HAPPY HOME

All the articles of my rituals,

All the routines of my love,

All the prayers and links

Of faith and hope

To all that is Above;

 

Nothing in the jaws of sadness

Ever is enough; 

Because I just do not understand

What it means to find myself alone,

I try to own everything around me

While everything around me I bemoan;

I fight with the seeming lack of control

Until the spirit of Truth I am shown;

 

That I am nothing

Unless I find my way home and

The seat of my soul is my throne.

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DANCE ON MY GRAVE

I want an Irish wake and funeral;

Plenty of music and booze;

Something to help everyone remember

Everything they too are going to lose.

Nothing solemn and ritual

Except a celebration of the Mass with chants

Then everyone finding themselves and one another

In music and rhythm and dance.

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