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A Mystical Place

Frolicking through the woods pale light, elves do sing and fairies delight.
Searching for a hidden place, where pixies sing and children race.
Do beware the wicked trolls, who guard the bridge and steal your gold.
Cross the bridge and you shall find, the hidden gates once lost in time.
Read the runes in elven tongue, and the gates will open to a world still young.
Once inside you shall see, a mystical place that still remains free.
Enchanted queens with beautiful faces, who dance with grace in firm embraces.
Leprechauns count their pots of gold as wizards spin their tales of old.
Do not venture beyond this place, or goblins and orcs shall scar your face.
Winged dragons above they soar, breathing fire and loud they roar.
Venture not into the night, for banshees scream and cause you fright.
Witches mix their evil brews, and werewolves hunt in bloody broods.
So stay within the gated realm, where pleasures are many and beauty abounds.

3/8/2013

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Enemies Defined

Valiant we stand over enemies defined
The lives we laid down weigh heavy on our minds

Years of defiance, hatred and pain
The countless dead like drops of rain

Death and destruction, toil and despair
Fear from above as bombs fall through the air

War is defined as living in hell
to settle misgivings to which were compelled

Casualties of war, refugees in flight
Mothers embrace children as they cry in the night 

War is a festering disease with nary a cure
Peace is a blessing we all can endure

let hatred end and peace reign supreme
before the world as we know it becomes only a dream

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O'Er the Battlements I Do Roam

O’er the battlements I do roam 
in a place far away from my home.
Seeing first-hand the horrors of war
longing for peace from all the blood and the gore.
Sleep, it escapes me as I lie down for the night.
I still see the faces of the men I did smite.
Visions of soldiers I once called my friends
Lying dead on the fields, never to see home again.
Once great cities broken and crumbling away,
a terrible price for all who did pay.
Yet in the end as victors we stand
O’er the tyrants who ruled with strong hands.
Homeward we travel leaving behind 
all the horrors of war to a place so sublime.
Our families they gather to carry us home 
to write down our thoughts in the lines of a poem.
Still as we sleep the demons do come
to remind us of things we long to be gone.
Yet as we wake screaming in fright
we pray to the Lord to make it alright.
When does it end the horrors of war?
When the forces of evil are finally no more. 
4/8/2013
Terry Burns

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Where Does It All End

Murder
Rape 
Homosexuality
Theft
Abortion
Incest
Slothfulness
Racism
Greed
Idol Worship
Blasphemy
Genocide
War
Terrorism
Hate
Destruction
Annihilation
Lies
Broken Promises
Fear
Corruption
Suicide
Barbarism
Slavery 
Prostitution
Bullying
Gambling
Jealousy
Where does it all end?
It ends Where Love begins.

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While You Were Out

While you were out I started to think.
I thought so hard that it drove me to drink.
I drank so much that I fell on the floor 
And when I got up I fell through the door. 
I rolled off the porch and into the grass
And onto a nail that stuck in my ass.
I screamed in horror as I ran for the house 
And as I ran in I tripped on a mouse.
As I was flying all up in the air 
I landed atop my wife’s favorite chair.
The chair was now broken and fell to the floor 
at the same moment that she walked through the door. 
When I woke up I was outside my home 
and staring right into the face of a gnome.
So if you ever sit down to think 
don’t ever let it drive you to drink.

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Dinkley Donker Doffle

Dinkley donker doffle, my momma made me some waffles.
They came out too hot and made me distraught 
so instead she made me some boffles.
Dinkley donker doffle, my boffles were totally awful
so momma felt bad and awfully sad so she made me 
some tinkly toffles.
Dinkly donker doffle, the tinkley toffles were thoughtful 
but they made me turn red so she sent me to bed
I should have just taken the waffles.

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Hate Versus Love

Hate Kills                                    Love saves
Hate devours                               Love envelops
Hate rapes                                   Love is pure
Hate overpowers                         Love is addictive 
Hate removes reason                   Love brings reason
Hate angers                                 Love understands
hate is violent                              love is gentle
Hate starts wars                          Love ends wars
Hate is a lie                                 Love is truth
Hate cheats                                 Love is fair
Hate is cold hearted                    Love warms the heart
Hate steals                                  Love is given
Hate causes Jealousy                  Love trusts   
Hate brings defiance                   Love brings Joy
Hate brings down buildings       Love Moves mountains
Hate kills children                      Love brings new life
Hate maims                                Love heals
Hate tears families apart             Love brings families together
The Devil is hate                        God is Love
                       Which do you prefer?

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I'M In the Doghouse Now

I’m in the doghouse now 
I’m out singing with the cows 
Well I made my baby mad 
And I’m feeling rather sad 
I’m in the doghouse now 

I’m in the doghouse now 
I’m in trouble and how
I went out on the town 
And I acted like a clown 
I’m in the doghouse now.

I’m in the doghouse now 
She’s gonna put me to the plow
Well I was feeling pretty swell
Till they threw me in the jail
I’m in the doghouse now. 

I’m in the doghouse now 
I’m out singing with the cows 
Well I made my baby mad 
And I’m feeling rather sad 
I’m in the doghouse now

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Hillbilly Hand Jive

Hillbilly hand jive is the name of this here song.
So why don't y'all come out here and help us sing along?
Yippy ki yay and howdy do.
Y'all put yer arms right in and I'll show you what to do.
First take yer finger and stick it up yer nose. 
Grab yerself a juicy one and stick it tween yer toes.
Raise up them there arms and swing em in the air
then run yer fingers right through that greasy hair.
Hillbilly hand jive is what yer doin now.
Run over yonder and tip that sleepin cow. 
Now that were havin fun lets run around the farm.
Jump into the water hole and let that catfish bite yer arm. 
Now lets go watch some Nascar and drink us lots of beer.
Sneak up on yer better half and slap her on the rear.
Hillbilly hand jive is what we want to do
so while yer up there dancin, throw me that there brew.

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A Perfect World

A perfect world is a world without sin, a world without lies
where truth sets the trend.
A world without hate, where love leads the way
and everyone looks forward to each passing day.
A world without envy or infectious disease
where everyone prays on bended knee.
A world without murder or moral decay
where it is safe for our children to go out and play.
A world without adultery, fornication or lust
where everyone lives by: (In God we trust).
A world without theft where everyone shares
where no-one is homeless and everyone cares.
Oh what a perfect world it would be if we all loved the Lord
and in his truth we were free.