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My Macbeth

The night is cold 
Its calmness is bold
Spring doth fold 
In its manifold
My-my-my baby's not old

Your tender smiles
Make my moonlight shines
Your pretty eyes
Make my morning flies
My-my-my baby complies

The earth too knows
How sadly I glow
Just whisper so
I'll dash for what heav'n bestows
My-my-my baby my beau

The joy as you call
For Mama "ma-ma"
Fills my spirit for I'm your momma
O your cackles do get me enthralled
My-my-my baby my love

Your call is alluring
Your love is assuring
My soul is the offering
I'll see you glo-rying
My-my-my baby my dar-ling

Your life at birth
Was my journey to death
You stayed and wept
Whilst I took my last breath
My-my-my baby Macbeth

I'll always come
To watch over you
And sing you songs
As I can't hold you close
My-my-my baby I'm near

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Death To the Good Man

On the pathway to heaven above,
Fierce menaces assail.
Down the road to hell beneath,
Beguiling lures make him frail.

A life is inflicted! Nay, afflicted!
He a dry bone, walks alive dead
Blessed with cultural curses
Cursed with modern time blessings

The good man's out in the field
Roaming, he roams wild and free
Thoughts of good grasp his knee
His desire's stopped and fails to breed

Deep beneath the water
Evil thoughts do bind him
Live, die, or survive, a good is altered
Alas! A rhythmic dirge is sung from the hymn

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No Title

My life's made of glass
I have nothing left to hide
I couldn't skip no life's class
My spirit won't watch them slide

There must be something about my life
It gets colder every day
There must be something about to-survive
It gives me reasons to fade away

I play hard with the razor of life
It cuts deep enough for no flesh to survive
There must be something about the living
Failure goes about, it's adversary not forgiving

The breeze's rage seeps through my pores
I shiver even as I shudder
I learn of me when my life's on the line
I shiver, even as I shudder

The breeze's rage seeps through my pores
In my world, I live like an outsider
The other side beckons a rest with open doors
O I shiver, even as much as I shudder

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Love

I have a scar, a scar or scars
I have a hurt, a hurt that hurts

My heart feels pained, it feels pains
My love relinquished, it feels relinquished

I tread its path, it tore me apart
I walked its road, on me it rode

Love, though emotional, its hurt's not ephemeral
Love is but a murderer, its kills are subliminal

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I Love You

The birds sing to the note of her voice
The earth blushes at the smile on her face
The roses blossom at the flow of her beaut
The waves sway at the wriggle of her waist
She's truly the tingling in his heart
A purely desired place is where he's at

A thousand miles isn't enough to walk
A million hurdles isn't enough to work
A battalion of soldiers won't bid me stop
A bevy of pretty ladies won't bid me flop
To get to her to tell her my soul
I love you! I love you! O this I know

Her love is so sweet, so tender, so mild
In the warmth of your embrace, I'll rest like a child

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Reflections: A Lonely Life of Death

The heart and mind meld this time
I would that I bleed, not cry
Bleeding tells them my body hurts
Crying reveals my heart and soul hurt

The tree of life is uncertain and short
Season in; season out, my life; your life
Is like a vapour, only musters to vanish into thin air
A hidden life speaks essence, yet is shortlived

The joy of happy moments
Is having one to revel in them with
To watch the mountain flowers bloom alone,
Is as sad, painful as a growing thorn in the flesh

The hurting body forthwith heals
Sadness in the heart may never heal
A frostbite that can metamorphose into death
May subside with one to comfort the sadness at night

Are you affrighted of death? Everyone dies
Are you affrighted of loneliness? Sadly we are lonely
Does it hurt to be wounded or cry? We have our times
Does it hurt to move on? We get by everyday

When we find our way to something new
The memories of the old oft tend to conflict
None can replace a life once and for all truly loved
Huge is the tree of life with its roots deeply buried in lonesome mud and silence

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Together Apart

It feels so good to fall apart
It feels so good to grow apart
It feels so good to live apart
It feels so good to cry apart

At first it was cool being apart
At first it was happy being apart
At first it was fun being apart
At first it was enjoyed being apart

Then seconds and minutes beget days
Then days beget fatted weeks
Then weeks grew into months
Then months made a way into our hearts

It feels bad now being apart
It feels so bad living apart
It feels so sad crying apart
Worst of all is living together apart

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Rattling Thoughts

It is night's first light — evening
The world thinks through my mind
The echoes of a bittersweet day whisper
My ears twitch, my heart pricks

A pressed edge leans forward
Shouldering the offices of the earth
A desire to just surmount the hurdles
Like an infant falls yet learns to walk

The one weary of deferred hope
The other elated 'bout a filled cup
The one broken to a love unrequited, at least lost
The other happy, healed at finding love

Life's but a parody of exhilarations
A gnome ignited by fiery undergoings
The man, an eloquent stammerer
Profiting and lossing to antiquity

Love, life, life and love — there's no life or love without wins
Pa, ma, lad and lass — you have no family without wins
Works, rest, rest from works — there's no rest without wins
Wisdom, wits and will will wither — to live is to first die

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Helpless Hopeful Hanker

I just want to bless
All that's around me with no stress
Even those within me, with love and ease
For peace and prosperity I have made decrees

A life is pretty stale, somewhat sad, so static
Striving seems to mock it, and 'bout it, ecstatic
He's at the drop of a hat set to borne goodness
Where's the power to do, in mere wishes and nothingness?

Lowly, I question that which is yet to be
When will it be that ought to be?
This hope and delay makes me daily weak 'n strong
When will it come his day of joyful song?

Oh, that my coast be enlarged
As the wide spread sky is discharged
Oh, that all around me be safe and blessed
May the good wishes manifest and in excess

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Come Back

With blood on the line
He's sent down deep into an abyss
By his chosen true deeds
All trusted allies

With blood on the line
He's been defamed
Hell infringing upon his days
He melds, yeah, he's made

Unto him who listens amiss
Like a river wouldn't flow aback
He's been done hard about
He's back, yeah back and stronger

With blood on the line
Like a ragged-fine linen
He's battered and tattered
By his precious chosen corner

An industrious pain duly inflicted on him
Hard and wise he acclimatized
Like a wronged beast he'll surely devour
A one, and two at the mountain's shore

Life is weak still strengthened with evil
A number of human is but the devil
Grace is gracious to break him free
Thus his come back against the villain