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Ravenwolf plays his sax By LGHurcomb

Ravenwolf plays his sax By LGHurcomb

02/26/1985 Years pass and the date still stays the same

February 07, 2018

 

30 years ago on our Day of Past Promises

Our wedding anniversary date rolls by another year.

When I realized the time of year is here again as I write the date in class or

Make an appointment

I am surprised at the empty feeling that arises still ten years later.

You’d say your home was in me but,... you've shipped out

Leaving a Viking sized space Music, Beard, Man, Horns, Shield, Battle Axe, Dragon ship, Ocean, and all.

I see you now

In the faces and gestures of the children you left me to watch grow

I still smell you

On the coat in the hall closet

I miss you

 

Copyright ~LGHurcomb (Each February)

Ravenwolf By LGHurcomb

Ravenwolf By LGHurcomb

 

 

I am stretched on your grave

(Phillip King/Frank O'Connor) <~~~~~ What they said

 

I am stretched on your grave

And I'll lie there forever

If your hands were in mine

I'd be sure they could not sever

My apple tree, my brightness

It's time we were together

For I smell of the earth

And am worn by the weather

 

When my family thinks

That I'm safely in my bed

From night until morn

I am stretched out at your head

Calling out to the earth

With tears hot and wild

My grief for the girl

That I loved as a child

 

Do you remember the night we were lost

In the shade of the blackthorn

And the chill of frost

And thanks be to Jesus

We did all that was right

And your maiden head still

Is your pillar of light

 

The priests and the friars

They approach me in dread

Because I still love you

My love and you're dead

I still would be your shelter

Through rain and through storm

And with you in your cold grave

I cannot sleep warm

 

So I am stretched on your grave

And will lie there forever

If your hands were in mine

I'd be sure they could not sever

My apple tree, my brightness

It's time we were together

For I smell of the earth

And am worn by the weather

AND how she singing the feelings ~~~~> Sinead O'Connor

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I have been trying on and documenting shoes that have been and/or will again be worn by other people.

I was recently informed that women of a certain age and body type are just not physically desirable. (mine) Because of this fact we should just accept our new role and save other's from having to suffer through our selfies.... and our bodies.
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