Carndo (Bill Whitehorn)
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- carndo
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Through It All
Illuminations
alterations
subucations of the mind
and yet through it all
it doesn't matter
or does it?
it's up to the individual
but the effort is worth it
it does have one thinking
and finding somehow where it leads to
alterations
subucations of the mind
and yet through it all
it doesn't matter
or does it?
it's up to the individual
but the effort is worth it
it does have one thinking
and finding somehow where it leads to
- carndo
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Old Green Turtle
that old green turtle
snapping at anything
that comes around
fish, frog or human
baring his snout
through the mud
in the nearby pond
hissing like an alligator
that comes into his territory
so watch out
otherwise you might lose a toe
as you stumble through the day
snapping at anything
that comes around
fish, frog or human
baring his snout
through the mud
in the nearby pond
hissing like an alligator
that comes into his territory
so watch out
otherwise you might lose a toe
as you stumble through the day
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Freedom's Gate
to touch that freedom's gate
that redemption
in which you feel
that core
completely into your soul
for some it's a release
for some it's remembrance
for those many past sins
you hear it clearly
and it rocks you
startles you
and wakes you
knowing that it's to come
whether you're prepared for it
or not
so come freedom's gate
my eyes are wide open
that redemption
in which you feel
that core
completely into your soul
for some it's a release
for some it's remembrance
for those many past sins
you hear it clearly
and it rocks you
startles you
and wakes you
knowing that it's to come
whether you're prepared for it
or not
so come freedom's gate
my eyes are wide open
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Longing For That Rhythm
longing for that rhythm
lost long ago
for some ungodly reason
yet as I look at it
I wasn't exactly
at the right place
nor the right time
but that's life for ya
you never know
what's exactly ahead
in this crazy, mixed up world
so I keep plodding along
day by day
making up my own rules
as I move along
winging it as I can
shine on you crazy diamond
lost long ago
for some ungodly reason
yet as I look at it
I wasn't exactly
at the right place
nor the right time
but that's life for ya
you never know
what's exactly ahead
in this crazy, mixed up world
so I keep plodding along
day by day
making up my own rules
as I move along
winging it as I can
shine on you crazy diamond
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Something Got Lost
driven within that moment
where something got lost
yet within that second
visions written beyond the horizon
selected in that inkling of hope
messages in the hour
held only in those values
lost in the distance
winter reflections
with the leaving of fall
shimmering remains
fragments within the emptiness
yet in the deep
the abstraction remains
where something got lost
yet within that second
visions written beyond the horizon
selected in that inkling of hope
messages in the hour
held only in those values
lost in the distance
winter reflections
with the leaving of fall
shimmering remains
fragments within the emptiness
yet in the deep
the abstraction remains
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Left Out In The Open
reasons
for some
left out in the open
why?
I don't really know
yet it doesn't matter
everyone has their our lives
and have to follow their own path
for whatever reason
and yet
something was left in the shadows
where the inkling of hope
somehow still stands
for some
left out in the open
why?
I don't really know
yet it doesn't matter
everyone has their our lives
and have to follow their own path
for whatever reason
and yet
something was left in the shadows
where the inkling of hope
somehow still stands
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Clockwork
clock work
clicking moment to moment
within those seconds of time
I hear them
within the rhythms of my mind
and yet
the hours slowly pass by
tick... tick.... tick
like sand in an hourglass
slowly filtering down
noon is approaching
and for some reason
I've accomplished
absolutely nothing
clicking moment to moment
within those seconds of time
I hear them
within the rhythms of my mind
and yet
the hours slowly pass by
tick... tick.... tick
like sand in an hourglass
slowly filtering down
noon is approaching
and for some reason
I've accomplished
absolutely nothing
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Numbness
numbness of my eyes
that creeping tiredness
where the tears flow
and I can't seem to wake
why?
too many hours up the following morning
and a dream that I can't make any sense of
so I'm not shaking that moment
and the void touches me deeply
so my eyes are screeching completely
yet somehow I'll continue
although my needs
aren't quite
what I need
at the moment
that creeping tiredness
where the tears flow
and I can't seem to wake
why?
too many hours up the following morning
and a dream that I can't make any sense of
so I'm not shaking that moment
and the void touches me deeply
so my eyes are screeching completely
yet somehow I'll continue
although my needs
aren't quite
what I need
at the moment
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Dandelions In The Grass
dandelions in the grass
oaks that rise into the sky
a stream that flows
where the cool water
touches the soul
a cool breeze
flows with a softness
that simply makes one smile
seasons that are warm
makes me realise
that nothing in this world
needs to be taken for granted
that's why we were put here
to be her caretakers
for if we take care of her
she will take care of us
for the rest of our lives
oaks that rise into the sky
a stream that flows
where the cool water
touches the soul
a cool breeze
flows with a softness
that simply makes one smile
seasons that are warm
makes me realise
that nothing in this world
needs to be taken for granted
that's why we were put here
to be her caretakers
for if we take care of her
she will take care of us
for the rest of our lives
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Truth
In the blackest night
not a single star shines
and yet
within that silence
wisdom somehow
finds its place
words have no meaning
without the honor
set before them
let truth set you free
for life has its burdens
but certain paths
revere its way
not a single star shines
and yet
within that silence
wisdom somehow
finds its place
words have no meaning
without the honor
set before them
let truth set you free
for life has its burdens
but certain paths
revere its way
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In The Season
howling at the moon
where in the season
the year of the wolf
has come to pass
yearning for freedom
to travel in the wild
to sink their teeth
within that provocation
held in the woods
where adventure awaits
natural surroundings
find that single moment
where in the season
the year of the wolf
has come to pass
yearning for freedom
to travel in the wild
to sink their teeth
within that provocation
held in the woods
where adventure awaits
natural surroundings
find that single moment
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Read Between The Lines
to read between the lines
that juxtation
that has many simply confused
where everything is blurred
and not much makes sense
which has everyone up in the air
in that mismatch
of who knows what
so you stay tuned
until the mixup
is cleared up
and everyone can
start over again
that juxtation
that has many simply confused
where everything is blurred
and not much makes sense
which has everyone up in the air
in that mismatch
of who knows what
so you stay tuned
until the mixup
is cleared up
and everyone can
start over again
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Touching The Heart
do ya wanna scream?
rising up on the horizon
touching the heart
making it go pita-pat
finding that romance
which reaches the stars
kissing those lips
touching those needs
reminding one
that life needs to be lived
never settling for second best
read between the lines
fulfilling those hopes and dreams
those sensual times
felt in prime
one heart beat at a time
rising up on the horizon
touching the heart
making it go pita-pat
finding that romance
which reaches the stars
kissing those lips
touching those needs
reminding one
that life needs to be lived
never settling for second best
read between the lines
fulfilling those hopes and dreams
those sensual times
felt in prime
one heart beat at a time
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On Halloween's Turning Moon
So turns the moon
against a late October sky
shadowing the eve of harvest
with a sense of uncertainty
falling across each and every
burdened shoulder below
'Tis evening's brow
that touches within that full moon
and the veil approaches
when the dead arise again
shadows smile and grin
when the ghosts come out and play
goblins sing
and the ghouls dance
while chaos finds its way
if you listen
you'll hear a fiddle in the distance
some poor soul
has lost their love
so they pine diswayed
where is Jack
that leads this tainted crowd?
over on the hill
with patchwork Jill
crooning with the ravens
serendipity
just another commodity sold
to appease the witching hour
and the demons that wander
courting the dappled light
shadows crave the power
of nothingness
whilst the silence of heart
seemingly echoes
within the eeriness
of the ravens call
destiny and fate
eternally wrangled
in their own oblivious fight
tumble onward
into an unforgiving future
leaving the mood to linger
as an omen
and Jill just smiles
absorbing all the mischief
of the moment.
against a late October sky
shadowing the eve of harvest
with a sense of uncertainty
falling across each and every
burdened shoulder below
'Tis evening's brow
that touches within that full moon
and the veil approaches
when the dead arise again
shadows smile and grin
when the ghosts come out and play
goblins sing
and the ghouls dance
while chaos finds its way
if you listen
you'll hear a fiddle in the distance
some poor soul
has lost their love
so they pine diswayed
where is Jack
that leads this tainted crowd?
over on the hill
with patchwork Jill
crooning with the ravens
serendipity
just another commodity sold
to appease the witching hour
and the demons that wander
courting the dappled light
shadows crave the power
of nothingness
whilst the silence of heart
seemingly echoes
within the eeriness
of the ravens call
destiny and fate
eternally wrangled
in their own oblivious fight
tumble onward
into an unforgiving future
leaving the mood to linger
as an omen
and Jill just smiles
absorbing all the mischief
of the moment.
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Move Forward
it's time to say goodbye
to the past
move forward
instead of looking backward
reflections paid
reflections made
and yet
I don't know what I'm looking at
photographs and mirrors of a broken soul
yea my mistakes made me stronger
and no
I don't regret them
it's who I am
if I changed them
I would change me
and yet
I like who I am
so the road before me
somehow continues on
to the past
move forward
instead of looking backward
reflections paid
reflections made
and yet
I don't know what I'm looking at
photographs and mirrors of a broken soul
yea my mistakes made me stronger
and no
I don't regret them
it's who I am
if I changed them
I would change me
and yet
I like who I am
so the road before me
somehow continues on
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