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Gaining My Mind (Hearing voices) I hear voices Not of angels but of men Not of saints but of poets Not of poets with us But those gone I heard Coleridge As I cross the bridge The divide between bards And teething brats I hear Kipling When sleeping When awake I hear Blake Never written Lores, long forgotten Were told to me in depth In fear I caught my breath As I hear from silence From the hush and darkness Of my sleepless night I became a knight Named for an errand A mission to herald Like the muezzin call The pious to prayer These voices call My pen and I to paper Bleed my pen Bleed, tell the children Life is a thing they do not know Tell the adults they cannot know What life is Tell them They cannot win always Life is for living And not racing Spew my pen Tell the history of future Weave a new culture Verse a new fashion Sing new vision.

A Song of You And I If you knew I was thirsty Would you bring water If you knew I was waiting Would you come join me Would you leave me here To gaze the night sky alone And hope to see your eyes Glister amidst the stars Would you hold my hands If you see my scarred heart Would you sleep tonight With not a word to me If my eyes and ears cannot Wait till morning light Would you be my bright In the lonely dark of nights Is it the blood in your veins Or the heart that moves them Is it the bones in your fingers The flesh under your skin Or the soles of your palms I may not ever know why But the touch of your hand I know, I know too the calm The tranquil your tongue Bring to my lips; heaven Heaven is what it is I rose thinking nothing But the love you love me I heard the larks sing in the trees They make a sweet song Using my name and yours They make a song of love Come see, come hear Come here my lovely The birds know our names They know our love too,...