Music Judgement Poems

RIVERBANK

The river of life flows fast toward the weir
This scene is now reality, not a pantomime
So smile for the ferryman as he draws near

Is that...

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"I follow the Moskva
and down to Gorky Park-
listening to the winds of change" - Scorpions

All the heads of state and their spouses (or significant others)...

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I’m going out on a lark;
That I’m not fraid of the dark;
Though I be on point;
Not living the life in this joint
Suspect

Music moment of the...

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A colourful array of falsehoods
Intricately designed disguises 
Fools, fortunes, phantoms
Masks clinging on their faces
 Lives hidden away by an illusory veils
Veils that cannot be removed
Cannot...

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I, was created
by the dance of nostalgia and stupid pride
I, held captive by eyes
Pinned me down and shaped my style

I suit up and fade out
to...

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Your words and actions
lashing out at everyone
fire~smoke everywhere


Do you love the heat
hell could be your great hot spot
new home made for you...

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I find people as a whole are very judgmental,                ...

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REPORT CARD - FAUCI U. 

 I. Self-Reporting Section
   A. FEELINGS Engendered on a Daily Basis
       ...

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Is liking someone so uncommon
or wanting someone, a new phenomenon?

Are you an April - wreaking the milieu to discourage me?
Is that why you disparage him...

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Quail Run

The birds are quiet in the morning. 
They eat the bugs on the ground, all around. 
They are beautiful. 
They are peaceful... 
They are...

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Houses, are an anchor
Clothes, will wear threadbare
Jewels, they glow for fools
Trinkets, tricks spun in clay
Trophies, ties to the past
Food, tickles the tongue
Humor, flickers then fades
Art,...

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REDEMPTION
One day, when my time was done,
I flew to the place where it was always sun,
And before me lay a fine array
Of palaces and fields...

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It's a wild ride, laughing and screaming at you. 

I feel as if I am in a fun house of emotions 

With psychotic clowns controlling...

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She’s a flower of burned dirt
with pale and bony legs 
- her emaciated thighs 
etched with scars.

She’s been cutting to the music
of an inner, minatory...

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Weapons of mass fury
Locked and loaded 
watching the media Snow 
falling on tombstones

Blinding the world 
fury for the masses 
raise our glasses pour the wine...

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