Audio Poems - Poems about Audio

Each wound I have suffered in my life so far Has taken so long to form a battle scar But what doesn't kill me, they say, will make me stronger still And every wound I suffer will eventually heal Pre-chorus: This is the silent language of scars You can read my soul like Braille And for each sad story, for every sad...

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There’s a new sound in the air Can you hear it? It’s a song we all can share Will you sing it? It’s a lyric full of hope Words of peace to help us cope There’s a new sound in the air Can you hear it? There’s a new vibe all around Can you feel it? If you’re lost you can be found Will you trust...

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I'm standing by the mountain that reaches up so high. I'm looking toward the heavens and asking for a reason why? In the shadow of that mountain, I can't see my way through... but I'll start climbing for the summit because I know I walk with you. He'll lead me to the highest, he'll lift me and I'll...

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Vs.1) Up again, in the night No sound, no sight Only thoughts endlessly through my mind ...

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[Verse 1] You're so incredible, the most amazing man. I'm taken to new heights of pleasure with the touch of your hand. There will never be another man in my life who compares. Your eyes, your smile... no one as perfect anywhere. I will never forget, or stop loving you... Well would ya lookie here, my dear… I can lie too! [Chorus] ...

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No I won’t be afraid to speak my mind. I’ll speak it with empathy though, I promise to keep it kind. No I won’t be contained by negative thinking. Not anymore. All of those thoughts are to be mopped up off the floor. No, thats not me, I am persistent, consistent, resistant, a brilliantly bonkers personal assistant. On the outside I am anyway....

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Last night I dreamt: I didn't have a nice enough dress to wear to my three cousins' weddings. I knew that: my maternal grandparents, aunts and uncles and some of my deceased cousins, were already in the kingdom of heaven. And that they were getting ready for the marriage supper of the Lamb of God. (Rev.19:7-9) Yes,...

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How Catrina bell mckissick and jay Townsend Johnson Henry decided to impersonate me exposing my identity as an fbi informant wearing wires pregnant buying weapons and drugs from junk sick cops this was ongoing from 1985 to 1995 going into hostage situations finally buying pagers from officer Barnett at bumpin audio wow this was decades...

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FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION INTO CORRUPT OFFICERS SELLING DRUGS LED TO MY WEARING WIRES PREGNANT BEGAN 1985 ONGOING 1988 REVISED NON REDACTED INTO 1994 BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FOR THE FBI THIS LED TO OFFICER WALTER BARNETT SHOP BUMPIN AUDIO DETAIL SHOP I KNEW WALTER AKA POO POO NORTH CHICAGO POLICEMAN TIES TO OPERATION...

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I Will Wait For You Vs1. I've been searching this long, lonesome time To find the One who will forever be mine Even though we haven't met My heart is steady and my mind is set To our future love, I'll stay true Yess, I will wait for you. Chorus:* I'll be faithful, I'll be true You're the only one for me and I'm...

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Start All Over Again C. G Vs.1) Your voice is like whiskey deep down F in...

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sound it out let it be heard to mute is so absurd let's hear it out not drawl on written word mouthed in silent blurb to no one who called out...

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A signal I have crossed the line Driven in the wedge Bumbled to the precipice I'm teetering on the edge I wish my thoughts were crafted Or vetted in some way Close the gap between intention And the words I choose to say I want to be articulate Remove the crimson doubt A whisper of 'I like you' But instead I choose to shout Hey ho,...

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Towers and showers You fall then you rise Making love to the clouds It's mundane you despise Let's cut to the chase Keep our words short today I'm proud of this city Perhaps 'nice one' you'd say I think you are awesome In the day or the night As the faces peer up Or peek out to the sight Of industrious city Laced with tramways and...

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‘Maybe I could spend the night? Just to talk.’ she whispered; Marissa knew what to do; Well maybe, she did like him; Probably; Time to do more than mindlessly jaywalk; For once there was no drama to cut through; Home was this feeling, he fit perfectly; Ryan had to stay he couldn’t just go; This was unfamiliar, scary and new, a tidal wave...

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