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Brian Lehnen Poem
You know I hate to love you baby
You're only playin with my heart.
So many dreams you've shattered
So many lives you've torn apart.
If only I could walk away
If my heart could just forget
If the tangled web of love you've spun
Didn't pose such a threat.
Then I could love to love you baby
My heart it could take wings.
I could fall into this love affair
One that had no strings.
But in your hands, my heart a weapon
To be tortured and teased.
My dreams, the ones you've shattered
To be tossed out as you please.
You know I hate to love you baby
Because this heart of mine
Is fragile and it's tender and it's
Living on borrowed time.
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Let's be Ours, I'll be Yours, You'll be mine
Lovin bittersweet like the wine.
Blessed with candlelight and romance, aged with time
It's a love forever endless, yours and mine.
Won't you take my hand and walk with me, into the sunset of our days
Will you hold tight to the memories and cherish them always.
When the road ahead it darkens, my love will light the way
May the mercy of Gods love, protect you this I pray.
Though, I know we have no future, and the end is drawing near
May the love we've always shared help to calm your fears.
When the darkness falls around you, I will whisper in your ear
If you close your eyes, and listen "I love you" is what you'll hear.
I fear not my journey, for the road is paved with gold
With you by my side, I've never feared growing old.
I only hate to leave you, before our stories told
I thought we'd have more sunsets, I'd have your hand to hold.
Let's be Ours, I'll be yours, You'll be mine
Until we meet again, another place, another time.
It's a love forever endless, yours and mine.
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Short shorts skirts and spike heeled shoes
In the Red light District of your town
On the darkened street corners
There's pleasures of the flesh to be found.
Blondes, brunettes and redheads
Working girls they are.
They earn their living selling flesh
To hungry men with expensive cars.
In the Red light District of your town
Law Enforcement lies in wait.
To persecute and to arrest
Using decoys as bait.
You'd think that the Police
Would have better things to do.
The streets are filled with criminals
That prey on me and you.
Cheap Motels and alcohol
In the Red light District of your town.
No matter what your looking for
Cheap Thrills do abound.
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It's a proud family tradition
Here in the hills of Tennessee
My grand daddy brewed White Ligntin
And my daddy, before me.
It's just Cornmeal, water and yeast
Brewed in the family still.
Them revenuers can't find the place
They probably never will.
Don't drink it down, you sip it slow
It kicks like a stubborn ole mule.
There's a reason it's called White Lightnin
Some folks call it fuel.
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I sing this song of Pride
For those who have no voice.
I march this street in honor
Of those who had no choice
The Stonewall Riots, where it all began
Our fathers took to the streets.
To demand equal rights and justice
No longer will we take a back seat.
I sing this song of Pride
For Freedom and Liberty.
I march this street to honor
Those who've gone before me.
On Santa Monica Boulevard
On this cloudless, beautiful day.
My Gay brethren by the thousands
Are standing proud to say.
We sing this song of Pride
Equality is our demand.
Those closet doors been shattered
We're proud to take a stand.
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The concrete jungle is my home
This cardboard box, my shelter from the storm.
I never I thought my life would be like this
Never thought I'd deviate so far from the norm.
You avoid my gaze, you look through me
You pretend I don't exist.
My being homeless makes you uncomfortable
You swear, you would never live like this.
Food and shelter, you take them for granted
Once upon a time, so did I.
I used to have a job and a home and a family
I lost them all, once I started getting high.
My drug of choice was cocaine
A wicked taskmaster is she.
A Twisted domineering mistress
I am but a shell of the man, I used to be.
The cold hard sidewalk is unforgiving
The streets are filled with crime.
I beg like a dog, for a scrap of food
Because I don't have a dog gone dime.
I try not to look in mirrors
I don't like the image I see
I avoid my reflection in windows
There's a pathetic, wretched old man, staring back at me.
I pray that in Gods Kingdom
There's a new home waiting for me.
One where there is no hunger
No pain, and no poverty.
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To those who do not know me
I'm a husband, father, brother and son.
I accepted the call of my country
Now my race is run.
I died an angry death
Lying on foreign soil.
For my family and my country
In hope a terrorist, I might foil.
To the mother of my children
I hope you'll remember me.
As a good and loving husband
Just as I tried to be.
To my children Karen and Jacob
I hope you'll remember me.
As the dad you could always turn to.
I loved my family.
To my brother and my sister
I hope you'll remember me.
As a good and decent man
The way a brother should be.
To my mother and my father
I hope you'll remember me
As a loving, trusting son
Proud of me, I hope you'll always be.
To the Country that I served
I hope you'll remember me.
As a soldier, as an American
Who died for liberty.
Fear not your loss
For this I guarantee
I'll see you all in heaven
and I hope you'll remember me.
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Oh dear lord
What will we do
If we get stuck with
President Clinton - Part two!
The people of this country
Will get what they deserve.
If they are foolish enough
to vote for HER.
A woman for President
Not a problem that I see.
But I'd vote for Lizzie Borden
Before I'd vote for that frigid Queen.
Once firmly enthroned in her Castle
The Liberal left will be in their glory
But as for the average American
We'll sure as hell be sorry!
So on this day, I say dear Lord
Give the American people some sense
Send anyone other than Hillary to Washington
And keep this wicked viper from our nest
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Gay is more than just a word
It's a simply way of life.
From Fire Island to the Bay
We live, we love, we laugh in a very special way
We hurt, we grieve, we cry
We live, we love, we die
So try as you may, we won't go away
Gay is here to stay!
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Her name is Tammy Faye
She was once married to Jim.
They built a successful ministry
Till trusted friends did them in.
They spread the word, of the Lord
They ministered to those in need.
They lifted the spirts of millions
They spread the gospel seed.
Her personality, vivacious
Her talent sings to your heart.
Her style, somewhat audacious
That's what sets her apart.
My God have mercy on her contemporaries
They're liars, phonies and cheats.
May God bless Tammy Faye
She's genuine and sweet.
Thank you Tammy Faye
From all whom you have served.
May Gods love bring the healing
You so richly deserve.
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