Long Sweetwater Poems

Interview with The Dead Boy -Raymond Mizsak

So Raymond, do you know what happened to you? Why you died?

Yeah, I know what happened to me, man, 
but I don’t remember it happening, 
Cause I was in...

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Hellboy danced with the best of them,
With a record here, though incomplete...
Winning almost all of the time,
What a miraculous feat!


Date Opponent Location Result
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XXxX Hecate L (fatality)
2004 Rasputin W
XXxX osiris club W
XXxX Witch L (fatality)
XXxX Dragon...

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The new 950-ton bridge would beat
down time dashing to classes cheat
ting vulnerability asper thick traffic 
     putting life at risk, 
     thus laudatory alternative
 
     intending to offer Sweetwater 
     to last a lifetime would...

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Yeah, just grab an old rusty shovel, a case of Bud Light and hop in the back of my red
pickup truck, because us country boys are heading down to Sweetwater Creek to hunt for
some rare...

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I asked for strength for the journey
But its in the journey I find the strength
I hear lost souls cry out
These are more than just words that I think
Yeah I'm on the brink of disaster
Lady Luck...

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O' I stand on the rock and it opposed me oh I stand on this Rock in it sustains me oh I stand on this rock with my arms hands held high well I stand...

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Desires fulfilled under amethyst skies


Soothing the sounds of our tempted hearts beating
Satin your skin glistens bright in the sun
Sweetwater lips made for endlessly kissing
Eyes now insist that our day is not done

Silhouettes form on a...

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Years ago, hot summer romance;
Young hearts never had a chance.
Quaint and backwoods southern town;
She never got her wedding gown.

Promised to love 'til endless time;
Sudden brief affair; rapt, sublime.
Picnic lunches, days at fair;
Lived without one single...

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If only I could bring back the days
when I was twenty-one,
and could choose
who I wanted to be with
until eternity,
I would definitely pick a poet.

A poet:

who could make brown leaves
into green,
who could bloom drought dried
flowers,
who could...

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