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 You sniff coke, I smoke dope, a different type of toke- Some smack down the middle with the needle.. Showing their lost tracks in life- Th... [read more] |
 In the twilight not yet dark Leafless trees stand in the park Gone the robin and the lark From the landscape gray and stark Thinking I of su... [read more] |
 A Better Day Today The thing that I like most of all When speaking of my life. Is that one single little day Can put an end to strif... [read more] |
 Her nails ripped at his flesh her lips swallowed his she took him like the animal he was her body devouring his taking all of him... [read more] |
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all alone, no place to run every creak this old house moans the foot steps get louder the beat of my heart faster i can feel you... [read more] |
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the rain beats down upon her weary soul the chains that bind her tighten as her soul is ripped from her body feeling her heart b... [read more] |
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Out among the afterwards In front of what's to come I hear the sound of tolling bells That beckon me to run. Away from what I've no idea To... [read more] |
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Let me sing And as I do I beg you listen Though I’m sure you’ve heard For I’ve heard the echoes ring In your display. Let me say That stro... [read more] |
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What was it he said on page seventeen Of his “Reader” which I held in my hands? Why should I hear it more as an echo Than something profound... [read more] |
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In the stirrups of the milk white steed I stand And with legs steady I see that for which I strive. Alive I am so out I strike Guiding giant... [read more] |
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I have lived and loved, Won and lost, Cried and laughed, It had a cost. The blood flows freely, A choice made wrong, It slowly surpasses My... [read more] |
 The cesspool of vice, Where justice is hard, Where the money a yard, Where malice is never an ice, Oh, this cesspool of iniquity… I will not... [read more] |
 The east is set alight smile to the morn returning humanity is re-awakened! voices roll.... move on move on as a single whole o my country t... [read more] |
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If a man has money today he could commit rape and get away free hide his lust in a victor`s smile. If a man has money today he could commit... [read more] |
 I write a poem in purple mourning; There is no greater sorrow than that of the Sun when bleeding tears of fruitless Barrenness... [read more] |