Long Only the good die young Poems

It’s been 3 long years now since you had to go
But I know you can hear me when I say my love for you is timeless and this I think 
you know
And when the good...

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Dear Dale, so loved were you
that even now, thirty-nine years later,
you live inside the dreams
of your siblings. I suppose this to be true
since I, at least, have had you in my dreams.

Dear Dale, you came...

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When we were young
there was never a song that hadn't been sung.
Living in the free world
all the boys and girls
in our little town
without a sound.

The walls are talking
telling us to be free
you and me.
Up and...

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Broken Back

They use words like
Cold
And 
Crossing
Sighs
To describe something romanticised
 
Obscured verbs
In which to hide
To hide
Romanticised
The suffering
Without a name

It asks you not to worry
A vacant voice
Verbalised
Tears
She cried
Lies

Nomenclature of disheartening
Hope
Borrowed between shadows
Between hearts
Flowers
And chocolates

At peace
At last
Unburdened
Released
Love
Child

Romanticised
To a...

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I look inside my photo album
seeing fading photographs in black and white.
There is one of me riding on a trike.
Oh, there’s another. Gosh, I look a fright.

My front teeth have two spaces
where some new teeth...

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yes indeed life is not fair
why would the end be any different

we lose the people we love most
it breaks our heart and
shatters it in a million pieces
oh what a void it leaves
only the good die...

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It’s said that only the good die young.
So many souls with hearts of gold we’ve lost!
How many heroes now have gone unsung?

They’re taken with no mercy. At what cost?
We cannot know the good they would...

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I need you to prove to me
That I mean something
And that there's more to this life
Than what I'm living

Life is a game
But there's no way to win
I keep trying to fix my mistakes
I need to...

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Every good thing
Comes to an end
Like a bird
With flapping wings
Bound to break and bend
It flies
It flew
It clung
To the life it barely knew
To the good life 
To the Dove’s favorite lie
But the good soon die
Only the...

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people insist on speaking French to me  c’est la vie

smelling salts in a ten gallon vat  that’s not to be sniffed at

the mouse met an elephant so prim  she looked down her...

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Only the good die young
As the saying goes
What is God trying to prove
As the destruction of one small town grows
Month after month another gets taken
Can’t even recover
As our hearts keep breakin’
Four wrecks in four ...

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 He was the mystical poet,
breaking through to the other side.
A young man with pure raw talent,
upon a river deep and wide.


"The Crystal Ship," and "Soul Kitchen,"
"Light My Fire," and Waiting for the Sun."
Songs to...

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