Best Of Me In You

If I cannot wake,
I cannot sing;
If I cannot sing,
I cannot joy.

If I cannot joy,
I cannot make-
The best of me in you.

I shall arise with the birds,
And sing a tune for you.
It shall be my joy
As it shall be your joy-
To sing of you for me:
The best of me is you.

poem by August Landing
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Funeral Song

Campfire and drum-beat morn,
Farewell, goodbye.
Those who own Earth,
Are owned by dust.

Singsongs are gently gone...
What begun can die.
Those who had worth
Are worth as less as rust.

And boasts alone the river-stone,
That it is I
That know no birth
Nor death, and ever last.

From whence we were born,
And soar off high,
We land again on earth,
To rest at last.

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A Second More

Kill me slow
Not as fast
Gun harm bleeding
Out my heart.
You will live a second more
When you end my life

You will live a day or more
Or another eon,
Waiting for what I have found
Right before your gun

I hate sometimes
And love sometimes
I cry and laugh again sometimes.
I hold sometimes
another soul
And promise it myself

I go to bed unsound sometimes

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