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Poems  by Sea and Moonlight

A Smile
I have a SEED
Somewhere within I am
Hugo
Letter to My Brother Frank
Dictation for a Dictator
An Open Door; Heed It
Toast to You
Gleaming Eyes
Said Ken to Me
Count to Satan
Loneliness
Reflective Voyage
Pick up the Pail
Death Today
Quick Life
Old Man's Whistle
God Is:
Each Season
As If Infinity
One Hears the Tune
Have I forgotten Jesus?
Signed to my Sister
Brain Damage
Church Description
Den
Death in a Jungle
Ten Lines
Nature's Law
It's Still Sad
The Flea Tree
Gain or Lose
Going Away from Here
Nightmare
Talking about People
Towns and their People
Dear, Dear, Dearest
Population
Top Line
Mountains Reach
Upon these Grounds
A Ship?
Let the Timbers Shake
Wladyshaw
Winds of Fate
Sweet Young Girl
Fingers of Nature
The Lord Spoke
The Celtic Told Me
Mary
Poem to Pat
A Free Man
Poem


Condemn the spirit which has sent me here,
Condemn the phoney fools who beckon me fear.

Sound off your reason why you exist, and why I resist.
Condemn the growth of hate that lies,
Condemn it from our minds and eyes.
Oh, sunlight, roses, and blue rain.
Man never sees, he only complains.

This poor specie, so impious and sad, as it turns, it only finds bad.

As it falls, it kicks and sins,
And conquers a cork full of pins.

Condemn my soul from this sad place,
But bless it and give it God's grace.