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God Knows

Look at the color of that face,
It should not be in this place,
We do not want that face to stay,
Stop! God loves that face anyway

Look at that black evil heart,
Terrible hatred it must impart,
Cut it out and throw it away,
Stop! God loves that heart anyway

The truth is not in him for he is a liar,
He spreads deceit like a wildfire,
Don’t believe a word he might say,
Stop! God loves him anyway

Look at her, the loose jezebel,
She has slept with everyone I can tell,
Don’t speak to her today,
Stop! God loves her anyway

There is that man a convicted thief,
He is worth nothing and has caused much grief,
Lock your door while you are away,
Stop! God loves him anyway

How ugly are those deformed legs,
What a pitiful disgrace when he begs,
It is best to ignore him, look away,
Stop! God loves him anyway

How fat can one person be?
That is so disgusting, I am glad it’s not me,
How could anyone end up this way,
Stop! God loves him anyway

What a complete failure of a man I say,
He has never had anything go his way,
People laugh at him every day,
Stop! God loves him anyway

She murdered her child before it’s birth,
She thinks it was nothing without any worth,
A monster without a conscious some say,
Stop! God loves her anyway

That drunkard, never enough for him to drink,
He’s thrown his life down a bottle I think,
A stop in every bar along his way,
Stop! God loves him anyway

She is the biggest hypocrite that ever lived,
Two faced with nothing ever good to give,
I hope she gets her reward I pray,
Stop! God loves her anyway

Her mind is gone, she is curled on the floor,
Throw her a hospital, lock the door,
We don’t have to think about her this way,
Stop! God loves her anyway

I am a pitiful waste I realize,
I will never measure up in anyone’s eyes,
It’s too late for I give up today,
Stop! God loves me anyway!

If God forgives so should we,
If we accept Christ, God will set us free,
Before you judge today,
Stop! God loves us all anyway!


Copyright © Timothy McGuire | Year Posted 2018


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Wanted: Heart

I'm looking for a human heart,
A new one, por favor ...
Mine is cold and broken,
I don't want it anymore.

It served me well for quite a while,
And beat with rhythm, sure ...
But its seams are ripped and ragged,
Since I heard "goodbye" from her.

I only need a small one,
I don't plan to use it much,
I have no need for loving,
Just pumping blood and such.

I won't need help exchanging,
Of that, I have no doubt ...
There's no surgery required,
She already cut it out.


Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2016


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OCD

I feel as lame as a whale without its fins to swim in fine waters
Blue blasphemy break a spirit of slumberless insanity that rips up my poetic loves, likes, unlikes and hates
Debates on TV…flee from me…pregnant with frustration….
Can’t stand the frustration, pissing me off to the core
Looking fat in the mirror, yet skinny as a scrawny tree…no more…
Any more wetness of woe that glow in the glasses that scorch my very eyes
Infinity isolation iced up…marked with your germs of garbage…
Feeling like a wreck…scared out of my wits…
Bit by bit, I fit in my clothes of loathes and I send loves to doves
I’m the Dr. Seuss that transformed into Edgar Allen Poe and I submitted to the writer’s block that, probably once or twice, affected J. K. Rowling while she wrote the Harry Potter books – the inspiration of childlike joy smothered her on a train to terrific terrains…7 is the number I lived off of…Narnia booooooks…one day, I’ll read dem…it reigns in me the hopes and mopes of life…cleanse me Your heavenly light…thank the Lord of Accord that I fell in love and fell victim not to the magic and sorcery of her curses……Under your spell of riches and beauty that I will never, ever experience…so sorry for the pessimism…that gave me an ****** of icky, sickly…yesterdistress… 
I’m screaming, I keep dreaming, a dark and a light that was born in me…
I’m beaming…teaming up with torturesome tranquility 
Fatality…flipped me upside down…wearing an upside down frown
Carry on, rejoice and listen to Eminem…
I love his music…his raps of rapid awesomeness…a glowing gem
Bucks of risky endeavors pound me like drums in the midnight skies of lullabies and goodbyes
Brain is blasted with mind-blowing reality 
I can’t stop acting so silly…pity…I feel uncertain like a white curtain that’s stained and it lost its beauty…
Its beauty of graceful remedy
Selfies of fakeness I see
I see me and hide in sunlit glee
But, gay am I when I’m on a rollercoaster of jiffy catastrophe
Fix me, you’re the tool that is a total fool…
Don’t try to act cool…kool…cool…kool…
Cuz you be cruel, you’re as stubborn as a mule…
Fuel me up with God’s gladdened gratefulness
Simpleness is the answer to unblur the overwhelming thots
To make sense of life as it opens a door of peace and strife
Xtra torture…Oooh…I need His Cure…
Atheists and other religious fellows
Look at me as if I’m their dark yellows – 
The piss they lay eyes on…bathroom breaks…
For God’s Sakes, my guttermind needs a million brakes
Pause the scene…the sex scenes of movies…
Sting me with your smiles that runs on for miles…
Bang me with your guns…
Your coal pupils…random peoples
Walk all over me…like a mat…
Bucket of rocks rock up and down…
You’re the rat and I’m the cat
Snakes of slithering, soaring triumph…
ENOUGH>. UNSUPPORTED CODE .<…fffff-
Flipping out…pout not…
Cut it out…LEAVE me not to rot
Life is short
Death is long
Contort
The scowling moon of Belong
Belong
Belong…
Shine, Belong…
I’m a writer addict…
I inflict…   
Poverty upon me…
Try to see
The sea of hope in me…
In me..
In me.
In me…
In me…. 
Dots of awkward…
We say no word…
Fears and years of it really have weighed me down
But, I will rise like the sunrise…like the sunset, I get upset…I bet you are crying in regret…
Suicide is not the answer, brother and sister…
Reality really rox…you need to think good thoughts…
My movie is Rated R for Recovery
What’s your movie? 
Would you like to see the aftershocks of sex?
Ran out of time…
Doctor, doctor
I’m unsure
If life is kind or unkind
Am I blind or unblind?
Imbarrasst…
Cast me not away, Oh God of my heart
My soul is burning like a microwave…
Me – I need to be brave…
save me from me…save you from you…
Insomnia has haunted me…
Don’t worry, 
You are unforgotten…
In my memory
You are unforgotten…
Don’t worry
You aren’t forgotten…
In my memory
You are my brother of blessings, 
My sister of soaring shine…
Though the love of mine is not mine
Not mine…
Not today…
Tonight, I die in dismay
I live in disarray
I pull my hair and go crazy
Insults of bullet-proof numbness engraves in me endangered frightfulness
But, God, get rid of the distress that has buried me in my misery, radiantless mess


Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2015


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SACRIFICE YOUR TIME

SACRIFICE....it,s giving up somethings valued for the sake of other considerations!...
Most important thing one should sacrifice to achieve what he/she wants in this life is TIME!..
but the problem is that most people are sharing TIME with the so called valuables that is derailing them from success and is expecting an excellent result!!....
In your work place,school,street relationship if you aint sacrificing your time there is no way you are getting to the pinnacle of success or to the level you wanna be!..
Even in your relationship with God,if you aint sacrificing your time,he will always be at a distant!!...you don,t expect a man that sacrificed his time and planted on two acres of land and one that planted on one acre to get same harvest...nor a dedicated student that reads for like six hours daily and the one that reads for just one hour daily to get same result!!....
Give up on those VALUED things that is derailing you for better considerations!!..it can be a lifestyles,relationship,friends etc..
any valuable that is channeling you from the parts of your dream or success,cut it out!!...
maybe painful now,but bet me,it will surly pay off tomorrow!!..
Better be known as a fuckboy or jonzing girl today and be successful tomorrow than be the happening guy/girl today and regret tomorrow!!..
Channel your energy and your time into positive things and the parts of your success!!...
In your workplace,school,relationship,even in the streets sacrifice your TIME!!..
Put in your best as if your life depends on it!!...
Cut off the VALUED negative!!...
Surround your self with the necessary valued things!!
Be the best in what you are doing!!..
And watch success chase you pants down,as grace speaks on your behalf!.


Copyright © Don Bukana | Year Posted 2017


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Soccer Crazy

Soccer was the thing for all young men to play.
And my little love wanted to join desperately in the game.
So he got to be the goalie… to wear that special crown.
He was so excited as he was sent in front of that net.
And we were so very proud of what this honor surely meant.
I told every one he was my son and we couldn’t be prouder of him, than that.
But it didn’t take long for him to feel lost as his friends went running in the game.
So alone, he started kicking at dirt clods and looking for bugs with which to play.
Then he spun in circles and showed off for some girls in every way…
So the girls were sent to help keep his eye on the ball… as best they could.
For he had been paying attention to them, as the first goal went sailing through…
At this point I said oops and boys will be boys… as I smiled, though in doubt…
But it got better as he suddenly started exploring the net, and I heard a shout…
He’d decided to play spider man as he ran and threw himself at the net.
He tried to cling up higher with every jump he brilliantly took.
As I was waving my hands back and forth while trying to tell him to cut it out…
I was getting really frantic, trying to tell him that the ball was coming close…
But he was half way up the net as the next goal came sailing past to score.
Now my head was in my hands for the team kids were looking kinda sore....
For now they had to run their hearts out… to try to win the game and score.
I began to wonder if the team would ever forgive him if they lost?
The coach made two more visits to try to get his attention at any cost…
He really was quite kind as he said in no uncertain terms to leave the net alone…
And so, my son paid attention for another moment or more, you know…
But while everyone was running and scoring at the other end…
I turned to see him hanging upside down, his foot caught in the net, up in the air.
Everyone ran out to save him with me… or was it to save the net?
When we got back to sit down the coach was looking a little strained.
And I was contemplating hiding under the bleachers as the other team scored, again.
At half time, my little goalie seemed happy relegated to the bench with all his friends.
But I was worried he might be… kicked off the team… I was in terror, my friend…
At this point, several turned to assure me every thing would be all right...
After all, last year it had been their kid’s turn for… hanging upside down...


Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2011


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Cut It OUT

I speak
without considering people's feelings--
BITE TONGUE!

I wink
foolishly in attempt to do a wicked plan--
NO LUCK!

I smack
my lips teasingly and annoyingly--
SOW LIPS!

I think
before I prank on my siblings--
DON'T EVEN!

I joke
around until I receive a laugh--
HA-HA...

I cry
out to get attention--
SHUT UP!

I chew
on my food loudly to irritate others--
CLOSE MOUTH!

I snap
my fingers in silliness--
QUIT IT!

I sneak
into my sister's room with a wake-up call--
GET OUT!

I write
in gibberish verses--
ERASE!

I type
my gibberish verses on Poetrysoup--
DELETE!!!!!!

I laugh
because I already posted my poem--
YOU FOOL!

I got
what I deserved--
A WACK!!!

I slam
my fist-shaped hands in sudden anger--
TRY ME!

I glare
at my bossy sister in disapproval--
WHAT BRO?

I close
my mouth so I won't say another word--
GOOD BOY!







 



Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2011


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No more cheese

No more cheese!

By Stanley Russell Harris
Poetry Soup Honorable Mentioned.
(The mad author)

Saw my doctor the other day.
Was a routine appointment I say.
Well was for me as I’m unwell.
Better than saying as sick as hell.

Another tablet I must take.
As my cholesterol number, is far too high.
Then Doctor did ask of me.
‘Do you eat cheese?’  She did you see.

I gulped and managed to squeak, ‘yes.’
Then she said, ‘cut it out.’
That raised my hackles don’t you doubt.
I faced the doctor and then did say.
‘That’s my main food, I eat every day.’

Then,  I explained, ‘I’m sugar and fat free.’
And once specialists said, ‘no strong Greens for me.’
Between all the advice given there.
All I could have was a plate of air.


I was sorry, but begged to say.
‘Please don’t take my cheese away.’
Doctor did say, ‘your cholesterol is high.’
Did not add, ‘if you don’t lower it you will die.’

But it was implied, I do not lie.
So now fat-free cheese, and fat-free margarine.
On crackers, now I eat.
Or I eat brown bread, instead of white starched wheat.

One day I will fade away.
Not from what I eat.
But just because Doctor said,
‘Cheese, you cannot eat.’

I left doctors looking glum.
Her shopping basket was on the floor.
I saw she had two bottles of wine.
And blinking cheeses by the score.

0oo0ooo


Copyright © STANLEY Harris | Year Posted 2016


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I have a blinking broken foot

>I have a blinking broken foot.  
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
&
Poetry soup honourably mentioned.

I have a blinking broken foot.
My left one can you not see.
The picture’s on my Facebook page.
For all of you, to preen!
I did not do it in action.
Nothing brave at all.
I was just getting out of my bed.
Tried to stand, had a dead leg.
It was my left one on that day.
It let me down.  It did I say.
I collapsed onto the floor.
Straightaway I did, I implore.
I called for help.  No one did hear.
My telephone I had not near.
Straightaway the pain did flow.
From my foot to my brain cell, you know.
Somehow I dragged myself back to bed.  
My left foot throbbed right to my head.
A bad sprain I thought you see.
When my wife came and looked at me.
I dosed myself with painkillers true.
And I ice packed it as you ought too.
No good did it really do.
The next day I saw my GP.
My daughter took me in her car you see.
As no way could I drive that day.
Bloods were taken very quick.
We were sent to hospital for an x-ray of it.
Whilst there, a Doctor did phone me.
Said I must go to A&E as my blood result did say.
I was at risk from deep vein thrombosis today.
So daughter took me there, I said to A&E straightaway.
And in three hours, they did say, we are admitting you today.
X-rays were done straightaway it was no sprain I have to say.
Just a broken bone today, so overnight I did stay.
Daughter left went on her way I missed the meal too late they said.
But they found some bread and cheese, which I ate.
Forgetting my GP said cut it out.
My foot was placed in plaster.
Then nil by mouth appeared above my bed.
In case I needed an operation they said.
But the next day, the specialist examined me.
After breakfast time you see. 
Which I missed as nil could enter me.
Another plaster cast today and x-ray.
Then I could be home on my way.
Formalities took all day.
But daughter was there to help I say.
Although I am now home in pain.
I’m back, at hospital tomorrow again.
And if everything seems okay!
When they do the next x-ray!  
Home, I will come with the pain too.
And five more weeks will have to do.
Then with luck the cast will be taken away.
And I shall be taught to walk again they say.
I have to inject myself in the tummy.
Which I do not think is very funny.
But I have to keep my blood thin and running.
So no deep vein thrombosis!
Can kill me, which is not funny.
And that’s all I have to say.
About my broken leg today.

Pains not gone as it do when I write about it<




Copyright © STANLEY Harris | Year Posted 2016


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Inception: Trade Me Prosperity - Collab with Mikey part 4

Blossoming 
Effulgent sun proffers love 
Clambering… 
My brain makes me wonder if you remember the times shared
Back to the blessed times, I recall that you would listened, be worried about me, and, at the time, you cared
We’re running out of time again…
And I’m still searching for you – where have you gone?
Let our journeys of love begin – let’s welcome the sun…
Let the fire of desire burn on…I want to see you shine on…
Let this be our delightful dawn…
Now, I’m wondering where you have been…
I want to belong in your arms…
I don’t want to be deceived by evil charms
It alarms me to see you depart like the clouds during the gloomy morning
I catch a glimpse of you all of the sudden, mourning bitterly... Why are you forlorning?
Ascending
Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds
Your river of deceit leaks out… now, I can clearly see
Your true colors…you resurrected radiance in the eyes of millions…and you allowed me to escalate with ecstatic eagerness and enjoyment, much like a satisfied, well-watered tree…nurtured by sunlit glee 
I never thought that this all could be
You push me to become like all felons
Possibly, doubt slipped into my mind and traded me with prosperity in the hands of tragedy
Nothing can harm us...We're on the same bus…my misery and yours, together, weigh a trillion tons
You killed my trust and hope…and fed your twisted honesty
Our bittersweet chorus of lies and miseries sings its tune of tainted lullabies
Move on once again we must…or we’ll be targeted by calamity 
I know you hear me, but you ignored my silent cries…oh darling, how the time flies…
Oh please, darling angel, fix me, for I am a wrecked-up bicycle – never wave your 
Misery-laced goodbyes…cut it out before it devours us with utter distress!
For you, I am now saddened and try to untie myself from this mess…
As my love and hope for you slowly but surely dies,
Sift out the vile lies and don’t ask your whys
I still hear your wistful cries
You relied on the Lord of the Flies
And you engrossed him…now, he draws near to you because you enchanted him with your miraculous powers…I was spell-bound and gravity-bound in the chambers of alienation while you were showing off your capacities…I thought it cool until I saw your wicked ways…I was never wise, but a young fool! 
You say it’s a natural gift that’s used as a priceless, grand tool…but, now I know that YOU are so cruel 
Your wrongful sins – your mind can’t wrap itself around it…it still denies
As my racing thoughts keeps asking those ridiculous whys
I tried my hardest to protect you from your own mistakes…leave the past behind you
Don't let me go; please...I know our time is almost up
Don't cut me off...don't rage wars in your mind...suicidal fatality stuffed your mind with plastic relief...
It will bring grief upon us...so, don't say those words...
Tell me one thing before you go away forever leaving me in grief
I'm hanging on the branches...tomorrow is way too far away...let's embrace our young spirits
Like dying angels we fly away apart like birds
YOU shattered me with thoughtless words...the beat of your heart...is thumping so absurd...releasing herds (of distress and stress and pushing me back in my emotional mess)
You once were my heart’s dearest tune; now, my heart has turned into a prune
You're so far...yesterday's tomorrow shines on like a star...
I was the shining sun and you the beaming moon; soon, I will unwrap my fresh, majestic wings and soar straight out of my cocoon 
Furtively
The moon unravels wonders
Glimmering  
Dream on, wherever you are – I’m the dusk and you’re the dawn…where are you now? Have you driven to another lane, super fast car?
You once owned my mind and heart…I was smitten by your blessed breeze
Nightmares will fade and something else will allow us to be at ease 
He will, with a heart of love, heal your scar…that’s in the core of your heart…
You pushed me way too far – I tried to twinkle bright like your midnight star, but I broke apart
Right now, let's do what we should've started long ago
Give me a scar that I can show
We got right now...we're running out of time...go with the flow...of the blessed breeze...and be marinated in the sun's glow
To remind me to save myself from what I thought was bliss before we both must go
There's no use of crying nor is there any excuses for lying
In the back of my mind, I knew this day would come upon me – I was scared (out of my wits)
Now, I stand here like I always do, but my soul you have scarred (I was so unprepared…we were breaking bit by bit and we threw our childish fits)
Like nothing ever happened to me or you, 
You moved on and on with your life without ever thinking of me
I loathe the thought of you forgetting about me out of the blue
I’ve emphasized about what you’ve been through…why do you have to be so cruel?
You used me as an inadequate, worthless tool and you stepped all over me like a mat...my love fuel
That I’ve kindled just for you…burnt out due to discouragement and insecurity…
You will always be unforgotten in my memory…
It makes me upset to think about you leaving me broken…
I already know that you hardly ever think highly of me
No wonder you left me broken in streets of L.A. – I’m rotting like an ancient tree 
You left me to wither and grow rancid like a long forgotten tree with burden leaves, hanging on my limb-like branches that grow ecstatically for eternity
Withering away…like the day, bowing down to the night…I’m decaying ever more inside and outside
I have been corrupted and changed by you tears you have shed – I’ve been by your side; why are you so depressed? Why can’t I mend your shattered pride?


Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2014


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Definition Overload

Turn up the radio
jump start the chemicals
What did they say?

Well, you're not an animal
a definition of zero
Attacked by the genes
of a century of shame

Don't make me say it twice!

You're a believer
a pretty little deceiver
the aftermath of purgatory
when the story ends
you'll say it again
say it again!

Don't you tell me

This isn't what you wanted
so I guess you should have
cut it out!

Information overload
all the children screaming “go”!
Go!
All the one's you thought wouldn't know
Go!
Everything you belittled
Go!
Lover's just a title
Go!
Go!
Go!

Well you're not an animal
a definition of zero
attacked by your own reservoir 
of shame

Go!

Pretty little deceiver
When were you a believer
In the countenance 
that you sold?

Go!
All the children screamin'!
Go!
All the lovers cryin'!
Go!
Little deceiver
Go!
Definition overload!


Copyright © Sarah Rosendahl | Year Posted 2011


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Poor wealth

My smoking has spread cancer
All over me now
Still my strength's the answer
I'm not shutting down
Growing larger everyday
The rumour of my tumour
They need to cut it out
But I'm still in a good humour
Living each day
One at a time
You want to see me dead?
Well I guess I don't mind
Not blind to the detriment of my health
First you must be poor to appreciate wealth


Copyright © Jamie Spence | Year Posted 2015


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The Twenty Third Precinct

The place, the Twenty Third Precinct, Brooklyn, Vice. Detective Rodney Townsend,
The time, four thirty a.m. Report of incident, death of one John Doe. Ally on the
fourteen hundred block, Forth street. The deceased IE; perp is a white male,
approximately thirty five years old with lots of tattoos, some of them are kind of
indistinguishable. Hair, black, Mustache, black...Lots of rings.

The victim, person attacked, Maria Wiegold, tagged for prostitution seventeen
times in the past five years, was apparently in the process of being beaten and
strangled in said ally. She said the perp had a knife, the Homicide boys said
it was a flensing knife, I had to look that up. Flensing knife, I'll have to remember 
that. The perp was struck down before he could kill her. Is this the Ripper?

I think we got us a live one here, in a manner of speaking. Maybe the killings
will stop now, by the Grace of God! " Yo, Brick"! " What do ya want Mikey, I'm kinda
busy here. " I done some checking with the ME, and your ice berg aint the Rip" He's
the broads Pimp, name's Gino Rondo" " arm long rap sheet, attempted murder 
more assaults than I can count" " Your lucky you can count to ten Mikey, and 
that's with your shoes off" "Awe Brick, cut it out, will ya"!

" Cheese Whiz, Mikey, I thought we had this one in the bag" " You always was a
hard luck story Brick" Yeah, yeah, I'm goin down to the Morgue, check on our 
stiff. " William thirty Baker, central, show me 10-9 at central morgue, I'll be on
portable if you need me" " Central, William thirty Baker, will do Brick". Yeah....

" Hullo Doc"! " Hello Brick"! " I'm here for the skinny on my stiff" " You mean MY 
stiff, don't you"? " Well....the Skinny as you call it, is, One cut, powerful, downward
thrust, begins at the breastbone and ends at the groin" " Very precise, almost surgical,
except"! " Except what Doc?"  " I don't know any surgeons that 
use a sword to cut into people" " You sure Doc?" " Quite sure Brick, I've seen 
something like this before, in Japan...If I miss my guess, this was done with
a Japanese Katana". 


                                 Samurai !!!


Copyright © Richard Pickett | Year Posted 2010


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You Just Noticed That You Got Caught

I move around...town...
Rollin' 'round like a ball...mind-blown...
High School has just begun
Before the arrival of the dawn
Cemented to the sand of the beach...
Your voice on the phone - I beseech
The path of wrath...
Is where I tread...
and ended up dead
and ended up dead
Might as well...tread on God's narrow path
Brainwaaaaashed....
Branewoshed...

In tune with gloom...gloom...
Doom doom da-boom boom boom
In tune with gloom...gloom...
Doom doom da-boom boom boom
In tune with gloom...gloom...
Doom doom da-boom boom boom
You just noticed...
I was all alone without you, looking my way
You just noticed...
You made my day that day...oh well, it was only one day
It was only one day...

I move around...town...
Rollin' 'round like a ball...mind-blown...
High School has just begun
Before the arrival of the dawn
Cemented to the sand of the beach...
Your voice on the phone - I beseech
The path of wrath...
Is where I tread...
and ended up dead
and ended up dead
Might as well...tread on God's narrow path
Brainwaaaaashed....
Branewoshed...

In tune with gloom...gloom...
Doom doom da-boom boom boom
In tune with gloom...gloom...
Doom doom da-boom boom boom
In tune with gloom...gloom...
Doom doom da-boom boom boom
You just noticed...
I was all alone without you, looking my way
You just noticed...
You made my day that day...oh well, it was only one day
It was only one day...

Show me how to groove...
Show me how to move...
Show me how to groove...
Body-quake to the ryhthm of my heart
Pound to the - 
Pound to the -
Pound to the rhythm of my heart
Before you broke it apart
My young heart...my young heart...my young heart...
Is broken apart. Heh.
From the start. Heh.

In tune with gloom...gloom...
Doom doom da-boom boom boom
In tune with gloom...gloom...
Doom doom da-boom boom boom
In tune with gloom...gloom...
Doom doom da-boom boom boom
You just noticed...
I was all alone without you, looking my way
You just noticed...
You made my day that day...oh well, it was only one day
It was only one day...

Ooooh...oooh...yeah...
Oooooh...oooooh yeah...
But, you're not my kind
You're not my kind
You're not my kind
I'll find someone else...
I'll find someone else...
I'm sure I'll endure...
Through this hardship, I'm sure
I'll be okay...
I'll be alright, okay?
I'll be okay...
I'll be alright, okay?
I'll be okay...
I'll be alright, okay?

In tune with gloom...gloom...
Doom doom da-boom boom boom
In tune with gloom...gloom...
Doom doom da-boom boom boom
In tune with gloom...gloom...
Doom doom da-boom boom boom
You just noticed...
I was all alone without you, looking my way
You just noticed...
You made my day that day...oh well, it was only one day
It was only one day...

The sorrow of yesterday's tomorrow - 
Something I would never, ever borrow
If I were you...
But, we all get it 
Out of the blue...
You'll be the one throwing that 3 year old fit
You just noticed that you got caught
You just noticed that you got caught
Cut it out without a flippin' doubt
I want you out of my life for once...for once...
Cut it out with your childish fits of plenty...
Now, let's have a party full of confetti...
That was sarcasm, rolling down my tongue...
You know what you smell like? 
The back of my shoe that equals dung...
I hope you push that button of dislike
Because I'm over you
Because I'm over you
Brokenhearted...
Cuz you don't know exactly what I've been through


Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2015


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flint

Flint 
Within its brilliance gleaming
Cool black in lacquered polished silver chrome
Cranked up pistons bleached in summer’s heat
Hot steam rising as gears thundering
Beyond the crystal liquid city lights
Highways built across the land
In hearts felt pride American dreams made real
Within its prime
Men in factories perfect their craft
Spit shined bright colored
Red white and blue
Wing tipped Chevy’s roll off
In the thousands
Sleek stream lined stamped
Made in the USA
Glistening in its iron steel
Pushed to the edge of the sea
Across the world they roamed
Hot off the presses
Home grown trade
Costumed culture of its day
Motown rhythm’s rock and roll
Hot rods slow driven mags
skid marked dragsters screech down
tar tracks left beyond the deserts
of the unreal made real within its memories
On the waterfronts crooners propagate
music of the soul through the
dark lit shadows within
the wisdom of the streets
to the people left stranded
beyond the hopes of change
Withered hands that work no more
glazed over eyes stare down as
Plumes of smog roll by their
post industrialized worlds
lightness lost to those without a trace
escaped by those that fled its coming end
the void of history left in its wake
despair in visions of what’s to come
Chemical wastelands left aside
Its rivers still run but filled with sludge
From the faucets to those so young
Language fails to fill the silence
Within its rage
no words left to describe
so divorced from reason
we turn our backs to
those who are our own
Alienated distractions
Signs of our times
Unwilling to wake
from our dreaming sleep
afraid of a truth
and responsibility it congers
we escape in denial of
our own despair
Back to the river we go
Carcinogens within its midst
Red rusted exposed in bending steel
To the river’s edge where mouths
Are quenched again
Waters dry as summer’s day
Turn to dust upon their
wanted lips
Corrupted cities that dwell in lies
Flint Michigan
Where they give pristine water
To corporations for free
To sell for profit fees
And toxic water for the people
This is how their money is made
Barren waste the waters run
Syphilis sewer stench while
Cities thirst
Neglected voices how will they rise
 their brains are all but dead
Opiated by the poppies
Made them sleep
Turn on your faucets now
Brown rusted lead filled
Dry throats thirst
And told its fine
Back room deals
Behind closed doors
Decisions made
A race to the bottom within the
Bottom line
Reap the profits from our blood
That’s squeezed from every stone
Back to the river we go
Waters diverted in the dark night of day
Without people knowing
What’s the price they pay
Vended contracted monopolies
Sell the bottles while people are poisoned
And are taxed just the same
Flint is an analogy of who we are today
A smoldering kindle where flames are born
To rise again some day
There is now no escape
Nowhere to run
We must face and decide
Just the same 
From its surplus to its debts
From production to its destruction
The wars come home at last
Lost within the flux of time
Its own abstractions hollowed
within the sun that shines no more
the stainless steel gears glisten
Recoil now in bending grace
steel dusted rust in cogs of wheels
stop to a screeching halt
Dreams of past animate
a thousand automations coming
behind in the barrenness of its bleakness
grey lots grey beyond its greyness
blank faceless faces distilled from city lights
back to the river we go
putrid scents rise oozing from
Deserted fields
the Flint River comes pouring through
Its city walls to all that’s living there
Senate stalling’s congressional delays
Blind indifference to their constituents
Cloak themselves within
The vulgar stench of city halls
Within mathematic calmness
Of controlled calculations
Representatives of the people so they say
Parasite’s for their own special interests
Rape what’s left to fill their pockets
Within the framing games they play
Hidden crimes of inhumanity
Charismatic smiles within their
Smirking grins
Criminal thugs in pin stripe suits
Behind the legitimacy of state authority
Leaders of our dying land
Reap their benefits from greasy palms
When exposed their fingers pointing
To all but where the cause is faulted
Back to the river we must go
Tenement houses cramped till bursting
Faceless children widowed moms
Toxic water from their faucets
Rancid refuge from their cities
That tumble like dominoes
Of falling sticks 
upon our deafening ears
Back to the river we must go
Within the garbage of destruction
Twisted terror within twisted words
Bureaucratic mobsters behind the bench
And those who run their state
Through corridors of labyrinths
Deceptive orchestrations of their own
Orwellian language
That comes alive again
Drumming drumbeats submerged beneath our eyes
Indifferent to their crimes
Stagnated lessons above their laws
Boardrooms filled with worms
Which bleed the wire bare
In uncertain certainty of our times
Perched beyond the common lines
Of bitter lands and their scents
Or from the consequences of their demise
Images fade the eagle becomes the vulture
Talloned claws reach across the skies
Ravaged dripping
in blood of earth and man
privatized justice that has its price
Quid pro quo is its prize
decomposition within its construction
when masks come off at last
witness of our times 
reset the kindles of its flames
the light restored
within the anger forged
we find the roots that’s been scorched
to find the cancer of its rot
to cut it out and make it whole
to what is there to see
decaying order of the day
from the factories of our past
back to the river we shall go
abandoned dogs in the call of their wild
howl in distant pastures
waste still spills at the river’s edge
drain pipe sludge in purple hues
fish lie belly up on their sides
oiled sanded shores amidst
the blackened stones
winged migrations pass it by
and children fish no more
the sun still rises there
crimson skies that leave unnamed voices find their voice
amidst the nameless names
in silences hiding within their risings
darkened rooms are lit again
descent from memories within
when delusions abandoned shadows awaken
initiation within these spaces now written
unwritten objectives toward
life’s creations are born again once more 



Copyright © Ronald Tirino | Year Posted 2016


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NO Kidding

I was not kidding when I told you that I loved you for so long
I was not kidding when I told you that I cared for you
So annoying – love songs stick to my brain like glue on paper
So annoying – hate songs lick at my feet like a dog on a leash…what’s worse is that you looked in my direction…you are a banger and a hater and a prostitute that goes to parties everyday
You made my day…with a sarcastic tone with it
I’m done dealing with you and your friend’s ****
I was not kidding…
You better stop bullying me…
I’m NOT kidding…
You better cease from killing me…
With your words so dark
Taking responsibility as if God told me to build an ark
Like Noah and his animals, rocking the boat
Rumor has it that you are as fat as a feathery coat
Time unwinds 
Close the blinds
I want you to hide
Let peace abide
In my heart, oh Lord…
You struck a chord 
In me…in me…out of me…out of me…
I’m so inward, not outward
I’m, well, frankly awkward
No where to flee
Confused – let me be
Free me why don’t you?
Keep talking without a single clue
That I hate you…and then I love you…
It makes no sense whatsoever
I’ll dismiss it like whatever 
At least I have fans that like my work of art
Because these words are straight from my heart
The hue of gray smothers me 
Hovers around thee
And, wow, how you move
Just show me how to groove
I wanna be like you, sister
I’m not a good enough writer…as bothersome as a blister
No kidding…I want to be better than me
But, how…when I am what I am and that’s the answer I SEEK possibly
I hang on
After the break of dawn
I don’t care
I don’t care
I don’t care
If the pain of peer pressure comes to haunt me
Taunt me…
Bully me…
Doors will open
Doors will close
I already know the rules at school
But, hell, do I love it so much – the golden rule:
Respect others and yourself
Cut it out
Cut it out
And hang it on my wall
On my wall
On my wall
I’m angry 
No longer sucking on the positivity 
Because negativity is my last name
I’m still made as a human being so lame
Yet, no one in this world will ever know
Just how much pain I’ve gone through, you know?
I talk, I think, I feel, I taste…
Drool drips from my mouth like toothpaste
I never wanted to face reality ever…ever…
Control me from hurting me…
Because I know damn well no one cares
End me.
End me.
Begin me…
Begin me.
Run me over
You dazzling clover
Because I obviously don’t give a damn
If I act like Dr. Seuss’s characters in Sam I Am
Or whatever it’s called
The point is…
I’m pissed off…rawr…I’m in awe
Surprised…to welcome bliss
In my life
In my life
In…my…difficult, yet easy life
The pain won’t go away
Not today…not today
NO ONE CARES IF I GET INJURED BY I
Because I see the eye of Horus everywhere I go, Said I…I don’t want to die.
No kidding, I feel hopeless, yet so filled with hope
I feel joyless, yet felt on by joy
Bemused…abused…
Shut up…that’s what’s up
I’m not kidding
I walk away…I laugh and it’s unremitting


Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2014


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Dear Mom

So,
There's something i have to say...
Even though...
I know you wont listen...
Iv'e seen you get drunk and feel so high,
Iv'e seen you angry and all so,
'Merry'
Your alcohol is all you can see...
Can't you see...
That your smothering me?
Once i find comfort in the arm's of a friend...
You always come along and then...
You pretend...
Then when you leave,
I'm all alone...
Yet again.
I break down and cry,
Wishing you'd cut it out...
If only you could hear the sobbing i do...
If only you could see the pain i'm going threw.
I can't look at you anymore!!!
My mind and heart have had enough
My body is stressing...
So now it's my turn.
Maybe now...
You'll see...
What iv'e grown to be.
Hear the agonizing screams of my painful mind...
See you weren't only hurting yourself.
When you gave in...
You were also hurting me!!!!!!!!!


Copyright © shantae Ortega | Year Posted 2013


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unique in that


Refrain: But who the hell cares ?
            I'm not unique in that.

Been feeling a little reflective
my past has not been kind
had a hard life
but who the hell cares ?
I'm not unique in that.

Suddenly there's new perspective
have I lost my mind ?
I must be looking for strife
but who the hell cares ?
I'm not unique in that.

Family thinks I'm defective
that puts me in a bind
so I lost my partner-goodbye wife
but who the hell cares ?
I'm not unique in that.

Have received the odd invective
but this is what I find
(mentally) cut-it-out with a knife
but who the hell cares ?
I'm not unique in that.

My heart contains a black diamond:
and I am
unique in that.


Elizabeth alexander                          20/12/2015.


Copyright © elizabeth alexander | Year Posted 2016


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Useful Tool, i mean foooool -section 4-

You dragged me down to your level with your heartless judgment...love didn't arrive at my doorstep
You are the predator and I’m the victim
You are the executioner and I’m the man, tied up to the chair
GET A GRIP....
SIP...satisfy your taste buds with happiness....and dip dip dip
Into the river
R I V E R
Disappear, fear that clothes me
Reappear, fearlessness that suffocates thee
Your river of deceit leaks out… now, I can clearly see
Your true colors…you resurrected radiance in the eyes of millions…and you allowed me to escalate with ecstatic eagerness and enjoyment, much like a satisfied, well-watered tree…nurtured by sunlit glee 


I never thought that this all could be
You push me to become like all felons
Possibly, doubt slipped into my mind and traded me with prosperity in the hands of tragedy
Nothing can harm us...
We're on the same bus
You killed my trust and hope…and fed your twisted honesty
Our bittersweet chorus of lies and miseries sings its tune of tainted lullabies
Move on once again we must…or we’ll be targeted by calamity 
I know you hear me, but you ignored my silent cries…oh darling, how the time flies…
Oh please, darling angel, fix me, for I am a wrecked-up bicycle – never wave your 
Misery-laced goodbyes…cut it out before it devours us with utter distress!
For you, I am now saddened and try to untie myself from this mess…
As my love and hope for you slowly but surely dies,
Sift out the vile lies and don’t ask your why’s
I still hear your wistful cries
You relied on the Lord of the Flies
And you engrossed him…now, he draws near to you because you enchanted him with your miraculous powers…I was spell-bound and gravity-bound in the chambers of alienation while you were showing off your capacities…I thought it cool! 
You say it’s a natural gift that’s used as a priceless, grand tool…but, I take you as a fool!


Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2014


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Twenty Haiku

Now she sits down, head
hung low as my soul,
picking at the grass

Her head’s on the desk
counting out the syllables
just like me

When the moment calls
ah, what use are syllables
let’s break the cycle

Five seven five five
five seven five seven five
five seven five five

Tick tock, going round
and round and round and round and
round and round and round

As eons crawl by
the moments repeat themselves
only for those who listen

Facsimile smiles
she told me this yesterday
and I know the secret

“Cut it out guys, it’s
serious as a heart attack”
that was good timing

A hole on the knee
a hole in her jeans
a hole in my soul, oh yeah

Counting out the words
what utter futility
what else in our lives?

Eight bars of light sit
on the ceiling, letting us
see what we are doing

Impeach Bush and Cheney
afterdowningstreet.org
says the orange bracelet

until they all come home, I
will wear this yellow bracelet
to show my solidarity

Hair stands on my hand,
blown by the breeze
of the air-conditioner

A silver cross is hung
from the fire alarm
blown as well on the breeze

Under the sun, we
play out our peaceful lives
never stopping to think

Dammit, go away
sit down, because you
are the freak

“Nice guys finish last”
stop talking to my lady
well, not really my lady

This feeling,
I must deal with it
Alone

Dangerous, dangerous lady!
Don’t you know you’re heading down
the road to heartbreak?


Copyright © Jesse Jones | Year Posted 2007


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Instrumental fight

“Hey, Guitar, you’re such a prima donna, 
Always out the front of the stage,
Thinking you’re the biggest in the band, 
With some drugged, delusional rage.”

“What’s that Drums? I can’t hear what you say, 
Walk up here and tell me your woe.
Just walk over here, like other instruments do, 
Anytime, during the show.”

“Yeah, whatever, I’m too important to move, 
I’m better than a little fretted thing,
I am the beat, the tempo, leading the entire band, 
And I own what the singer can sing.”

“You two, cut it out, neither of you are the real big thing,
You aren’t what the crowd wants to see,
We all know they come to hear my blues,
Hear me, the harmonica, play blues in key”.




Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2017


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Cut It Out Of Me.

contemplation,
do i blow my brains out now?
or do i sit here and count all of my blessings?
i want to scream.
let me just cut my skin off.
pealing it away layer by layer
let me count all of the insults that got beneath it.
all of the hurt, pain, sadness...
let it flow from me with the blood.
watch it drain as i lay there smiling.
is this the end?
or a peaceful beginning to a life i never knew?
years of a tortured soul pouring out,
you'd think it was an exorcism.
can all of this pain really hide in one soul?
how could it coexist with a child,
just a mere child of god?
it didn't and it never would...
not peacefully that is.
it tore at her insides,
pulling her deeper into this god damned
contemplation.


Copyright © Erin Paule | Year Posted 2010


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Christmas

Dear Santa,

Christmas is coming, the goose is already getting fat
Yes, I've already put a penny in the old mans hat.
I hear the sleigh bells ringing gee I hope they do last
I've been better this year,much more.. than Christmas past.
Last year I got a dollie that did nothinig but simply walk
But, I hear you have one -that eats, poops, and even talks.
My grades were good Santa B's, C's and even one D....
Wait!  That was the day that someone was picking on me!
Talk about bad, see that was my neighbors son Johnny
Got a minute Santa? Let me tell you, this is really funny!
He put a bunch of gum in his sisters cats long hair-
They cut it out..now it' an alien from way up there!
While playing he closed their screen thought I wouldn't see
But, I went the other way..was his mom instead of me.
He lit firecrackers..to scare Ms. Jones our new teacher
Mom said "he was possessed" called in his preacher!
Anyway Santa thought I would help you to see
Some have been bad this year But, it wasn't me.
Now that I've filled you in and given you the scoop..
Please don't forget my doll the one that will eat and poop.
Thank you



Copyright © Valerie Sherman | Year Posted 2011


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Arrigo

Arrigo Arrigo of the rusty knife , Got bad headaches , saw things, strife, Asked a mystic man could he , Tell Arrigo what was to be, Arrigo just asked why? Dr Fritz spirit would occupy, Do some doctoring, bye n bye, Arrigo in trance would be, Dr. Fritz would set cancer free, And you didn’t die. Dr. Fritz died in World War One, to Brazil, he chose to come, Saw untimely death, was there, came the spirit helper, rare, Rip the cancer from your body, Cut it out, and painless there, Bloodless almost operation, Healing quick, no infection, yeah, Arrigo operated daily without rest, And if he took time away, Headaches visions, they returned, Back to work the only way, All this happened in the fifties, Arrigo saw the black crucifix Knew the lord would take him swiftly, Car accident, left us crossed the styx, Brazil has mourned the loss. Don Johnson


Copyright © DON JOHNSON | Year Posted 2011


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Social change

My beliefs and values constantly change,
they are not stagnate, and will never remain the same.
why this is so, I may have a couple ideas,
a shift social change I guess is the biggest one to fear.

Gone are the old ways, once were warrior styles on,
you can't beat the shyt out of everyone, when things go wrong,
people are actually watching now, what each other do,
all ready with there phones, to ring the cops on you.

This has evolved over years, people are forced to change,
no longer are they allowed to hide there shames,
you see it on the television, displayed everyday,
remnants of those, who want things to stay the same.

Through there humiliations the lessons are taught,
you act a certain way, you will be caught,
as more and more laws are passed, to correct peoples ways,
upset are the peoples, restricted by law that will not sway.

Some of society is slow I guess, it's taking a while to catch on,
social conscious is here now, it will never be gone.
you hear a mighty uproar when people get singled out,
trying to bet the system, cut it out.

Social change is a good thing, I wish I had it in my time,
but it conflicts with my beliefs and values, always conflicting with my mind,
I push myself to adapt, re programming all I can,
being able to change I think, makes me more of a man.

Social change has never been the enemy, the enemy lies within,
all it's ever really done, is point out peoples sins,
unlike some people, who think they know it all,
social change has a better vision, for a bigger brighter world.


M.Mahauariki © 2012


Copyright © Murray Mahauariki | Year Posted 2012


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Pretend You're With Me - Becoming Undone

(Spoken) Are you having a bae day?
Are you having it your way?
You don't show any consideration towards me, going astray
I'm going to phade away into the night, since you aren't my sun-shining day
Dismay is what you make me feel
You think everything's not a big deal
But you'll feel my rain of pain someday
You'll be on track on my torture train one way or another 
The sky is the color of blue and gray 
My past, present and future isn't a mighty blur, getting over the love flu and becoming mature 
Lord, be my cure to this disease of worry please...
Ease my mind from the twists and turns of everyday life...hear my prayer and pleas

Verse 1: In my wildest dreams,
I cuddle with you close
Breaking by the seams
It hits me that everything goes
Something in the way you move makes me inspired 
Stay away from the ugliness in my soul, the beauty expired
No longer desired...
So tired and wired differently...no longer admired
Phading out of your vision
You and I are running out of the time 
I plead on my knees, don't take me away till my job is done 
I'm only human, committing a selfish crime...this time, a valueless dime

Pre-chorus: Before me, I see blemishes of the blues
Come back, I want to place my feet in your shoes 
Scarred for life
Wishing for a better tomorrow
Living with strife
Sipping in childhood sorrow

Chorus: Entertain me, pretend you're with me 
I'm over you, pretend you're without me
Brain going insane, bad luck on my tongue 
My eyes are enlightened, my door bell rung 
Don't be ashamed of being who you are
Everyone will know you as a champion in heart
You're the best thing that has happened to me, my shining star
Allow me to push away the sinister death cart 

Verse 2: Those three sweet words ring like a doorbell 
Becoming undone, becoming undone but oh well
It's you and I, torn apart
So say goodbye...take heart...I gave you my heart but in return you tore it apart from the start 
You're the iceberg that broke me in pieces
You're the urge that I loathe with all my heart
You're the dream, dressed as a nightmare 
You're the shattered self esteem when I look in the mirror...
I crash down on the floor
Knives in your eyes pierce my own
Is there any hope in store?
I tried calling you, but you ignored my call...answer your phone 

Pre-chorus: Before me, I see blemishes of the blues
Come back, I want to place my feet in your shoes 
Scarred for life
Wishing for a better tomorrow
Living with strife
Sipping in childhood sorrow

Chorus: Entertain me, pretend you're with me 
I'm over you, pretend you're without me
Brain going insane, bad luck on my tongue 
My eyes are enlightened, my door bell rung 
Don't be ashamed of being who you are
Everyone will know you as a champion in heart
You're the best thing that has happened to me, my shining star
Allow me to push away the sinister death cart 

Verse 3: Cut it out...stop pouting like a child, recovering from a sugar high 
It ain't cute...the way you're acting is threatening me
Feeling like I'm cornered...I don't know why I fell for your lie
I'm in vain...the day of our lives was a yesterday's fantasy 
My solitude's solace is my haven 
I'm the heavenly dove and you, the hellish raven 
Give me a moment to breathe in and out 
You hurt my feelings...you know what I'm talking about
I had enough of you, playing the victim 
You were all I ever loved, my unique whim 
I lost all self-control and patience, 
Starting a fight, showing no mercy or innocence 
Pray for deliverance...
While I seek repentance
I will remain in your remembrance 
Fenced in by your ungratefulness...show some reverence and considerance 

Pre-chorus: Before me, I see blemishes of the blues
Come back, I want to place my feet in your shoes  
Scarred for life
Wishing for a better tomorrow
Living with strife
Sipping in childhood sorrow

Chorus: Entertain me, pretend you're with me 
I'm over you, pretend you're without me
Brain going insane, bad luck on my tongue 
My eyes are enlightened, my door bell rung 
Don't be ashamed of being who you are
Everyone will know you as a champion in heart
You're the best thing that has happened to me, my shining star
Allow me to push away the sinister death cart 

Verse 4: We are a different story, written in different time periods
We aren't on the same page...it reduces me to utter rage
I see you, envying the fact that you hang 'round your favorite buds
I wait for the appropriate time to say that I want to engage 
In this love affair,
But you are a game of truth or dare 
I dare you to love me unconditionally 
Pretend to be with me frankly...truly...
Don't scream at me or start a riot with me again,
My one and only everything


Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2015