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	POETS OF THE WORLD!!! RECITE!!!
	O MY INDESCRIBABLE FRIEND (The call) Your glory is boundless colourful and ceaseless I'm gentle so are you we are gentle and full of meaning and like the full moon our glory our latent glory awaits the misfortune (of night) to show its worth.... (patiently awaiting the dawning of love) (The answer) I was there I have been here standing alone did you not notice the smile on my lips? Its true! I watched you falter and fall I saw it all. In the evening time when the sun went down I saw you cry But always in the night time was your name called laughter. (The testament) Indeed my melody changed... with a gentle sussurus, the shy tide entered. Asking no questions bringing no answers and... ...my tears became my laughter and my reward was a gentle feeling.
		PAINTER MAN Painter man painter man run come hurry with your brush and colours painter man there's a story in my soul Help me tell it to the world My heart overflows and I cannot gather words I feel the feeling of all feelings Painter man Softly go gently on your colours There still many more to tell. Tell it well and tomorrow, some may leave their shells and follow My heart overflows (and I ) cannot gather words I feel the feeling of all feelings Painter man! Red and orange make me happy Painter! yellow lifts my spirit higher Green and blue remind me of the beauty of creation my heart overflows (and) I cannot gather words I feel the feeling of all feelings I feel the feeling of all feelings I feel the feeling of all feelings Painter man! Sail on gently with your colours - you told it well. c.1985
	THE MIRROR The real me lurks around somewhere in craniums crevices You see me and think its me you see I am a phantom of .. you see.... ......of me...... and I stand in front of the mirror wondering about the anti-world.. and there you seat in your anti-world.. wondering about your anti-you So where were you when I walked the streets in search of gold and crawling fleas and so you accost and puzzle me only when before a mirror seat I and so I seat wondering who's real - me or anti-me!
		MALTHUS We pointed at the waiting sky across which shrieked a Viking motor set as it were to form a hubble far above the skies and clouds... ......His eyes were closed until he spoke "To think all these came from here" - tapping his foot on the tired old earth Times are changing (and changes too!) The earth is fighting back at us Billions of tons of feckless waste straining her bowels and oxygen cycles And with aid from the impossible flu, The earth proves Malthus again erred. Give a prayer here a prayer there, Point for point the earth must win and with tears in his eyes he muttered slow: "Come Lord come!".
	GEM IN YOUR MIDST Laughing all day to kill the pain seeking the dusk to lay gently down hoping for luck for love for peace The gem in your midst is crying for warmth 7 years gone and still the pain of lonely striving and soulless walking I'm still walking walking all round town (my soul is willing so am I) But I am crying crying no more (my soul is willing but my heart is dead) The gem in your midst is crying for warmth the spark in your midst is smouldering in dust the dust in your midst is swirling and tossing and shaking the faith of the gentle ones and the gentle ones like the spark in your midst will smoulder too soon in the dust of your iniquities ...and with the loss of the diversity in your midst... you'll crumble as you have in the thousand years past Africa be gentle to your self. 17/3/94
		TIME The time by me is always right Sake of others makes me wait Oh darkness darkness quickly fall That I may unite with the one I love.

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