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About therationalelement

Given to lifelong study and relaxing discussions.

Facade

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Time has a way of healing wounds.
And It can if you’ve been cut. 
They claim it will heal emotions.
And it might if you’ve been hurt.
When tragedies pull us apart.
What can ease the pain.  
But the hope of meeting again. 
So the facade can end. 

Pearl of Great Price

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Why do you want that old plot of dirt?

You can never afford what it is worth 
It’ll take every cent, a lifetime of pay
Such a large sum to pay for a little earth 

I’ll work every day and also the night
Fatigue is my friend tired is my life
If it takes every minute, each second of time 
I’m giving my all; I need no advise

With a lifetime of toil at the smug seller’s feet. 
They laughed at my new paradise
But under the ground beside a large tree
A treasure was buried; A pearl of great price 

A soul is housed in a collection of dirt
Who can afford what it’s worth? 
He’ll give all he has; a life he will pay
Such a large sum to pay for a little earth. 

If it Helps

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If it helps your heart

It’s a fantasy
If it helps your heart
It’s not real
Whatever makes it better
If it helps your heart to heal

Maybe it’s a mere obsession
Or we played a dangerous game
I’ll be the Villain if you need one.
If it will ease the pain.

I was glad to find you happy
But the you turned into a we
Can such a tie be severed 
When It came from honesty

My heart knows 
It’s forever
My heart knows 
It’s sincere
I’ll lie and say I’m sorry. 
For what I’ve known for years

Crime Spree

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If love is a crime, arrest me. 

I’ll face it like a man
I don’t comprehend 
How love can be wrong

If love is wrong then judge me
Go on and scorn
I listened and cared
I’ll do it again.

If love needs stopped then try it
Grasp at the wind
Command it to blow
Try if you can. 

Songbirds

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A quiet sunrise, a peaceful sound

A Celtic hoard lay on the ground
Before the death their hands will bring
They hear the sound of a songbird sing
Priest and nun, saint and Hun
Will hear the same before the sun
We brave the storm, cross the seas 
All mankind through centuries
Love to hear the songbirds sing

I Wonder

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I wonder what she’ doing now?
Is her life  mundane?
What could she be feeling now?
Peaceful, without pain?
Maybe she’s forgotten now?
It might help her move on
Who knows how we’re feeling now?
Our conversation’s gone
It may seem like I’m crazy now
I’m  speaking every day
Talking to the ceiling now
Wondering what she’d say. 

More

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listening to a death knoll we said goodbye

While memories swirled around us
How we floated in euphoria
But now we float a different way
Sights,sounds and feelings
No passion seems real
Time is supposed to heal it
But it also brings a void 
Please time, hurry! 
I’m waiting, hurting 

Time answered;

I am not just the author of ends
Beginnings are also in my power
All present joy arrives through me
This I can promise
There will be more..

An Empty Chest

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All a man is depends on his heart 
Alone it will wither and die
He’s got to be free to give it.
Its a fearful thing when he starts

If it’s not good enough to receive 
A heart gets bitter and cold
It’s better to try than be lonely 
Someone is sure to believe. 

Thats why I’ve been standing
Holding my heart in my hand
My empty chest comprehending
We’re doing the best we can

There’s a million ways for a heart to tear
Why even use it at all?
Players will try to deceive it
The pain is too much to bear.

How many times have tears been cried
Regret can kill a man’s soul
Still beats a life empty handed 
Living alone with your pride

That’s why I’ve been standing
Holding my heart in my hand
My empty chest comprehending
We’re doing the best we can

Wild flowers

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Of all the flora to admire

You can’t beat weeds and wild flowers. 
A Thistle’s beauty’s all its own
Never picky bout where they’re grown. 
sprinkle, feed? just leave them be
They just show up needlessly
Mountain meadows never sown
Rival any garden grown
Rocks, storms? they will display
Can’t knock em down, their beauty stays
My spoiled plants with endless needs
I wish we all could be like weeds.