''Folly''

The Sirens Psalm


a.)My Bonnie lies over an ocean that I cannot cross-There is no ship to carry me..

 

 

 

b.)Are we not servants?-We do as servants do!

 

 

c.)There is a sadness in the sirens song.How many brave sailors will she be asked to murder today?

 The sea musn't be traveled lightly

 And life must not be taken for granted.

 by sailors or kings or posidion himself.

 

 

d.)With so much to do-the sky is so wide and so blue

Will never mislead you.Will never betray you.

Look at the Earth and stars and the mountains stretching out before you-it's all around you.

Will never leave you.

Never asking for much

 

 

 

 

e.)Billy has a poem with words in it.He is my freind

 

 

 

f.)Pay me to clean the tables.

To take away the filthy cups and dirty plates.

Pay me to smile and bring more wine

Pay me to stand and watch

.Please, pay me to write!!!!!

 

 

 

g.)Soft and pale-sleeping.

 Humble and vunerable.

 Kiss goodnight.

 Forgive my fingers trace this vessle.

 Am I on fire or am I drowming-deep in the calm waters?

 

 

 

h.)Stager and swager and stumble and studer-   CROON

   makers mark-

    we howled at the moon.

 

 

 

 

i.You could make a map of me as if I were a city...

 I have been a rock,

 a road.

 A horse,  so high-perfect in each stride.

 I have been a path

 I have been a parlor

-I have been old man and I have been his beautifull granddaughter-

You could make a map of me as if I were a city!

 

 

 

 

j.)I stole this pen.Ink as bold as I.

I paid one dollar for the little notbook twohundred pages!

To record my thoughts or whims and my fantasies.

To keep track with synchronicity.

Keep it close Keep it near-

How far is an armsleanth?

How far are arms outstretched?

 

 

 

 

k.)I have been blessed and I have been doomed-I have died- and I have bloomed.

 

 

 

l.)Sirens' song-lingers on .Wishing you well.I promise not to tell-

Secrets that we have pretended to make.Secrets that we have pretended to break.

Seems like so long ago.

 

 

 

 

m.)And I beheld the giant .

 I was forced to wish for a simple life.

And life was a dreamers daydream-

all the spaces and the vibational disipline.

The currents can be trusted to know where they are going!


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