Philip Geoffrey Lock

A brush of the lion's soft mane
A breath gentle from the mighty bear's mouth
A breeze on the edge of the hurricane
A breakfast prepared on the beach
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To live each moment to its fullest
And know the blessing of each day
To know the strength of yielded heart
A life constrained by no man's gaze
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Deep pool, clear and cool
High cliff, long fall
A man who doesn't much swim
There's him. Up top, thirsty, hot; sitting down
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Already Almighty, an artist arises. And a
Beginning begins. Behold brilliant beauty. Bright birthed
Creation; Creator cries 'Cosmos! ' Cosmos created. Creatures
Diverse develop dynamic. Dawn divulges delightful
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And so I lift up my eyes
From this carnival of counterfeits
A thousand fake-replica weapons
That break with use
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Rain on my arm
Back corner of the bus and lights make patterns
On the water flecked panes
I look out at nothing and the air is close
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Snow melts on a mountain top
Midday sun its burning hue
Takes some years to scar a soul
Calloused brands of shame imbued
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Finger in the dirt.

Must hurt; torn skirt
Down on the floor, down on your luck
They all know the score, all know the muck
Exposed, all shows, wilted rose, big fall
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Sitting in my chair
Simon and Garfunkel, David Gray
Looking at today
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I'm riding shotgun
Your arms on the wheel
Glance and smile at me
Open roof pickup
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Breath of whisper, haunt of light
In softer shadows breezes stilled
Distance thins enraptured night
Yearnings lost of aspect filled
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