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Details | I do not know? | |

Beautiful --Named For Celene Cresent--Thank You For The Name(:

[They] brush over closed lids 
                       of tear filled eyes, 
                                  if only known why, 

why they so sorrowfully cry, 
              but future tense gives none 
                            of secrets way to be held, 

and so the dreams fall to cries 
                  and the dreams of futures, 
                                                   barely tell...


Details | Dramatic Verse | |

the day you flew to Heaven


           We knew , it was if a moment stopped in time 
              hearing the news before most of the World did
           He loved to fly his plane from Colorado to Monterey Bay
           He was a avid golfer at Pebble Beach respected 

           He had loves and passions from many places 
           deciding to fly low through the overcast red sunset
            Not only did he love music and inspire all 
            He loved his Plane , he will always remain a beautiful Soul

              The next day it was confirmed ..all saddened 
             It was John Denver's plane that went down
             Today in Pacific Grove stands the Memorial 
             So Kiss me and smile for me we will ~
              always in loving memory 
               OH babe ,  do we hate you go ~    
                            
    

         Inspired by ; contest in Music and Loss of an Artist
                   "Leaving on a Jet Plane "
             


Details | Ode | |

Renaissance Reed

     Lou Reed , Mistral of his time
     so you walked this road on the wild side
     unique in music , never selling out 
     believing in Art instead of commercialize
     
     Lou Reed the musician never compromised ~
     Sweet Jane not enough for our crowd of eccentric rockers 
     still will live forever with the many that left before you
     one can imagine from John Lennon to Johnny Ramone 

     a party in Heaven of the finest rock bestowed 
     no text , no MTV when they pursued a dream 
     New York, hotel Chelsea an age of Renaissance
     ragged jeans and leather jackets ,Art on stage  

     No, your Rock not ever fade away , it will stay sweet Jane forever ~

      For the fine Man with words , ode to Lou Reed .

     

     
     



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APPARITION

 APPARITION
You came in the name of He who gave you breath.
As certain as the emptiness of time,
as hopeless as your life, as hot and cold as death,
You came to stay.

No holy water, no exorcist's demand,
can quench my thirst; my need for all you are.
You fill my head with things not meant to understand,
You came to stay.

I breathe your name, tormented in my dream,
and sleepless is the night, You fill my time.
You are the joy of life beyond my dying scream,
You came to stay.

You came in the name of He who'll give us death.
You are the calm and blinding of the light.
Forever part of me, you are my final breath.
You came to stay.


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In The Name Of My Lips


Only in thy ecstasy, let Thor-
The name of my weary lips rest
For mine soul, from long sleep 
Started waking sensual desires
To remember, O, how dalliance 
Inspired by flame, embraced us!


Details | Haiku | |

The Internet: Return

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Procrastination!


Details | Ballad | |

London

She called herself London
On that day 
She fell from the sky
Child of apple blossoms
Dancing wildly
Into your mind

The snake that hung from her neck
Bites your hand
Expels you from Eden
Tears into the cool flesh
Of your madness
Posing as reason

London
Kisses you like a sweet lover
As though she really cares
Lets you 
Taste the passionate orchard
In her body’s secret lair

London
Wrestles with all your demons
Nothing quite compares
To the pain 
The indecent pleasure
In the waters that you share

Her name was London
Call her London

She called herself London
On that night
She prayed to the moon
Apollo’s lyre
Played darkly
In a portent 
Of your own doom

The hell she hides 
In her soul
Toxic drug you’ll never escape
You crave the milk of her touch
Her strange and dangerous ways

London
Kisses you like a sweet lover
As though she really cares
Lets you 
Taste the passionate orchard
In her body’s secret lair

London
Wrestles with all your demons
Nothing quite compares
To the pain 
The indecent pleasure
In the waters that you share  

Her name was London
Call her London

My baby, London
Call her London
My moon-girl, London 
Call her London

I love her, London
Call her London
Forever, London 

I call her London……


Details | Blank verse | |

he is leaving home

                            
                  In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
                       as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores 
                      for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `

                    Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
                       The red album, The blue album , The White album 
                        Then .. Abbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
                  Ringo's face ,  something hard to understand underneath~
                       
                      I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
                    the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears 
                    For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one . It wanted silence

                    Going back ..remembering when John Lennon died 
                      I was in Arkansas saddened with the world .
                      Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it " 
                      No .. this was not my hero in music and song .

                      he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes 
                      bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss

                       One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
                       The other identity hidden, tried to be part of ..coming together
                                                                                                                                                                        
                            his  world of secrets
                        He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
                       
                        Too many years gone by .let us tell the Truth. Let us be free
                         The very sad long and winding Road ~
                         Let us Bury our real Paul. 

                         No more " Mystery tour "
                             No more fear 
                                Let him be in peace ~


           Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "

                






Details | Free verse | |

Barry Cowsill leaving

 
      A friend , a poet , a music Man , The Cowsills 
      remembering the song "hair" on the radio as a 5 yr old.
      As fate brought us together one day in New Orleans 
      Barry Cowsill  the hidden artist yet well known .

      Adoring your eyes and smile , hat , the look when you asked me ..
      "do you remember the Cowsills ? " as I then began to sing ..
     "long ,beautiful Hair,  Flaxen , waxen blacksen " Hair ! Oh daddy daddy " 
      his life and smile , his love , imagining  me for a while , yes ..in love.

     My Friend met his fate  passionate , his Legacy , bravely refusing evacuation 
     Katrina , a storm too strong for even An artist with a guitar , my love fallen
     Remembered now by all , for his remains were found under a bridge , 
     The Oyster poor boys , The zydeco to blues , Barry,  too great for Our World .
     Remembering the Jazz festival,  memories,  torn in my mind yet left behind ,

     Barry Cowsill , when I leave this World , will you come and bring me to yours ?


Details | Lyric | |

As He calls my name...

What a Happy day,
as the Sunshine dance
and the Music play.
What a Happy day
as He calls my name,
as I hear His voice,
I just look his way.
What a Happy Day,
As I feel His warmth,
As I feel his love,As
I kneel down and pray.
What a Happy joyful day,
When He calls my name,
in such a special way,Through 
the old man in the street,
through the  blind boy
that i hug and the prisoners,
i greet.What a Happy day,
as He calls my name,in
the sound of the rain,
through the Colored world,
through each  singing bird,
through Our Mother Earth,
I hear Him call my name.
What a Happy day,as Jesus 
calls,through my every friend,
As Jesus calls,Give the poor
some food,and the sick,a hand.
What a Happy day,as
I hear him call my name,
in such a special  way,
I feel His love,in the flying
dove, As I hear His voice,
in the Celestene sky above.


Details | Tail-rhyme | |

A Fable Of Death, To The Boy Named Harp.

Here, is a boy that wandered astray,
He went for a walk and got lost on the way,
He tried to find home, wherever that is,
He tried to find comfort that he could call his,
He walked through the woods and past the oak trees,
He followed the rivers and the warm summer breeze,
He came to a house that was rotting away,
He said to himself “Here’s where I’ll stay”.
He was going to sleep when he herd a dull scream,
He didn’t think much, he thought it was a dream.
He woke in the morning tied to the bed,
Before him was a man, who was sick in the head,
The man was curious as to what this boy was named,
When asked, “Harp” is the name the boy Claimed,
The man looked at Harp and quietly said, 
My name is Randal, and soon you’ll be dead,
Randal began to inflict horrible pain,
He watched this boy bleed and didn’t refrain.
After weeks of torture and equal unrest,
The boy named Harp made his final request,
He looked at the man that had tore him apart,
And said “Kill me please, and save my young heart.”
The man looked at Harp with tears in his eyes,
He said “sorry my boy. Now you shall die”,
After this man had ended Harp’s pain,
He left the boys corps to rot in the rain.
I guess in the end it was all meant to be,
For death was the way to make this boy see,
He was better off dead because now he cant feel,
Feel the pain he once wished wasn’t real.
He was just a boy with a loving heart,
The story of his life, the boy named Harp.


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indian name

red wolf it was
patowatome-soix
this is what it means to me 
what does it mean to you?
to me it means the love of life
and blood that keeps me here
also means to never back down
and never cower in faer


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In The Name of The Father

In The Name of The Father…

Everyone gets the chance to believe in their God
At least once in our lives we all look to him for strength
Everyone has the opportunity to engage in his faith
Faith that can move the mountains
For the souls who can’t be saved by themselves

There’s a solemn voice that cried to me one day
A voice within myself whispering again
In the name of the Father are the words I am trying to say
In the name of the Father, I pray…

As one in congregation, all gathering in mass
Asking for forgiveness and for all suffering to pass
For those who have been before and for those still to come
One voice is rising up in anticipation of salvation

There’s a solemn voice that cried to me one day
A voice within myself that is whispering again
In the name of the Father are the words I am trying to say
And in the name of the Father, I pray…

Hope is for the hopeless ones and faith for the faithless
Redemption waits for everyone
As one we’re no longer faceless…

As one in congregation gathering in mass
Asking for forgiveness and for all suffering to pass
For those who have been before and for those still to come
One voice is rising up in anticipation of salvation

…In the name of the Father are the words I am trying to say
And in the name of the Father, we pray…


Details | Lyric | |

What Was His Name?


Someone left some guitar strings in circles on her floor,
Cigarettes and bottles in the garbage by her door, 
Someone left his cowboy shirt across her kitchen chair, 
Is he coming back?  Or did he mean to leave it there?

What was his name?  What was his name?
One too many mem’ries, till they all look just the same,
What was his name?  What was his name?

Someone left some money on the dresser by her bed,
Didn’t leave a letter, ev’rything is best unsaid,
Someone said he loved her, or was that just in her dream?
Ev’ry time this happens she can feel her senses scream:

What was his name?  What was his name?
Don’t you think she’s getting sick of losing ev’ry game?
What was his name?  What was his name?

Someone left a souvenir it takes nine months to bear,
Mother dies in labor, and the father’s who knows where?
Little girl is raised up by a loving family,
Never learns the secret, that’s the way it has to be.

What was his name?  What was his name?
Never ask the question, no one really needs the blame.
What was his name?  What was his name?


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Red Rose Left Burning

In the name of love
she makes the same old mistakes
every time he lies

but it's all the same
as she runs away with hopes
it'll work this time

Just to realize

love is whack in the heart of a woman
truly believing the lie of a man 

he strips her of love

as she refuses to lie down and die
accepting a burning bleeding red rose

she stares at the stars

no longer evident in his dull eyes
wondering who is he saving them for

just to realize

In the name of love
she makes the same old mistakes
every time he lies

but it's all the same
as she runs away with hopes
it'll work this time


Details | I do not know? | |

For Bruce Springsteen

for bruce springsteen...


it was a rain-swept monsoon day

way back then, so many moons away

when i felt the music strumming in my veins

setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins

you sang of simple truths, 

your verse spoke to people just like me

in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night

as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight

'bobby jean' spoke to me

of that girl down the street

glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet

and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart

led me down further roads of thunder

when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on

and never to surrender

to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run

while i danced in the dark 

with memories vivid and stark

even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark

and then a 'human touch' came along

and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song

and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes

as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies

in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned

as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned

and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up

working on a highway of scattered ideals

and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup

well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road

with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad

but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night

just like the ghost of that old tom joad...


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What's-Her-Name

I once used to be ‘hot’ for old What’s-Her-Name,
That girl that set my first fire aflame.
Just being near her would make my blood sizzle,
Then suddenly she was gone without even a fizzle.
 
I sadly regretted that old What’s-Her-Name,
And wondered what went wrong, who was to blame?
I got over her, then another, and another,
Then I found the one that I chose out from all others
 
I sometimes still think about old What’s-Her-Name—
Just passing thoughts without regrets or shame.
But if I dwelled on her, I would be most ungrateful
For the one that I love who’s always been faithful.
 
I found online my old What’s-Her-Name,
Though she was listed by his other name.
Maybe someday I’ll just send her an email,
To say I’m happy for her and to wish her well.
 
(Chorus)  We meet new people and change as we grow.
She whom I love now, back then I didn’t know.
Like waves crashing on a weathered seashore,
That which once was is now never more.


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SOUL MATE

              SOUL MATE
I came in the name of He who gave you breath.
As certain as the emptiness of time,
as hopeful as your life, and meaningless as death,
I came to stay.

No holy water, no exorcist's demand,
can quench your thirst; your need for all I am.
I fill your head with things not meant to understand,
I came to stay.

I breath your name, tormented you may seem,
and sleepless is your night, I fill your time.
I am the joy of life beyond your dying scream,
I came to stay.

I came in the name of He who gives you death.
I am the calm and blinding of the light.
Forever part of you, I am your very breath.
I came to stay.
...........© Ron Wilson


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Death Trophy

Congratulations, you've been buried today
Far under the earth you can hear them say
Goodbye; it's like you wanted me to find you this way
My mind says to leave but my heart says stay

Wait for the rain...to numb the pain

Couldn't you see what you meant to me?
Couldn't you just hold on?
Leaving me here with your death trophy
And a never-ending song
Couldn't you see what you meant to us?
Why couldn't you take the pain?
I carve your name on your death trophy
Waiting for the rain...

My condolences, your baby is gone
He shot himself dead at the break of dawn
I wonder if he ever thought it was wrong
I set the pictures on the lyrics of this song and

Wait for the rain...to numb the pain

Couldn't you see what you meant to me?
Couldn't you just hold on?
Leaving me here with your death trophy
And a never-ending song
Couldn't you see what you meant to us?
Why couldn't you take the pain?
I carve your name on your death trophy
Waiting for the rain...

Wait for the rain...to numb the pain
Wait for the rain...wait for the rain...
Wait for the rain


Details | Quatrain | |

free cee THE GIRL NEXT DOOR GETS NEXT TO THE BOY NEXT DOOR song

This is a song to be sung by a lady so if there's one out there who thinks this worthy, sings and writes music take this and run with it.  The only thing I want is the knowledge that someone used it...thanks if anyone can do this:
    THE GIRL NEXT DOOR GETS NEXT TO THE BOY NEXT DOOR

I remember when the boy next door first knocked upon my door
I’d seen him washing his ninety-six Chevy two days before
He was shirtless and sweating while wetting down his wheels
And that is when a lady’s desire and lack of better judgment congeals

I think it was blue with writing that read “Body By Design”
I’m talking about the shirt of a man I’d like to make mine
With ripples and his rough spots in all the perfect places
Yet soft enough to hold me and enfold me in his embraces

The boy next door had a two-door Chevy he named “Beth”
He saw me as I walked by in short-shorts and very short of breath
The boy next door was breathtaking with eyes of beautiful blue
Someone who could make this girl next door’s dreams come true

But who, I wondered, was this lady by the name of Beth
Could he have confused the “B” as in boy with an “S” as in Seth?
Yes, that’s the circumstance now I’m sure with certainty
His name is Seth, there is no Beth, and I know that certainly

I remember when the boy next door first knocked upon my door
I’d seen him washing his ninety-six Chevy two days before
He was shirtless and sweating while wetting down his wheels
And that is when a lady’s desire and lack of better judgment congeals

That boy next door went from door to door looking for a kiss
While I waited at my door for the boy next door to come and kiss this miss
Finally we kept kissing and his beauty made my feverish flesh cold
And still gives me chills and thrills while he carries me over the threshold

The boy next door had a two-door Chevy that he named “Beth”
He saw me as I walked by in short-shorts and very short of breath
The boy next door was breathtaking with eyes of beautiful blue
The boy next door who made this girl next door’s dreams come true
And now the boy next door is the boy next door no more
Since that boy next door and I now share the very same front door
The very same…………… front door!
                      © 2012…copyright PHREEPOETREE..~free cee!~ 





















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The Name Drifting in the Air Became a Handful of Ashes

Where should I go and find the name 
blown away in the air it became ashes a handful of memory. 

The name I long for, gone with the wind 
is the name branded in my heart. 
To carry all the way to the burial ground where,
on one day, I shall go and lie my soul and body.

The name which was sobbing in the rain 
drenched to the skin, 
the name drifted on the flow of water, 
the name wandered with the changing seasons.

It may roam in the night sky; become a lonely star, 
though there is no allotted asterism for the name’s sake.  

The name shattered in the empty air and became a stardust, 
lives in my heart, it’s a handful of cold ashes that may be 
forgotten as it escapes from the hand.    


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letter i must

yes I am different 
yes I have changed
yes I changed who I am
but not for your sake
I wrote the letter down
and I wrote my name
this who I am
and this is what I got to say 
don't hate me
don't love me
but just respect me 
and I will respect thee
for I am a man of my word
even though I am not that old yet
I am just a interesting guy
with a little talent
I maybe wise and a bit small
but I could show you the meaning in some love
this is who I am 
this is my word
I wrote these letter down
so I can be heard
no one gets me
for who I am
so I wrote these letter
to the big man
the boss of the town
the giant of ants
I am showing him 
who I am


Details | Ballad | |

The dustbowl troubadour

My tribute to Woody Guthrie.

The dust bowl troubadour.

Once when I was just a stud
I loved the folky crowd
I would listen well to Bob Dylan
[I immersed him in a shroud]
Then Donovan, and Joanie Baez
I loved them and their ways
Through Them I found my legend ‘Woody’
Oh, these were happy days.

Old Woody he inspired them all
All the folkies of that time
And me, I just adored the man
His rhythm and his rhyme
I love the things he sang about
That Dust bowl troubadour
Two thousand songs they say he wrote
Me-thinks it might be more.

As Woody rode those railways lines
He would fruit pick and he’d sing
He always carried his old guitar
As to poor folk he would bring
Sweet laughter and much happiness
For those his heart did touch
And all those dust bowl refugees
They loved this man so much

11 August 2013 @ 1332hrs.





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My Vera Rosina

My Vera Rosina

I love all the birds in the meadow
I love all the flowers that grow
And send out their perfume
In sweet, sweet perfection 
Yet much more my love, it does grow….

For Vera Rosina
My wonderful lady
Who opens my heart like a flower
Because of your beauty
Your sweetness and your goodness
I am filled with true love’s hazy power

Each time that I think about Vera
My heart sings a song that’s so sweet
A beautiful melody
Touches all my being
And all of my world feels complete.

My Vera Rosina
I can’t help but love you
With all of my heart, oh, yes I do
For you have the essence
The sweetness and the beauty
There’s nobody sweeter than you.

Till death us do part I will love you
For you be a song of sweet delight
Whenever you are with me
My beautiful lady
My world feels so wondrous and so bright

7 January 2011



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Feelin' this Shame Without a Name -part 3-

Just tell me (one more time)
Where is that paradise road
Tell me is it my lovely haven or my sweet, sweet abode 
I'm sick of your plastic love
Sick of your heartless smiles... 
Sick of sucking up your biles...
Somehow I know you still don't care about me...
You were heedless of my despondency 
There will be a time when I'll run away...from reality's demise
The truth will set you free...and, honey, there's no where to hide 
There's no hole to hop into... don't be afraid, little rabbit...
The light will shun out the darkness and reveal our true color...who will win the future prize? 
Embrace the silence...
Don't fence me in with your morbid luck
Embrace the silence...
Don't fence me in with your careless doubting 
I'm sick of your crying...
Sick of your lying
I won't listen to your lies
Sick of your voice...sick of your disease
Sick of your dreams and fantasies 
Sick of your love...it wears off on me
Sick of your existence... i wish I could live in pure ecstasy 
Tell me where is that paradise road
Tell me is it my heavenly haven or my sweet, sweet abode 
I'm sick of your plastic love
It's not enough x2...I seek love from up above
There will be a time when I'll escape from the corrupted world...and live another day without a single trace of fear
The truth will set you free...and, honey, there's no where to hide...
There's no hole to hop into...you snooze, you lose, little rabbit dear...
Don't let the night steer you away from the light
Embrace the silence,watch the sunrise with me, and we'll gaze at the small chicks as they take their first flight


~My song is dedicated to a song I love from Evanescence entitled Sick : - ). For the people who don't know Evanescence, look up her songs: Sick, My Heart is Broken, My Immortal, Hello, Lost in Paradise, Haunted, What You Want, Sweet Sacrifice, etc. xDD


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Feelin' this Shame Without a Name -part 1-

There's racing thoughts spiraling in my head...the moment I watched the sun descend below the hills...below the streets I tread 
He drives me insane with his stupidity...my trust towards him is naught...
There's bittersweet emotions brewing in my heart again...I need to bring my thoughts to bed
He makes me mad as a hornet - I lost the depression wars and now I rot...

And the silence has shot me with shame...just turn the wheel 
There's doubt crashing my mind...this feeling feels so unreal 

I've been
feeling this...x2 shame
Inside me x3 
Without a name x2

Shame embraces me
Never leaving my presence... 

(But I tell myself:)
Don't give up...
Just keep fighting back tears
Don't erupt...
Just keep on facing your fears
Your countless fears
Stay strong till the end...

Embrace the silence...
Don't fence me in with your morbid luck
Embrace the silence...
Don't fence me in with your careless doubting 
I'm sick of your crying...(sick of your whining)
Sick of your lying...(there's no denying)
I won't listen to your lies and I won't trust you with my heart...
Our bond was on its last string of hope and it snipped off 
'Cause you didn't keep your promises...

Sick of your mind games...sick of your disease (don't beg to your knees for my forgiveness)
Sick of your dreams and fantasies (I won't save you from your mind's abyss)
Sick of your love...it wears off on me
Sick of your existence... i wish I could live in pure ecstasy


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Death Was Her Name, You Saved Me Anyways(To Rain)

A smile comes across her face.
Death is her name.
Such a calculated embrace.
My chest begins to pound.
Because I know she'll be there in the morning.
I won't even make a sound. 
My lungs press tightly against my bones. 
As we lay side by side. 
Death tightens itself around my throat.
She wants to take me home.
Struggling.
I fight for air. 
Death and I are caught in a stare.
Eye to eye. 
As i lie, the bed of thorns wrapping me tight.
Pull me through! 
No matter how much it hurts my insides.
Because of you, I will fight for my life.
Oh, my God, the pain penetrates my bones. 
Pull me out no matter how much this hurts.
She will not kill me.
I will not sign my death certificate. 
One scream, it's over.
My beating heart, lies exposed.
Bring me back, so together we can stand.
Death let go of my fragile hand. 
You pull my body from this death bed. 
Repair the scratches that cover my surface.
The blood has stained my skin.
Cleanse the body.
Refresh my mind.
Just look me in the eyes. 
When will you realize that you have brought me back.
You will never understand how much I appreciate that.
I will fight with you right to the gates of Hell.
You have shown me that I will never be alone.
You have proved me wrong.


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Just Praising

I'm praising the Lord, will you come and join me,
Praising His name all through the day.
I'm praising the Lord, will you come and join me,
And we will be blessed along the way.

Singing praise to Him just makes me happy,
I know that my prayers He will fulfill.
He is my Father and He loves me,
So I shall always do His will.

Praising the name of the One who loves me,
Jesus, He came to set me free,
I was a sinner on life's highway,
He was the One who showed the way.

Let your praise reach up to heaven,
There it will please the Heavenly Host.
Honest prayer is sure to please Them,
Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

© Dave Timperley 2012
Sung to the tune of High on a hill stood a lonely goatherd or the Yodel song from The Sound of music.


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When You Fall For The Wrong One

I guess I always knew
That it was too good to be true
That I never really had you in my hand
Just a filler, a time killer
Just a soft place you could land
Not the girl that you’d imagined or had planned
 
But now your ring is on her finger
And her name is on your heart
And I’m left here with my memories
Trying not to fall apart
 
‘Cause you let me
Slip through your fingers
You never looked back
And you let me, pick up your pieces
But I never thought that
I’d be the one in pieces
When it was over, said and done
But I guess that’s just what happens
When you fall for the wrong one
 
As crazy as it sounds, I still wouldn’t change a thing
I wouldn’t take a moment back from us
I don’t regret the moments
When you told me everything
Won’t forget the side of you
That only I know
 
But now your ring is on her finger
And her name is on your heart
And I’m left here with my memories
Trying not to fall apart
 
‘Cause you let me
Slip through your fingers
You never looked back
And you let me, pick up your pieces
But I never thought that
I’d be the one in pieces
When it was over, said and done
But I guess that’s just what happens
When you fall for the wrong one
 
It’ll hurt one day, mark my words
One day when everything falls apart
When she breaks your heart
One day you’ll reach for me
You’ll see me in your dreams
But I’ll be gone
I’ll be gone
 
‘Cause you let me
Slip through your fingers
You never looked back
And you let me, pick up your pieces
But I never thought that
I’d be the one in pieces
When it was over, said and done
But I guess that’s just what happens
When you fall for the wrong one
 
But I’ll be gone…
I’ll be gone…


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Falling

The final leaf is falling
Beside the evergreen
Condemned to silent winds
Their winter-full of dreams

And you can almost hear it
The sound of raindrops falling
And I just can't believe it
The stillness that is calling
Like your name off my lips
Like the whimpers of regret

In the quiet of starry eyes
The only ones to watch me fall
Fall from your dreams
Like a sparrow from a tree
Like a heart from a string
And when I just wanted to be real...

And you can almost hear it
The sound of raindrops falling
And I just can't believe it
The stillness that is calling
Like your name off my lips
Like the whimpers of regret

Falling like a last snow
Like a memory of long ago

And you can almost hear it
The sound of raindrops falling
And I just can't believe it
The stillness that is calling
Like your name off my lips
Like the whimpers of regret X2