Wondering again how much a whisper on the web
An idea crosses
The Skein
Minds interlink in Rituals of Spring
Old fears cleansed to become Skyclad
Naked is how we are in Mind
In the Glade
For many years I've been writing and painting.
Canada doesn't seem to be working for me.
The cultural dissolution and suppression
Sicken me
They throw their children to the Blizzard
Become whores for rich old men
love for money
for harder drugs to forget the cold
The Blizzard takes them
The Unwanted Ones
Always so young cast away
In the spring we find them
Pig farms, ditches and fields
As the earth tries to heal
Beneath its sorrow
These foolish monkeys need to grow
And I have almost lost Hope
That they ever could have done so
Christopher Don Taylor
An idea crosses
The Skein
Minds interlink in Rituals of Spring
Old fears cleansed to become Skyclad
Naked is how we are in Mind
In the Glade
For many years I've been writing and painting.
Canada doesn't seem to be working for me.
The cultural dissolution and suppression
Sicken me
They throw their children to the Blizzard
Become whores for rich old men
love for money
for harder drugs to forget the cold
The Blizzard takes them
The Unwanted Ones
Always so young cast away
In the spring we find them
Pig farms, ditches and fields
As the earth tries to heal
Beneath its sorrow
These foolish monkeys need to grow
And I have almost lost Hope
That they ever could have done so
Christopher Don Taylor
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