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Cars, fast and loud.
Racing around the track, exciting the crowd.
Drivers pass each other without any fear, while the fans in the stands
drink their beer.
Pit crews jump over the wall in a flash to change tires and give the
gas tank a splash.
Crew chiefs pray their drivers don't crash because at the end of the
race they could win big cash.
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Athletes, negative comments is all you hear today.
The word is all they care about is the pay.
Role models, there seems to be voids.
Nothing but jocks with attitudes and on steroids
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The Bright Side Of Life
Bright as a sunny day.
“ “ a field of golden hay.
“ “ a friendly smile as it stretches for a mile.
“ “ neon colors.
“ “ springtime flowers.
“ “ a person with a radiant glow.
“ “ freshly fallen snow.
“ “ city lights
“ “ a sky full of colorful kites.
“ “a coin of gold.
“ “ a new life that you hold.
“ “ a glowing bonfire.
“ “ the child that you inspire.
C: STEPHEN FORCIER
12/20/05
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A Dark Day
Dark clouds loom.
Spirits full of gloom
Thoughts turn to doom.
Together for years.
Now, eyes full of tears.
Anger in the voice,
Leaving us with no choice.
Accusations of blame.
Nothing will be the same.
Two hearts bleed,
Today is a dark day indeed.
Stephen Forcier
copyright 10/8/08
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Drowning in the bottom of a glass.
It is how I like my time to pass.
Alcohol is the woman I lust,
being together is a must.
My wife said that I was so lame.
The marital problems, alcohol was to blame.
Because I succumbed to that liquid whore.
She had enough and showed me the door.
Everything was lost,
did not care about the cost.
I was left broken down, living in this gritty part of town.
Today, I sit in this bar, getting pretty drunk so far.
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The Judgement
There you are perched on your throne
Your powers are well known
With your high and mighty attitude
you point your finger in a manner thats rude
I wish to return the gesture in a manner thats
lewd
I am accussed of being a pariah
while you consider yourself a messiah
I know I have not been great
It is said I need a clean slate
In your hands you hold my fate
I ask for a second chance
If given backwards i will not glance
Stephen Forcier
12/04/08
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America
U.S.A. , A great country indeed,
one of selfish greed and extreme need.
Politicians and business leaders say we are full of might,
but others see us in a different light.
America, once a major producer of course,
now all we do is outsource.
We used to look at other countries as if a third world nation.
Today, we must ask, is this our situation?
C: STEPHEN FORCIER-10/03/05
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High is how I feel when I am with you.
Alive is another feeling too.
Perfect is what you are to me.
Peace in myself is what you help see.
You are my soul mate for life.
Stephen Forcier
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Eyes
They say tell alot about a person like awindow to the soul.
You have to look closely to see lifes toll.
There are eyes that are truly sad while others
that are glad.
Then you have the one that are totally mad.
Some are always crying.
Then the ones that are lying.
Don't forget the ones that are Irish and smiling.
There are eyes that are blue as the sky .
Brown as the earth
Green as the sea
But yours will always be the prettiest to me.
Steve Forcier
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The Miserable Man
His head hanging down,
His face wearing a permanent frown.
Some regard him as a pathetic clown.
Life must have fed him a bitter pill,
For he only speaks of ill.
It seems as if he has been dealt a rotten hand,
His face has been kicked full of sand.
Empty is his soul,
His heart has hardened like a chunk of coal.
Stephen Forcier
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