Nim Lee

The wide blue yonder
above our head
seen but never reached
a pattern of air and water
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It’s a dog eat dog world, a dog eat dog world, a dog eat dog eat dog eat dog world.
Live like a dog die like a dog, as the old saying goes,
The plant you water is the plant that grows, everybody knows,
Give blows, get blows
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We was in Georgetown, sheltering from the rain
In the Chinese restaurant with the smelly drain
And the rain fell down more hard
And de stink got more rough
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The drug dealer drives his 4by4 along the road
He drunk as a skunk
But that’s alright
His windows are tinted black and his music goes boom
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Death came knocking at my door the other night.
It's not the first time he's come.
Twice he managed to sneak into the house
To squat there in some dark corner.
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I can talk
But no one can listen to me.
Where is an ear that wants to hear my words?
Does anyone want to listen to anyone else?
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Our young men, our strong young men, our sons, our brothers,
They have changed,
They do not know us now.
They look at us, but they do not see us, they only see opportunity.
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Silver light shining on the silver snow

That records the passage of time,
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The brown bull and the black bull were fighting on the shore;
I stopped and watched a while
Asked what they did it for.
The black bull said: “He thinks he’s boss! ”
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Fire creature, Father Christmas
With flame red coat and white smoke beard
With the fire birds robin and king wren, the god-bird;
Here in the middle of winter, in the Dark Days,
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This is revelation.
The earth reveals its secret: it's not solid, eternal, dark, secure, our support;
The surface cracks a little, the veil is drawn aside, a truth is exposed.
Underneath is fire, power, force, destruction.
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Watermama, sing your song
Sing as long as you like and I will listen to you.
Watermama, sing your song,
Sing as loud as you like and I will listen to you.
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Aleacia in his plastic shelter
Sitting in the sun and rain
sitting through the night and daytime
By the Embankment drain.
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Hearing the distant growl of hurry
And the closer screams of excited children
Watching the busy pair of robins collecting food for their waiting young
And the brood of adolescent bluetits greedily pecking at the
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The ghost of my mother dances on the water.
The beat of the drum makes the water shimmer,
the frog croak,
Disturbing the peace of the night,
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I want to cry
I want to shout to yell to scream to howl
I want to fling my arms out to tear at my hair to beat my breast
to fall to the ground and kick my heels into mother earth
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It is not fair
that I am beautiful
that I am rich
that I am clever
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My mind is completely blank;
Empty: yet somewhere deep inside
A ghost stumbles throught the cold white corridors,
A dark grey ghost, silently weeping, transluscent tears dropping.
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The birds swirled in the sky, blackish against the pale grey.
They swooped and swirled, dancing with the gusting wind.
The sea swelled sullenly beneath them, gloomy and dour,
held down by the weight of its waters.
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Red flowers lie on the white cloth like a stain
A voice speaks quietly and clearly in the night
“Everything is going to be alright.”
That’s what they always say,
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