Welcome to the Clerics Quarters
Age When You are as old as I
you lean forward
Your head is in another world
The dead are not dead,
The living are like ghosts.
Listen to the silence.
The Laughing, and the tears.
Angels, Demons, and Spirets
Carrying on their own affairs.
They say there are things to be done.
I say I have done them.
They say I have to teach them.
I tell them they will never learn.
They say I have to stay and be with them.
I know I can not stay.
Trapped in slumbers soft embrace
She enters realms of flowery grace.
Where Gentle touch
And fond Caress
Bid her awaken
To happiness...


 		The sleeper
This one is un-named. How Odd I am liked and disliked

The Love and hate I feel for myself and others feel for me.

I've been
A bookie,
A Banker
A Baker,
A Sailer
A Pauper
A Pawn
And A King

But when in history, have I ever been myself?




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