Influential: I Don’t Think So

There are a good few of you out there
Neither in this phase or the other phase
Not fully included nor excluded entirely

From one day to the next in uncertainty
Past masters of being sat on the fence, though
Safe enough from being hung out to dry

Thanks to no real responsibility, no authority
No executive decision-making powers
A sideline commentator, a part-time visionary

One who points out the cock-ups before they happen
But a man powerless in terms of prevention
Not great for a CV that’s for sure

But who ever got anywhere
Using the unmitigated truth
C'est la vie

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K

Life begins as near on earth to a miracle

Through the screams of birth 

Life ends as far on earth from a miracle

Through the screams of death

Between near and far, between to and fro 

Between scream and scream

Between you and me and anything goes

Physically anything, mentally anything 

Anywhere, anytime

Anyhow, anyway

To imagine, going to do

To doing, remember having done

As in kiss

Kissing, kissed

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Advance

Wake with work in your head
For the sake of your soul
Take positive steps
Refresh the urgency of youth

Shake out the seed pods
Focus on the photographic plates
Settle the emerging turn of sunset
Sleep with a love of life in the air

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Friend

Friend

One who always is there to smile for

Better friend

One who is generous to a tee

Best friend

One who often sends you home a little tipsy

Best best friend

One who welcomes your friends as their friends

Friend

Who you shed tears for tonight

Better friend

Who you smile for as you cry

Best friend

Who is there to help however you need it

Best best friend

Who cares with such caring care

Friend and friend please to read this together

Better friend and better friend for you both to roar with laughter

Best friend and best friend; aren't you awful in your southern girlish drawl

Best best friend and best best friend take yourselves a tipple; take one more, for the longer road

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Waver

I could talk of the beauty of the morning
Of how the trees & hedgerows rejoice
Thanks to the refreshment of overnight rain

I could talk of the nights dream:
Suspicions, surveillance, shop windows, sex
Secret steep passages, string linked doorways
Darkness, death, and the unwavering love
Of ones own mother

Here a time for contrast
New life, old uncertainties
Draw down your own conclusions

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