sister round.
I travel back from time to time, without constraint - not bound,
and sister offers confidence, won't settle for my frown.
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Do please lift your priceless brow. Let wonder fill and freeze.
Steadfast and marching further now. Do keep the pace I please.
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Knowing how much you are loved is not a thing that can ever go away. Even if the love should stop. For a broken heart will remember only of when it was loved, never the alternative.
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