2003-07-26 - 11:08 p.m.
a bruised reed, a greenstick break,
immobilized for healing's sake
with tender love and care about
a smouldering wick won't be snuffed out
you keep it real in fields of green
you like to feel simple and clean
there's many times you lend a hand
to those in need because you can
but in the quiet of your night
you wonder if it isn't right
that you go on being polite
as vultures gather in your sight
and vanity lies naked still
cooing like a whipperwill
what's left when all is said and done
what's right if zero equals none
well here's a thought you ought not shun
put that zero in the ten column
with another in the hundred
in the thousand put one
now you've got a quantity and you've begun
to see the true value of the zero and one
one such as you who is changing it's true
never is a zero simply something you do
for that would nullify the noodle in the toodle-loo
it would qualify as doodles in your art book too
alone it's very ordinary, sticky as advice
that helps prevent the coronary, might as well, got rice?
but you can't make the flowers grow by digging up the seed
you have to trust they're growing and you water as you need
and you're that lovely flower blooming in the garden sun
attempting to give glowingly and helping everyone
just remember there's a love that's waiting there for you
a love that is worth waiting for, a love that's strong and true
and every ounce of effort you exert to try and see
some way to give to others, in your way, unselfishly
you are building habitations that no evil can destroy
which will hold you not just for tonight but in fullness of joy
everlastingly procuring starry crowns which glow like silk
spun upon the looms of heaven, weaves of angels and their ilk
draping down upon your life and all those who are near you
providing a protection for the evil things will fear you
and though outside to natural eyes you're just a talking head
a glimpse into the spirit would reveal a star instead.
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