White Coats

On my other blog (well, on one of my other blogs) I'm writing about my trip away; I'm not a one to re-post or re-hash ... so here's the link. Go read about it there. The first part has been uploaded, there's another two, maybe three, to come.

"...or there and back again (part one)"

(I'm going away for a bit, but will return soon... not that anyone will miss me )

catch you later
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You are gone, but not forgotten.
The deeds done, the wars fought.
You are gone, but not forgotten.
From death, the legacy of peace bought
You are gone, but not forgotten.
Though we may never know all your names
You are gone, but not forgotten.
Timeless heroism puts us to shame.
You are gone, but not forgotten.
Was it worth it, all the cost?
You are gone, but not forgotten.
All the young lives that we have lost.
You are gone, but not forgotten.
So this day, a nation stands mourning
You are gone, but not forgotten.
respects paid, for our new day dawning
You are gone, but not forgotten.
But still your ranks dost swell
You are gone, but not forgotten
still war remains, we know it well.

Kissing passionate and deep, our lusty sin
can't see where you end, or I begin.
Hearts pounding fast, within our chests
beating with love, no more regrets.

"Touch me," she says, "gentle and slow."
She takes my hand, guides me where to go.
Holds me close, "does that feel nice?"
"slip inside now, follow my advice."

She moans my name with a sexual air
my hand stroking her lady hair.
Fingers teasing, touching slow
parting, entering, here we go.

Teasing touch, delicate and erotic
more intoxicating than a powerful narcotic.
Can't take it no more, it's all too much
we were taking it slow, but now we rush.

Loosening clothing, hiking up her skirt
unzipping my trousers, undoing her shirt
slipping inside, shagging against the wall
hope strangers passing by don't hear our calls.

I wonder if ever I have heard
a shred of truth in your incredible words.
The world you belong to and the life you lead
seems so unreal, fantastical, I disbelieve.

So lie to me, if it makes you happy.
wear a false mask and dress quite snappy
and build your life on half truths and lie
what is the point? I ask you why?

Do you think I'm impressed by your misguided splendour?
your woes and fears; oh you great pretender!
I'm here because I like you, that is all
There is no need for all your tales so tall.

But lie to me, if it makes you happy.
about your mah and undead pappy.
About the power you profess to hold
'fore changing the story 'cause it's grown old.

I wonder if ever I have heard
a shred of truth in your incredible words.
The world you belong to and the life you lead
seems so unreal, fantastical, I disbelieve.