COLD PRESS

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Montreal, Quebec, Canada
i wrote some books and gave away library. i like to think that every poem is a love poem. i believe that "No" is a full sentence. i used to collect old books and young cats. i don't like noisy people, places or things. my three favourite words: yes, please, thank you. my favourite punctuation mark is the colon: i have a beautiful cat, a bicycle, an old typewriter, and a ladle. these things make me happy.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

* Random Acts of Living * I cannot sing the song of the Lark/ I cannot chase away the dark/ I cannot reason the evil we do is from lack of self-control/ I cannot give you back your once lost soul/ I cannot tell you why the world is so full of tears/ I cannot erase each and every one of your fears/ I cannot teach you inner peace/ I cannot explain why wars never cease/ I cannot chase away the rains/ I cannot erase your inner pains/ I cannot make the sun to shine/ I cannot make we earthly mortals Divine/ I cannot teach others how to be forgiving/ I cannot heal another's living/ I cannot feed the wolf at your door/ I cannot clothe the homeless poor/ I cannot give you the reason for happenstance/ I cannot change your circumstance/ I cannot tell you where the rivers flow/ I cannot tell why the harsh North winds blow/ I cannot protect you from the frigid cold/ I cannot teach you to embrace the fragile old/ I cannot teach the birds to fly/ I cannot tell you why your one true love lied/ I cannot tell you why God let your child die/ I cannot chase the lonely from your heart/ I cannot give you the gift of dreams apart/ I cannot ease the lonely feelings in your heart/ I cannot tell you why this crazy world has gone awry/ I cannot tell you about the why in 'goodbye"/ I cannot ease you in your growth/ I cannot tell you anything you didn't already know/ I cannot tell you why you will not see/ I can't tell you what I don't know, only that I am me * Gwen Beauregard (15.01.12) *

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