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Come----Dance with me my darling, Come----Dance this one last time
And whisper all the sweetest things, to thrill this heart of mine Then say that you still love me even after all these years. Weep no more my little one and wipe away those tears. Save your tears for others, for those you’ll see no more, But rejoice with me my dearest one, as I pass through life’s last door For there our throne awaits me, we have won the victory And "Death" the ruler of this world, he has--------no power over me. Now death where is your victory, now death, where is your sting? Rejoice with me my better half, and with the angels sing; Then kiss me with your tender lips, and whisper your good-bye Til we meet once more, there in our throne ------- together, "You and I." The Anointed. |
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Thank you Mam. I HOPE THIS LETTER FINDS YOU WELL He sealed the envelope with teardrops, cos sometimes grown men cry And the stamp, he kissed with his trembling lips as he whispered his goodbye Then he dropped it in the mailbox, walked away with bow-ed head Now I sit beside his tombstone, reading what that letter said. You’ve hurt me once to many times, that’s why I’ve hit the track I don’t know where I am going to, but I know I won’t come back So, goodbye to you my darling, it hurts more than I can tell And though, I’m leaving you forever, I hope this letter finds you well. I just can’t stay another day, my heart’s cut to the core Can’t put our kids through hell again, nor hurt them anymore In other gardens now I’ll plant my seed, but will their fragrance smell Like the garden that I’m leaving now? I hope this letter finds you well. Then he sealed it with his teardrops, cos sometimes grown men cry And the stamp, he kissed with his trembling lips, as he whispered his goodbye He dropped it in the mailbox, as he turned and walked away But his life’s story doesn’t end there, with the note he wrote that day. For when I came out to this garden, where my mother’s body lay An old man who clasped a letter, lay here lifeless cold and gray His writing seemed familiar, and it somehow rang a bell When I saw that he had closed it with, I hope this letter finds you well. Tears wet that old man’s letter, and smudged the ink before they dried Cos when I read it in the morning light, it was I this time who cried He had written to his children just before he passed away And he begged them to forgive him. This is what he had to say. My children please forgive me, I only learned the other day That your mother left you long ago, now I don’t know what to say The only garden where I’ve planted— any seeds apart from hers Is the gardens down in Melbourne, in which I’ve worked these forty years. I had to see your mother’s grave, and last night she came to me Though I know that I was dreaming, it seemed as real as it could be She kissed me and forgave me in words clearer than a bell Forgive me too, for what now I do. I hope this letter finds you well. Forty years ago, their father had kissed those kids goodbye Forty years ago his letter, had made their mother cry A rifle shot rang from the tool shed and they ran to where she fell In her hand, a note that ended with, I hope this letter finds you well. He never sealed the letter, which had made this young man cry And I stroked his age-ed forehead, as I whispered my goodbye All his children, they were with him when he took that final ride And they laid him where I found him, here, by my mother’s side. The Anointed. |
ENDLESS LOVE
There are countless lives before us Like the stars up in the sky But should the cord be cut to this one Should either of us die Before our separate spirits Are entwined and bound as one Forever more would we be parted But now the bonding has been done. Now we will know each other In those lives still yet to be Though our forms are ever changing I’ll know you and you’ll know me We will recognize each other Passing through life’s endless doors I will find you in the darkness Then will our spirits, dance once more. In the countless lives before us In each one if you’ll be mine I will pluck a star from heaven And in the nights of endless time I will thread them on eternity One, for every life we live Then when the heavens are devoid of light The universe to you I’ll give. The Anointed. |
SUNSET
eighty years toward my sunset I’ve trudged this dusty track Eighty years of blood and tears and sweat With no way of getting back Cos I’ve got to keep on moving Towards that setting sun And the hills ahead are proving There’s still heaps more to be done. Up ahead it’s much to dark to see What’s hidden on life’s track Yet the things I’ve left behind me Seem so clear when looking back I’ve done things that filled my heart with joy And things that caused me pain Along the track, I’ve sired a girl and boy And I’d do it all again. A woman walks here by my side We’ve been together all these years At fourteen she swore she’d be my bride And share my joys and tears She lit the pathways that I’ve trod In a world so dark and deep And if there’s one thing that I’d ask my God This angel woman, let me keep. For she will lay me down to rest Where the sweetest blossoms fall And I know, beyond this sunset Someday I’ll hear her call Then once again I’ll stand here by her side When that new day has begun And hand and hand I’ll wander with my bride Toward another setting sun. The Anointed. |
My Daughter.
Don't you dance to the tune the world is playing Don't you march to the rhythm of their drum Your pathway through life has been determined And set before you is the race that you must run. There are many who are called, but few are chosen He chooses only from the cream of the crop And though many may fall along the wayside You my child will endure and reach the top. Just to see you standing high upon His mountain With the crown of his glory on your head And to know, that I played a small part in it Before I travel through the valley of the dead. So goodbye my child, I travel on forever On the stream of time that flows toward the end But I know some day we'll all be back together In the oneness of our Saviour, Lord and friend...... The Anointed. |
WISDOM
She was the first of all creation With her, God made the world He named the woman "wisdom," And in her arms I now am furled. She sings her songs of mystery With words that tease the mind, Suggestive of some ecstasy Erotic, yet divine. She fiddles on my heart strings And with her magic bow, Sweet tunes contrived in heaven From my heart and mind now flow. The loquacious liquid from her lips, Expands my feeble mind, With each and every precious kiss I reel as if from wine And babble incoherent words Unable to express, The wonders I envision When our lips are tightly pressed..... The Anointed. |
I’ve always lived the life before me
Never strove for fame or glory I’ve let many of life’s chances pass me by They were all there for the taking But nothing in my life was lacking Was I wrong to live that life and if so, Why? The path of life I choose to follow May be long and straight and narrow And there’s times that I might have strayed a bit But the love of she who bore my children By who my sins have been forgiven Is the one who always draws me back to it. So let others climb the stairway To the heights of fame and wealth I’m content to simply be the one I am To grow old with my companion And share the dreams of all our children Til we return to where the world and all began……. The Anointed. |
HYPOCRITES
Love mercy and compassion, they seem to be the fashion With the righteous and the goodies of today's society They lobby the authorities although they are minorities Demanding that our killers be shown partiality. Like AIDS they wouldn’t hurt you they’re just a virus growing in you That prevents your antibodies from accomplishing their ends They simply let the cells that kill you, multiply until they fill you And destroy the very body on which your lives depends Now to cure the greater body we must get rid of those who lobby For justice in this world to slowly fade The price of crime must be extracted old penalties reenacted Life for life and compensation must be paid. Will our children of the future praise this age who in it’s stupor Encouraged cancerous cells to multiply Or do we heed the warning of our unborn child who’s calling Physician heal thyself or else I die....... The Anointed. |
I’ve left my little daughter
In a make shift crib down by the water And her mother’s grave is not too far away I made a cross from timber slates That I broke from off the busted back Of what was left of our old horse and dray. The old gray horse with broken legs And a bullet hole through It’s head Is lying at the base of the basalt wall And amid our gear all strewn around, My son lies dead there on the ground The only one who died in that tragic fall. It was I who put the old horse down While my wife sat there without a sound She sat there with her head between her hands I helped her get back on her feet And we struggled down beside the creek Where she lay beneath the shade, there in the sands. She groaned and moaned in awful pain And told me that she thought her brain Was swelling like a damper in her head So I nursed her there all through the night And I lay by her and held her tight But in the morning in my arms, she was dead. So I dug a grave and laid her there To keep the crows and dogs off her Then I sat and nursed our little baby girl Again the pain that I couldn’t hide As I felt the bleeding deep inside And I knew I hadn’t long left for this world. I pray natives use that water hole, Before my daughter’s dead and cold For I can’t let our baby watch me die The rifle’s here beside my son, And now I do what must be done Goodbye my little baby girl, goodbye...... The Anointed. |
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