Category: Poetry
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Once we were sinnersWith heads full of steamCruising down the boulevardPaved with beer-battered broken dreams We were driftersWithout a clueWe were dumb sinnersWith nothing left to lose Always on the lookoutFor poor waving thumbsTo join our wandering brigadeA choir of forgotten souls And I know, I know, I know that we’re still damnedI know, yeah,…
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The towering rocks the ship has hitThe masts have fallenThe bow has been splitThe Scene becomes so dark and sullenAnd not a single candle is lit. A woman searches for her ringGiven to her so very long agoAnd while the song of death singsAs the ripped sails blow to and froCold and sickness, the weather…
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Thoughts they spin round my mindLeaving me dizzy and nauseousConstant bursts of creativityGone as quickly as they comePromising a bright new futureBut only leaving me wantingDazed, befuddled, and heartbroken I see vast landscapesCreatures of imaginationBeautiful beyond descriptionBut I cannot draw them for youI cannot tell you in wordsWhat they mean to meThese characters of mine…
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I may be no economistBut we’ve all gone brokeEverything’s gone amissMurder is all she wroteToo many slashing wristsSex is the only antidoteDrenched in carnal bliss Think I’ll go for a swimIn your ocean I’m gonna soakMy little savior in satinWhat have I done to evokeYour succulent candy kissWhen you stroll on inNothing’s as good as…
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Gold dust glowing so brightBurning my eyesSo hot out tonightYou’re shining so brightSparkle and glisten, my loveAs this burning passionTake us to realms above I’ve been gold dustedShowered by your loveIn a life so bustedI’m burning so aliveIn a gold dust downpourA fantastic hot surprise Please give me an encoreWill you baby, ride with me…
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She was so far from homeNever quite sure where that wasMade herself a statue of false virtueOne look would seize your heartA second look would break youShe had a beauty veiled with liesHer true beauty would blind your eyes My little MarilynHere is a verse to youYou seized me with a smileBroke me with a…
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Inside’s a maddening collageOf vivid mental photographySome of it dearly beautifulBut a lot of it pitifulSad stories repeat and proliferateAs all the tears flood around meFind it increasingly hard to concentrate Seeing those sad faces over and overAlways the best friend to the pushoverTrying to wake the sleeping childrenFrom under their thick ignorance coverToo much…
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Sweet blue earth, won’t you weep for me?Nothing’s now left to do, but the cryingSo many tears to fall, saltier than the seaBut my eyes are dry, why’s the rainmaker lying?Need to wash away the memory of her so ugly Rainmaker, rainmaker, drown me right nowBefore remembrance takes too much hold‘Fore I remember what, where,…
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Finding purpose for the wordsCan be so hard to doEven when they flowWhat do they stand for? So many topicsPique my interestsBut which are most valuable?Where should I focus? Is there a right answerTo what a writer should do?Be dedicated to somethingOr plan nothing at all? It is a curious thingThe mind of a writerConstantly…
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Finding new life in this springWhat will these bright new days bring?The warmth has made its way to my soulNow each day, I cannot help but singThe child within me has awokenTrapped for so very long insideWith feelings and desires unspoken It has long been within me dead coldThe youth inside of me, it’s rarely…