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 Doctor you drugged me So just for one day This carcass of mine Doesn’t want to play I told it to stand: Muscles in my belly Push to be upri... [read more] |
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I wandered through my nightly dream And through it all a recurrent theme The day before had brought a joy That made me feel once more a b... [read more] |
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There’s no escape Not for you this time I heard what you said It can’t be misread I’ve got you this time You’re on tape [read more] |
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I remember when we used to Play Play outside each and everyday But now your gone out of sight And the days just don't seem as bright The one... [read more] |
 Poised to write the tale of you and I a beautiful tear falls from her eye Her peace is calm but she won't survive and yet has she ever bee... [read more] |
 (Dana, you asked for something “Inspiring”: hope this is it): NEVER give up on yourself !! Not that you ever would, but it’s im... [read more] |
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Oh my good Lord I am so bored I want to go home Unplug the phone Strangle with the cord [read more] |
 you tell me it is I you fear I say to you take my hand...walk with me my dear alas we could ride this cascade of love as one we can weather... [read more] |
 Standing at the foot of a cross I look up in remembrance of the studied word on this holy week day I feel the tangs of sorrow knowing tha... [read more] |
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The radio serves to fool the soul Tags along with favorite song Alone to it’s self It doesn’t know It is dying As the wind outside howl... [read more] |
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Can you hear the gentle winds blow? Are you inspired by the shine of the moon? Like you, it’s not as it appears The shine… an illusion Fo... [read more] |
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Why must we continue with constant innuendo elude to the dreams we try to capture comfort it seems only comes from a bottle and then is on... [read more] |
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We walk slowly, caught in the touch of our hands While visions dance around us The Stars lark, listening to our Love Spellbound by our... [read more] |
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Tired of better days gone by waiting on answers that will never come he disdains the course of his plight listens in the night to his hai... [read more] |
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As I stare into the shadows of my soul I see the cuts, crisp and deep each has a name each bleeds in their own way Perhaps angst of love s... [read more] |