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Will You Think of Me Once In a While

Will you think of me once in a while,
When the tears from your eyelids are trailing,
When they bury me after the trial.

Will you think of me oft with that smile;
When obstructions in life you are scaling,
Will you think of me once in a while

When you pass by the rose garden dial,
Would you think of my love as unfailing,
When they bury me after the trial.

Although distant by many a mile,
Would you treasure this letter I'm mailing;
Will you think of me once in a while.

Bitter thoughts grip my insides like bile,
But I reckon I'll no more be ailing
When they bury me after the trial.

I'll not be there to see you in style;
Please forgive me, my daughter, for failing.
Will you think of me once in a while,
When they bury me after the trial.


(Written on March 25th, 2014 for the contest
"Rhyme Battle: Round 4")


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The United Nations

Did you get my
Number yet?


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Righteous and Just

Righteous and just shall inherit the earth
The lord does chastise me so I see Him
Placed me in poverty pray I do right

Sinned throughout my life now I must think twice
Each and every hour this debt I owe
Righteous and just shall inherit the earth

Turn their backs they have people that I know
Failing in belief cause my will I give thee
Placed me in poverty pray I do right

A different path to walk to you I go
My destination is known you I fear
Righteous and just shall inherit the earth

Your punishment severe pain I endure
Forgiveness be time in you faith I trust
Placed me in poverty pray I do right

No longer without sight you freed my mind
The sanctuary I seek found in you
Righteous and just shall inherit the earth
Placed me in poverty pray I do right


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Morning mocks, evening wars

Morning mocks, evening 
wars make better strive
If must overcome heels 
in this roster
There are much beliefs in 
everlasting live.

Pieces and splits are rigid 
when alive
Devils' wraths chainless for 
many master
Morning mocks, evening 
wars make better strive.

Living worthy life begets 
ever-live
And hasten shadows 
overthrone siesta
We shall become history 
when we die

Many laws and more rules 
muse when alive
And must still to the 
opera monster
Morning mocks, evening 
wars make better strive

Surviving the tunnel 
needs better life
By being grateful to man 
and Master
We shall become history 
when we die

There are much believe 
in everlasting live
Less sojourn and final 
route to Master
Morning mocks, evening 
wars make better strive
We shall become history 
when we die


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As The Mist That Rides The Waves

As mist that rides the waves
My love clings to just You
Only your love I crave

You the only who saves
Constant  your love as dew
As mist that rides the waves

Telling your love in phrase
Day by day to a few
Only your love I crave

For each day on his stave
My musical notes drew
As the mist rides the waves

My right to hell did waive
The sentence he totally threw
Only your love I crave

For you did call me from grave
Transformation I flew
As the mist rides the waves
Only your love I crave


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To Rick, A Flicker

To Rick, A Flicker

1.
It was  
simple, really,  
just breakfast:

a conglomeration of fruit,
food, or flies up top.
It was

The talking to you,
just food, or flies up top
just breakfast

those memories,  
I missed your hand.
It was

me, not knowing 
whether to have melons.
Just breakfast,

and here I am drinking root beer,
with pineapple, for dessert. 
It was

so near, 
you were so near, ooh,
just breakfast

and yet and yet. It's as if
it'd never happen. When
It was 

a darn itlog, but yours. Final.
and when. Love, how can I?
just breakfast.

2.
I notice browned
soy milk, who was
		It was 

 
you, drinking, and 
your wife, merely	
		just breakfast.


the man laughs while
she kicks his shin
		It was


talk they're having
i'm sick, here, with
		just breakfast


your kids, i'm them,
same boy's toys, round
		It was


clear to me, play
to me, you were
		just breakfast


so who drank milk,
you noticed her? 
		It was--


I loved her though
since she was ours--
		just breakfast


time, just breakfast 
time, her shape heals
		It was


ridicule, mad
to have her there,
		It was
just breakfast.


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Love's Toll

Heaven lies within the heart of the soul,
Old and young can not escape its predilection.
None will know anything greater than love's toll.

Wise, past and present chase an impervious goal;
The formula to love's mysterious perfection.
Heaven lies within the heart of the soul.

All know its haunting hypnotic control,
Its magical and delightful ramification.
None will know anything greater than love's toll.

Moon, Earth and Sun all apart of love's charming whole;
All ingredients of love's baffling complication.
Heaven lies within the heart of the soul.

Even the stars far and beyond have a cameo in its role;
far too many fall for their romantic illumination.
None will know anything greater than love's toll.

As you can see my dear love takes self-control,
But when it come to you, mine is admiration.
Heaven lies within the heart of the soul.
None will know anything greater than love's toll.


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The Way of the World

Thinking in our reasoned light
No answer blocks our say.
Running from towards the night,
We carry on our way.

In our gloried human right
We worship sun and day,
Spurning thoughts revealing light
And carry on our way.

Heedless in our hopeless height,
The heretics we flay.
Running downwards in the night,
Our golden glory gray.

Through cold fog and blighted sight
We barely see the ray.
Truthful and forgiving light;
We tarry on our way.


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Florida Rain

Stood still, embraced in sheets of Florida rain
Water curtains falling upon vistas stricken blind;
Where humid tears may yet be shed again.

Terminal concourse swathed in loss and pain,
Blurring out of sight yet clear in mind;
Stood still, embraced in sheets of Florida rain.

Bowed heads in knowing full that never the 'twain
Shall meet, nor evermore these souls will find
Where humid tears may yet be shed again.

Should alligator jaws from foaming drain
Feast on the last of love that stays behind,
Stood still, embraced in sheets of Florida rain?

Storm clouds in the heart and in the brain
Turn darker now than Mother Nature's kind,
Where humid tears may yet be shed again.

If only there were some way to obtain
A means by which such love could be enshrined,
Stood still, embraced in sheets of Florida rain
Where humid tears may yet be shed again.