Soulless creations
Lacking divine proportion
Void of symmetry

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who needs a garden
when you've a flat screen TV
and gardening shows

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cannot find my house
stuck between value and reality
sleeping on the lawn

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taking on water
we sink in a sea of debt
no bailout for us

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Micronesians come,
sculpt our utopian yard,
I never go there.

No pictures, just music.

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snow falling at night
warm breath and a close embrace
i just want to live

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gentle rain falling
a million things reflected
by the caress of the notes

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Dark clouds, breeze gently
Blowing cliff top grass - now chill
Oh, where is my love?

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another day done
walking home from the station
a sunset lit world

memories replay
words, laughter, smiling faces
small consolations

at last the sun dips
past the temple to home
a light at the door

there was a girl
with bee-stung lips
mad, of course
a shakespeare comedy
her head on my shoulder
and then
in a moment
I'll never understand
I failed
somehow-
she looked at me
and thought 'no'