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We all lose our way sometimes don't we

I know I've lost mine once or twice

With head in hands

Wondering what's gone wrong

Pray don't let anyone see me like this

She calls me in the sad times

In the bad times of the morning

She sways me as the dust might

As the devil in disguise, soaring

And with my head I my hands

Stone cold and wondering

Pray don't let anyone see me like this

If all I ever did was write

Record songs and make movies

If all I ever did was fight

Bang on relentless drinking smoothies

So few words one to the other

Call out into the silence

See what it shall freely uncover

Under the rainbow

Still feeling blue

Always in the search

Of that beauty what's true

It's all of a fashion

To trespass on the other self

To remember nights of passion

Sat here in fading health

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The toys are the toys are the toys that we lose

A light goes out each time we choose

The loss is the loss is the loss that turns to bruise

Darkness is the shadow of the parting news

Some dreams don't matter anymore

Yet still the catkins emerge in December

Some thoughts forever surge and pour

Yet still the difficulty is to remember

The noise is the noise is the noise that we lose

A lamp flickers each time we choose

The eyes are the eyes are the eyes to see the bruise

Sorrow is the meadow of the parting news

Some pleasures don't hit the higher score

Yet still the snow settles in December

Some scents say bonjour mon amour

Yet harder dwell the words to send her

The boys are the boys are the boys that we lose

A candle quenched each time we choose

The sense is the sense is the sense to feel the bruise

Hurtful is the emotion of the parting news

Some hopes wait behind the closing door

Yet the dustbowl still blows in December

Some images fall beneath the boarded floor

Yet don't doubt yourself, you're the defender

Darkness is the shadow of the parting news

Yet still the catkins emerge in December

Sorrow is the meadow of the parting news

Yet still the show settles in December

Hurtful is the emotion of the parting news

Yet the dustbowl still blows in December

Some dreams don't matter anymore

Yet the difficulty is to remember

Some pleasures don't hit the score

Yet harder dwell the words to send her

Some hopes wait behind the closing door

Yet don't doubt yourself you're the defender

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Now we might put the flowers way behind us

The scents of freesias and lilies to lie behind us

Check out the flights of those early carnations

Even consider lavender to be more than herb

And in that time, however long

Of putting the flowers way behind us

And on that flight, however far

Of no longer being beside the carnations

Now we might put the flowers long behind us

The illness and confusion of love and recovery

Or we may stand silent, in the open doorway

Even consider stepping slowly down the hallway

And in that place, however untimely

Of being confused by flowers long behind us

And in that mood, however distant

Of no longer being still shadows in the doorway

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I am listening to Christmas songs

Sat alone in the empty coffee bar

I sort of wonder

How will cleaning the windows increase trade

I am outnumbered by the staff

To a ratio of at least five to one

And, as they are all wearing headsets

You could say they are well connected

The hotel and airport are across the way

In another week or so

The holiday traffic will reach its peak

And I might write about another vacation

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What does it matter what I write

That I write yes I said I love you

That I write yes you said you loved me

That I write, yes once

We loved each other didn't we

I could write of meadow and machair

Of azure blue sea and golden sand

Of drinking cocktails under skies vermillion

I could write also, of that sultry night

When you asked me to shave you Brazilian

Of course in the search for truth and beauty

There is an opportunity to be more expansive

To write of skiing on snow capped mountain

To write of white water rafting, and

Of dancing late, in the Trevi fountain

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