Mary Champion

My future isn't written in the stars,
Nor in a crystal ball, nor in the cards.
My future can't be read into my hand,
The tea-leaves won't reveal what fate has planned.
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The cowboys have cast off their leathers
And got into slick city suits.
They're all in conventional footwear.
No use for those scuffed high heel boots.
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He was darker and sleeker than Satan.
He was bigger and bolder as well.
And he rode on the wheels of pretension
As he drove like a bat out of hell.
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It's empty!
I look into my life and see it's empty.
Its empty cos you're no longer there.
It's empty!
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The Human Race once strove to achieve
Immortality…
Perfect wisdom…
The ability to fly…
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The Ancient Master of my dreams
Comes with his brush to paint the scenes
Upon the back-cloth of my mind,
And whispers, ‘That's where you can find
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Through the misty Isle of Avalon
He's coming home again
To take away the fear and doubt
And heal this lonely pain.
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Her hair was as dark as the fears that imprisoned her mind.
Her eyes, bright as two giant emeralds, were nearly as blind.
Her heart beat in terror for something she could not conceive,
But only because it felt so out of place on her sleeve.
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His eyelids closed
And sleep seeped through his mind;
Her gentle velvet fingers freed his thoughts
To wander through his rich, unguarded soul.
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He's a man of matter and machines,
Got no use for mystery and dreams;
Shackled to a world of chrome and steel.
What he sees is all he takes as real.
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It came to me; the Voice,
To explain our predicament.
‘You see', it whispered,
‘You are all congenital dreamers
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I need you; you're part of my wholeness,
Although I cannot specify
The reason I feel lost without you;
I just know that without you I'll die.
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Whatever do you see in HIM?
They all enquire.
There's surely nothing he has got
That you require.
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Down home they have a contest for the plainest girl in town
And every year it's certain that I'm gonna win' hands down.
It's such an awful pity,
I rather would be pretty.
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Once, when I was down, I used to cry
Hopeless tears that never answered why.
But now, at last, my well of tears is dry
And though my heart is aching, I can't cry.
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Once I was so scared,
I hugged my soul inside myself
And I was small.
I fitted in your arms so well,
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There's a very good reason
I keep myself to myself.
There's a very good reason:
It's good for my health.
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My Momma said…
'Never talk to STRANGE men'
So I don't.
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We are prisoners trapped in time
Who cannot break away.
And so we measure life in years
And count each wasted day.
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FROM THE GODDESS

Forgive me my Son!
I can't say, ‘If I only had known! '
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