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help mrs. muse is gone and my mind is shooting blanks
my friend called inspiration is trying to walk the plank
motivation just married mr lazy
and confidence started acting really crazy
cousin common sense is on vacation out of town
and aunt intelligence is nowhere to be found
uncle rational is at the casino gambling his life away
and my best friend happiness never wants to stay
my neighbor opportunity doesnt knock on my door anymore
and my girlfriend love is really just a whore
my partner pride is always full of himself
and sister sympathy is busy with someone else
grandpa wisdom is smart enough not to say a word
and grandma compassion is seen but never heard
the only friends that ever come to town
is anger and disgust and they always hang around
my high school sweat heart infatuation doesnt really call
and my childhood friend imagination doesnt exist at all
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if my good name means keeping face with those who are not so good
strip my flesh of my good name and let me be not misunderstood
if my good name means putting on a facade to indulge the higher ups
then lower me below the lowest and empty my deceitful cup
if my good name means being nice to appease your sensibilities
then strip me of my good name and arm me with accountability
if my good name means betrayal to soul, self and spirit
then silence my good name because i don't want to hear it
if my good name means i have to tell myself a lie
then to hell with my good name i'd rather tell the truth and die!!!!!!
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pages to a story like dreams to a night
while consciousness starts to dim unconsciousness remains bright
like words to a book that composes a plots design
thoughts create a vision to which a dream refines
when eyelids act as mirrors and not protective shields
they reflect the visions that lucid dreams reveal
when the mind remains alert, its creativity waves
but during the state of slumber imagination reigns
as logic takes a back seat, while consciousness remains asleep
the mind displays a movie the memory fails to fully keep
but sometimes a vision is more than just a dream
like the patches of the past un-stitched at the seams
suffocating senses with the rush of emotions so fast
like getting in a time machine and travelling to the past
the body remains still at the time speed barrier
as the mind excellerates forward using thoughts as the carrier
the faster forward into the past, the slower the future becomes
as time travel is only possible in the mind away from the universe's hum
the past it jumps to a vision of times unknown
as the heart reveals to the mind how it wants the future to be shown
like molecules of a comet frozen in space halted by the speed of time
thoughts race forward to find the visions there in the future's mind
like a drawing made with a pencil, the mind details the future in shades of gray
but the road that appears before is a path with a colorful display
as the mind races forward the body remains untravelling
with every vision seen the future continues unravelling
the end of this road is close as the vision reveals a clearing
yet the path to a new road begins and the end of this one is nearing
now the grays fill in with colors as the dawn of reality resumes its essence
the role of logic takes control while consciouness unites the present
like the sun brings light to the face of a new dawn
in the mind inspiration for the future has spawned
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The unsung heroes of the open plains
The outlaw bandits like Jesse James
Cut throat thieves and black jack hustlers
Green horn Cowboys and long horn rustlers
They all stood the Cowboys test
A stetsons man a broncos best
Leather chaps and leather vest
A real man's man a cut above the rest
Blazing saddles and blazing guns
Long trail ride and mountain runs
Chuck wagon chilly and camp fire sites
Hot sweaty days and long cold nights
A Cowboy sits on his faithful steed
Quick draw fingers based on speed
Bandanna mask and whiskey flask
A Cowboys job is'nt an easy task
Tabacco chew and cow beef stew
a Cowboys gang and Cowboys crew
They did work from dusk to dawn
round 'em up and brand 'em all day long
Gee!!! and haw!!! right and left
Yee and haw out of breath
Cowboy slang and Cowboy lingo
even Mexican Cowboys that say Gringo
Greetings y'all and howdy stranger
long lost wranglers and lone rangers
Ruff and rugged with no frills
Ask questions later shoot to kill
Yellow belly buckaroos and snake oil peddlers
wanted dead or alive outlaws and frontier settlers
From the California gold rush of 48
to the 13 colonies of this great state
Cowboys lived and Cowboys died!!!!
Cowboys give for Cowboys pride!!!
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have you ever heard the devil whisper in your ear?
the acrimonious voice instilling guilt and fear
a satanic chauvinist who cherry picks your thoughts
as you abdicate morality for something you should not
have you ever felt a choke while you were asleep?
fighting unseen forces that often made you weak
have you ever tried to kill yourself and shove a knife in the belly of your gut?
have you ever heard the murmuring of the crowd whispering "youre nuts"?
have you ever watched the news and seen death and destruction?
realizing human sacrifices still exists relating child abductions
the devil plays his part in the abattoir of the human mind
but within this construct of our reality his powers are undefined
his deception and his manipulative motive is to abscond from the truth
but to clarify his powers is to expose him using proof
he has thwarted love in many ways and conquered the weakest soul
he has recruited wicked men to join his bilious abode
have you ever walked the potters field and felt the presence of those who relinquished the light?
have you ever heard the breath of disembodied spirits feasting in the night?
have you ever seen a ghostly figure like your eyes was glazed with smoke?
have you ever swallowed pride and felt like you would choke?
have you ever wondered why people pull the trigger and slice their loved ones throats?
its the sacrifice to the devil insted of sacrifices goats!
have you ever blamed a creator for the mistakes that you made?
and turned your back on him for every losing game you played
knowing the devil is complicated to understand
because no one knows what its like to be a bad man
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In a time when the oceans drank up the land
and kings ruled the earth by the warriors hands
The souls of millions embellished the battle
Minions in armor mounted and saddled
Death came swiftly with the swing of the blade
Children forged in blood the way real men were made
Weakness and fear were trampled into the ground
and the clashing of steel overtook the battle cry sounds
but as time goes on needless to say
the warrior is no longer needed today
I see only cowards being portrayed
Vessels without honor where emptiness strays
The definition of man has changed completely indeed
but the warrior remains the last of my breed
The warrior remains........... remains in me
I am the warrior
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They say "money makes the world go round" I really don't understand
I thought it was a magnetic field not something made by man
They say "don't count your chickens before they begin to hatch"
but what if my eggs came........... from a totally different batch?
They say "what goes around comes around" I'm just a little bit confused
How can I use the same fire cracker when I already lit the fuse?
They say "what goes up must come down" but what if its in outer-space??
Does Newton's law of gravity come back and smack us in the face??
They say "a way to a man's heart is through his stomach"
This seems like a very hard task, and isn't it true to reach the stomach
the heart at first you must pass???
They say "beauty is only skin deep" what does that really mean?
Is it because we bathe with soap that our pores are really clean?
All these quotes and cliches and the all around play on words
got me all confused I think its just absurd
But I can't blame anyone I can only blame myself
I should of picked up the thesaurus thats been sitting on my shelf
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the water pounds on the asphalt like a drummer to a drum
and the wind blows in a mobius pitch whistling tunes through its hum
the tin can joins in the whimsical that we lovingly call rain
and the rooftop offers dancing lessons like the taps on the window pane
the trees shake like maracas when the wind starts to sway
and the tires of a car plays symbols as it drives the other way
thunder cues the lighting flash as it rolls across the sky
but if i could hear one last song i would listen to the rain before i die
the soothing peace, that inner sense that is brought on by the rain
releases tension and calms my spirit and helps to keep me sane
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writing a poem isnt that hard
just write what you feel straight from your heart
all you have to do is sit back and think for a minute
dig around inspiration and grab whats in it
remember the thoughts that swim in your head
and intricately weave them on paper like thread
and with each thought that you write down
remember that feeling is key when emotion is bound
the flow from a poem is like the flow from your heart
conveying emotions and thoughts like a painting in art
if it wills you to do so use instinct instead
let your senses be your guide for the thoughts in your head
you can even reach deeper into your subconscious mind
and write about dreams and visions in time
poetry is a gift that only man can convey
and no other species can express it this way
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My mind is always running like an overflowing faucet
Like a never ending bouncing ball that someone took and tossed it
Paid for with attention that I forgot how much it costed
As my mind will sometimes lose itself and I forget just where I lost it
A mind is that a beautiful place yet it can also be very scary
As those with sight to read the mind all readers be wary
Like the venom of a beautiful plant flaunting poison berries
Poison thoughts can rot the mind and the perspective that it carries
What would it be like to explore another mind
Is it like a whimsical circus from thoughts of different kinds
Or would it be a calming stream to help leave troubles behind
Perhaps reality is an illusion conjured from the thoughts we find
As my mind sits in mental slumber
I sit in a corner and sometimes wonder
How I allowed myself to be pulled under
By my own mental blunders
Still thoughts run like a marathon with no intent of stopping
Time would steal a moment's notice while seconds continue dropping
As time sheds into the past the present continues cropping
For time is neither round nor linear but explodes the moment popping
Times combustion blinds the mind stealing that which it most wants
Memories reflecting the past with the regret that serves to haunt
The present steals the frown from the past wearing a smile that taunts
Reminding thoughts that the confidence it bears comes from the pain it flaunts
In the past, when the present seemed to be facing a downward slope
As if the foot of reality lost its traction slipping on water and soap
When falling to an inverted sky reality extends a rope
Some may call the extension luck while others call it hope
Or maybe faith, hope and luck stem from the same fibers of thought
Like time catching us in the moment thinking it is time we have caught
Reminding us of something we don't know but ought
Control what you can control for time we can not
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