A gathering of dedicated individuals.
Meeting only because of need.

They sometimes call it college.
But more rutted, in words and deeds.

The blessings of the future.
Are often written in the past.

The lesson of the pontif,
Gave us-I don’t know.

If not first-
I know I’m not last.

Would have liked to be right there.
But my ticket didn’t get me there.

I’ve listened to you for most my life, you and me.
I’m going to call it fair.

God, just called a holiday.
He said you earned the right.

A holiday mister.
You fought the good fight.

I think I cried today.
I think I know why?

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Did you tell me that the truth would be heard by the end of another day.
Were you  serving up a helping of self that was always part of the play.

Did you say it, or I just heard that it won’t matter in the end.

Were you sure of all the things you said or maybe just too proud.
I had never meant it as averse, I meant to sing but not too loud.

Did you say it, or I just heard that it won’t matter in the end.

Dilly this or dally that, will never change the whole story.
Easy come and easy go, looking for answers instead of glory.

Did you say it, or I just heard that it won’t matter in the end.

There was something wrong with the world today but I know it’s not my tale.
Nothing wrong with the world today and I knew that we won’t fail.

Did you say it, or I just heard that it won’t matter in the end.

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Get up and look out the window to see the fields below.
Look out all around yourself to see the virgin snow.

Be careful and be quite, don’t disturb the peaceful sights.
The bright and sunny days, the moon light of winter nights.

The trees are bare and the wind is whistling through the branches.
We are all so lucky to see, for we have so few chances.

So why has man gone ahead and destroyed his beautiful place?
He put up buildings and factories in every little space.

He did away with valleys, meadows, streams and open fields.
And put up factories and towns they’re progress never yields.

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People live in situations.
[time periods, frames of mind, states of awareness]
All other non-related situations will not be noticed.
Will not have effect on them.
Unless the stimulus is so great, so novel.
So meaningful to them as to awaken them.
From their narrowly defined, semi-conscious state.
This is not to say, that they don’t notice things.
They do, but they will have no appreciable affect on
What they are doing, thinking, or their time reference.

3 stages of non-development development!

1)  You notice movements
2)  You notice series of movements
3)  You notice non-movement

3 stages of proper development!

1)  You notice non-movement
2)  You notice movement
3)  You like together like but distinct movements

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© Angela Abercrombie Poetry

What dreams are you entitled to when they say you never were.
If a knowing intuition is surrounding everything that is sure.

A sometime Inquisition is all you have to show.
Between the thoughts of emptiness there are things that you do know.

Believe in me
I’m all that you need
Trust in me
It’s a question not a creed

In the morning of my life I took a peek at the things no longer sure.
If we have any faith at all don’t expect it to be too pure.

At a time of trepidation
At a time of things not sure
At a time of inspiration
There are reasons we are no more

I meant it
No disdain
No absolution
No hate
No forgiveness
Anything, Anyone, Anywhere

Living up to the moment

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It wasn’t spring – but then the springtime never meant too much too her.
She wasn’t ill – but she had a hurt so bad she had to find a cure.

It wasn’t how she wanted it – but too a cross she had been nailed.
That blonde hair blue eyed lady chasing Canterbury tales.

It wasn’t much – but then she always had to take what she could find.
It never lasts – it’s held at bay by the shadows in her mind.

She never saw the truth so she guessed that she had failed.
That blonde haired blue eyed lady chasing Canterbury tales.

She sang her song – a tune so loud it knocks you right off of your feet.
She sings it wrong – she lets you know that she has gone down in defeat.

How did she ever get that wild wind in her sails
That blonde hair blue eyed lady chasing Canterbury. Tales.

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Woman put your dress on, you’re not fooling anyone.
Get your act together, you’re starting to come undone.
Lay it on the line babe, what you’re thinking of.
We were having fun, til you claimed we were in love.

Well you were wrong girl!
You should’ve been stronger!

Well I told you not to worry, everything finds a way.
Hell I never knew you’d use those words on me one day
Halfway home from nowhere, is where I’ll always be.
Don’t think you can come with me, cause there’s nothing there to see.

Well you were wrong girl!
You should’ve been stronger!
I spent all my life trying to do what they thought I could do.
And in the end there was no one, left for me to keep talking too
But I laid the cards down flat and said well we’re threw.
But the thief stole the bunch, my God it’s was past curfew.

Well you were wrong girl!
You should have been stronger!

Tell me if you are out of the game.
Tell me cause no one else is left to blame.
Tell me cause I’m trying to ride on my fame.
What started out real, ended up lame.

Well you were wrong girl!
You should’ve been stronger!

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