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HUNG UPON A STRING

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I. Hung upon a string held tight, to dance aloft, in satellite, strung to swing, from east to west, enhancing night-times peace and rest. Exalt thyself, O shimmery moon, dance awhile, for dawn comes soon, come paint upon this canvas new, before the blackened spread turns blue. II. Swung upon a silvered thread, a line direct to Heaven led, those littered spectacles of Fortuna, alongside glittered Mother Luna. Exalt thyself, ye sparks of light, adorned in speckled angel white, come fill the canvas of the night, displacing dark with magic flight. III. A song is strummed when natures shown, a psalm is hummed when seeds are sown, dreams are sung by tides in turning, hopes are won by wisdom's earning! Exalt thyself, O glittered treasure, ye angels whom do weigh my measure, know coming vagabonds, as kings, shall too hear them angels wings! © 2024 Shoestring Shane www.ShoestringShane.com

WHEN DEATH IS MY GREATEST DEAR FRIEND

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When finality is a good proposition, to take me away from my old pained condition, to numb up my mind, and my deep held conviction, that death is my greatest dear friend. When death in a ditch is a wishful conclusion, from lifes long lost hopes, and pains strong confusion, and all that I've left is time that I'm losing, then death is my greatest dear friend. When all of my thoughts are lost in repression, and I'm apathetic at societies aggression, and all that I hold to, is loss and confession, then death is my greatest dear friend. When I'm done waiting for Godly persuasion, for the light at the edge of my minds deep contagion, and all of my wants are lost in translation, then death is my greatest dear friend. When I'm done contemplating, and thinking and waiting, and all of my needs are broken and taken, and all of my hopes are fallen, and making me think, death is my greatest dear friend. When I'm in depression and darkness surrounds, and clouds of oppression...

THE SMOKE GOT IN MY EYES

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I'm not telling any lies, the smoke got in my eyes. And there is no disguise, that the smoke got in my eyes. And it is no surprise, that the smoke was in my eyes. But I have to wonder why, why the smoke got in my eyes! When I was down and out and all about me sang, of the stains of poverty and the stink in which they swam. When I was fading fast and all my colours ran to grey, when my days just wouldn't last and to night they ran away. When I was slipping down into my own deep dark hell. And to all new fads and things around, I grabbed, but also fell. When all my loves had gone, and my hopes were shattered dreams. I stood upright to stay strong so I could write of my struggling themes. So I'm not telling any lies, the smoke got in my eyes. And there is no disguise, that the smoke got in my eyes. And it is no surprise, that the smoke was in my eyes. But I still wonder why, why the smoke got in my eyes! When my only satisfaction is to see the time pass by, and hope my only in...

I LOOK FORWARD TO MY ETERNAL SLEEP

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I look forward to my eternal sleep, where I can finally find the rest I need, to put to silence, that voice down deep, loud inside my quiet mind. I look forward to my eternal peace, which existence stole away from me, and left only dark confusion behind, so I look forward to a quiet mind. I look forward to eternal peace, to steal away that loud release, for inside, my mind, those grey clouds storming, will not find me, in my golden dawning. I look forward to my eternal sleep, where cold's despair, cannot reach me, and only warm sunny skies shall find me, I look forward to dark days behind me. I look forward to my eternal flight, where I can rest for a while, and see from on high, that my life was worth all the pain and the fight, and that my words survive, when I die. I look forward to when those days greet me, when I sleep upon clouds, and skies do meet me, when eternity seeks me, and white wings surround me, I look forward to those bright things around me. I look forward to my et...

GOLDEN WINGS UPON BROKEN THINGS

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Like an angel, she, sailing upon God's breath, blown my way by serendipity, when little hope was left, that I would ever see, such a vision blessed, until she came to me, to give my heart hopes rest. O Sweet Mother Mary. Like a goddess true, sent from heavens crest, glittered in a golden hue, on divinities hand at rest. She, a precious queen, so I'll hold her near to me, like forever she's a dream, the most glorious I could ever see. O My Sweet Mother Mary. She was an angel sent to me, upon the wings of a golden being sent, from higher up than I could ever be, she was for me forever meant. Destiny was her name, she was the only one for me, healing hopelessness was her endless aim, so I rested on her bed for an eternity. O Sweet, Sweet Mother Mary. Like a summers gentle breeze, she is to me so ever pleasing. Like heavens flowers gentle release of their eternal scent, forever teasing. Of glory songs in heaven playing, of the light turning golden once again from greying. When ...

ONCE FORGOTTEN

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I shall no longer hear that voice endearing, nor gaze within those diamond eyes soul deep. Not once again to that golden heart be nearing, nor ever more that sweet soft touch to greet! I shall no longer hear such precious laughter, nor once more be gifted by that treasured throne. Never again lifted by that sweet happy ever after, nor ever more to that sweetness call my home! I shall no longer see that smile of grace, nor ever more that light of peace once strong. Never again to sight upon that longed for face, nor ever more to that beloved soul belong! I shall no longer feel that heart in bonding, nor ever more be found by it once forgotten. Never again bound by it since love's absconding, nor ever more to her besotten! © 2024 Shoestring Shane www.ShoestringShane.com

THE LIGHT BEYOND THE CLOUD

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There is a light beyond the cloud, a light I seek to see. I know that light beyond the cloud, beckons forth for me. And so I shall forever now, look beyond the cloud to see, that somewhere there beyond the cloud, in brightness I shall be. There is a light beyond the cloud, that doubt which follows me. I know that light beyond the cloud, wants to set me free. And so now, I forever shall, wait for it to leave. And know that from that big dark cloud, I shall one day see. There is a light beyond that cloud, the cloud which shadows me. So I seek that light beyond the cloud, which tries to set me free. And I'll wait until forever now, for that light, upon release. For I know I 'll  go beyond that cloud, bright, in golden peace. © 2024 Shoestring Shane www.ShoestringShane.com

AFLOW IN MILK AND HONEY DRESSING

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The gracious sway, the ever pull, by natures play, caressed to full. The motioned clouds, by partnered winds, with grace aloud, from heaven sings. On wings of joy, from skyward glanced, to earth deployed, for creations dance. The lands to fill, for souls resplendence, by God's own will, for Earth's descendants. And beauty, in all which from heaven flows, is by natures duty, to all bestowed. Thus clouds in breeze, as sunlight rays, are, as plants and trees, by grace displayed. And full divine, for all our meeting, is a holy shrine, by natures greeting. In a beating chest, where love holds ground, is a treating to be blessed, by nature bound. And so, to give, her stage, she takes, so that we may live an age, she makes. And her ways, in grace, by God's creation, are for us to taste, for revelation. So when you look for worth above, know you're gifted on earth, by love. And if from plights a liftings saught, know your gift in flight by God is wrought. And nurtured in the ar...

WHEN THE LIGHT ESCAPES

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When one day the light escapes this prison, which the body makes, the boundless soul, evacuates, and Heaven found, repatriates. When one day the light does fade, and slides again, from whence 'twas made, from pastures greyed, to golden glades, let fluttered wings on clouds parade! When one day the light retreats its mortal play of life repeats. Let shine 'pon clouds, as saints do beat praiseful drums, and stamp their feet! When thunders barking fades to nil, and silence has that raging still, when skies, by angels wings, are filled, know dark, by light, has lost its kill. When the hearts applaudings cease, and death has quiet, loud in peace, to fall deceased, like autumn leaves, from toiled seeds, is God's release. When to slow, the time becomes, to wither cold, from days of sun, to pass from old, to days of none, know then, this battle, I have won! When the hands of time no more beckon, but from beyond the door of reckoning, do call, I'll lay with God, forever, there I...

SHE'LL NEVER KNOW

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She'll never know the measure of my love. That once treasure of a tower, now smashed to dust. That once gifted prize, once handled with care. Now ruined it lies, left to rust, in despair. (And even as the sky dances with wings above, - as nestward glances fill the air. She'll never realise this love! Like the birds in the sky,  She will never see that they are there!) . . . She'll never remember that she was the token of my heart. Which once gladdened my days, but has now departed. Which once was the sunshine for my everyday breezes. Now cast away, trodden, left broken in pieces. (And even as the moon graces the sky, - as a million diamonds fill the air. This love, she will never realise! Like the stars above,  She will never see that they are there!) . . . She'll never know my heart depths in love, were so very deep. I would have climbed any frost bitten mountain's snow peak. I would have swam any shark ridden sea without fear in me. If the goal had been just to ha...

THE TOLLING OF THE DEATH BELLS

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Too many fallen, needless slain, too many to their death bed lain, too many heroes lost in vain, died for greed and a needless aim. Too many slaved for Empire, too many graves in the quagmire, of wars ways, on battlefields pyre, torn from the guns and bombs red fire. And as the death bell rings, the saints roll in their graves, the Banshee to the moonlight sings, for all those fallen brave. And as the clouds all part, and angels throng above, to calm those warring, bleeding hearts, and sing their song of love. Too many to the barrel lost, to many to that quarrel tossed, to many to the serpent cast, die in legions cauldron blast. Too many by the cannons crushed, smashed and blown apart to dust, too many to the bombs, dead fast, scattered to the wind for lust. And as the death bell tolls, another hero falls, that peace of deaths release sure lulls from raging fields it calls. And so on angels wings, to calm those storms within, to warm deaths frozen heart, they sing, of the eternal love ...

THE BARRELS

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War, war, when will embittered men no more spray ruin from a steel bore? When the bodies of the poor, for riches gain do paint the floor, it's war, war, war! Run, run, here come the mortars and the bombs, the tanks, the cannons, rolling on, for someone else's foreign Don, who cannot even speak your tongue, so run, run, run. Flee, flee, the canisters are flung your way, the wings of wind will bring today, death on clouds, the gas will spray, as marching bands do drum and play, so flee, flee, flee away! Peace, peace, the barrels cease, when the anger's all released, when the guilt is all appeased, when the guns by blood are greased, the dead can have their peace! Sleep, sleep, when the blame has all been freed, in mercies name, for gloried greed, for foreign gain, our hands shall bleed, and enter in that death down deep, to sleep, sleep, sleep! Rest, rest, let God avenge your hero's death, and place a medal on your chest, for bravery, for valours quest, to keep you in you...

TO FLY WITH VENUS

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She is all beauty epitomized. She is all radiance to my eyes. To my heart, all grace's peace. To my soul, all delights release. She is as every starlight display. As every summers day. As every moons temptation. As every hopes elation. She is a fired gem, from creations furnace. A first dawn spark, from Heaven furnished. A goddess true, by love's enticing, My muse, my queen, my Venus rising. In her, my Aphrodite woke. That curse of never love she spoke. In beauty born for adoration, I'm sworn for all of times duration. As a siren, femme fatale in calling, I hear her vixen wail, I'm falling deep within her pleading spell, Allured, in love, I need her now!   Hypnotic ways, her spark divine, Emblazes all around she shines! I'm charmed by her charisma, smitten, By vampiric lips, I'm bitten! Entranced, I dream, my mind aswim, Upon her beauty theme, I sing! By fancy flights, I'm hooked and captured, By chance delights, so fully raptured! And when my lullaby is cea...

WHERE THE LIGHT SHINES THROUGH

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Go on through and not around, even where the blues are found, and also where the grey is too, as that is where the light shines through. Go on through and don't duck down, to where the dust falls to the ground, instead jump up when going to, the place to where the light shines true. Go on through don't hang around, go to where the dark is bound, for when the night sky black turns blue, is when the light will shine anew. Go on through the darkest sound, even when the fear is loud, for it's darkest when the dawn is due, before the morn brings days bright hue. Go on through don't walk around, go to where the dark is found, and even when the night finds you, it's brightest where the light shines through. Go on though that deep dark ground, go to where the shadows bound, for when shadows are long, its true, that's when the light is rising new! © 2024 Shoestring Shane www.ShoestringShane.com

DOWN WITH THE WORMS

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When I go down within the ground, and death has found and won me. And all around me, worms surround, and wriggle all upon me. And all my bones, are left to dust, when I go down with death deep. And on the journey there, I must, prepare for my eternity, And when my breath is lost and slow, and I go down to deaths sleep. To rest eternally below, when worms within me creep. When I leap from this mortal coil, and the skies no longer sun me. Down deep within that darkened soil, when the sludge becomes me. When I go down into the mud, down deep within the cold breath, of decaying's slime and slugs, and that deep deep dark called death. When I go down, deep down below, when angels dance around me, where ravens fly the heavens wide, I'll know that God has found me. © 2024 Shoestring Shane www.ShoestringShane.com

MELANCHOLY NO. 33

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What a ride it was I had astride melancholies back. For a while, amidst, the greys insistence, tossed too and fro, in slaved persistence, as many suns passed me by, wayward lost into the fry! What a ride I had, by lifes commitment, as many moons awoke my resistance from that cunnings creatures downward slide, into deaths dark canyon, deep and wide! And so what a ride I had, astride that melancholies back! What a journey had I upon that creature, which grew grotesque and fat, from feeding upon my deep depression, when I rode saddened, abreast confusion. And what a journey it was I had, what a ride, upon that melancholies back! What a ride had I, so that I sat lost and pained a while, upon that, melancholic ride, where a stormy cloud I cried, a lifetimes rain within my eye, poured out the seas within a night. And what a ride had I, so that, even flight found wings to fly. What a test I had, upon my ride, on melancholies back, that wild thing, seeking my destruction, dark's buried dee...

ALL MY SOCKS HAVE HOLES IN

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All my socks have holes in, all my clothes are torn. I'm tired and I'm folding, I'm weary and forlorn. I don't care much for drinking, unless to get blind drunk. I'm lost at sea, and sinking, and soon I will be sunk. My soles are letting go their shoes. My soul is drowned in tears. My spirit's are all downed and bruised, and bound up tight in fears. The easiest solution, for getting out of here, is flying to the stars and moon, so the heavens can be near. All my dreams are fading, all my desires are lost, I'm down and contemplating, of my existence, and its cost. Faith is all I have left, and in God my hopes all rest, but I'm adrift and feel bereft, and in turmoil, I confess. So Lord please hear my calling, please send to me a way, that I may stop from falling, and live a bright new day. I plead please hold me tightly, and take me in Your arms, and instead of dark, day and night, in light, please let me warm. Dear Lord, I am Your flower, I am Your winter...

IN TEMPEST THROES

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1. In tempest throes, in times a-weary, when light and hope abound too dreary. In life's long lessons, tossed to and fro, when all about me bubbles in woe. 2. There I stand, as His voice beckons, with but a word, the burden lessens. With but a whisper, all worries cease, when my Lord, in troubles, speaks. 3. But still, the waves and winds a-growl. the dark storm weathers about me howl. The light, to night, in darkness turns. For sun kissed days my being yearns. 4. So best I look beyond the cloud, beyond that swirling crowded melt. This hour, this minute, I can't succumb, for each morning brings a new days sun. 5. And as I wait, for weathers new, I look, and lo, behold, skies turn blue. From greys which once did so surround me, again, God's light is all around me. 6. It's faith, a taste, so sweet, God founded. No time to waste in storms, grounded. No floundered ship, my sails shall raise, and I shall ride atop life's waves. 7. I know, I'm sure, with all lif...

MY LORD, MY ELIXIR,

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O Creator sublime, sweet alluring of mine, Thine art my charm, my elixir, Thy balm. Lord keep me to calm, and away from all harm, My adoring all time, O sweet God Divine. O Heavenly King, My deep love within, Thine goodness, my fruit, my sweet, from Thy root. Lord of all beauty, to salute Thee, my duty, Grace doth Thee bring me, over darkness to win me.  © 2024 Shoestring Shane www.ShoestringShane.com

RABID DOGS

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I saw a war, a dream unpure,  where men were rabid dogs uncured. I saw this dream, in front of me,  this calamity became my reality. I felt the strain, like old times famed,  where men were chained but never changed. They'd done a crime, now paying time,  behind bars, mixed with good and slime! Some alright, some want to fight,  the plight to find whose by ones side. By choosing wrong, locked up too long,  when hope is gone just left to song. Some still prayed, a mind-swim frayed,  displayed piled high, behind steels grey. On muted wings, a caged bird sings,  about the things a raged herd brings. © 2024 Shoestring Shane www.ShoestringShane.com

ANGELS' EYES AGAZE

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Behold that inky blanket spread, By void of sprinkled rays in slumber. With twinkled sparkles on her bed, Those angels' eyes agaze in number. Behold that realm aglow, love founded. Hope's singing hearth of peaceful rest. Where golden wings aflow unbounded, Beyond that coiled spring called mortalness. Behold that blessed eternal psalm, That promised rest, to Godlight spawned. Perched silvered-white 'pon night-times arm, Upon the spread, with angels' eyes adorned. © 2024 Shoestring Shane www.ShoestringShane.com