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An Observation, Or Something

there's something about the way she says no.
it starts with her hands, 
the way she grasps each wrist
wringing each dry as she clinches her fist.
it moves to her shoulders, 
the way they roll on back,
they've sunken to the depths from falling off their high stack.
it reaches her neck, 
the way it tilts to and fro,
dancing on the waves of which are to grow.
it stops at her eyes,
the way they fall to the ground,
swiftly swimming up as they begin to drown.
it leaves at her lips,
the way they quiver and know,
holding back the word formerly known as no.
it's something so simple,
and yet so detrimental,
at the hint of its song, 
everything can go wrong. 
but it stops at her gate.
when only beauty captivates, 
there's no where to go,
there's definitely something about the way she says no.

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The Road

The old man sits on the edge of his seat
quiet in manner with words you can't beat
dust swirls, his inspiration in the clouds
at the stroke of his pen, he can silence the crowds.
the young man stands in the nook of the room
anxious to be seen but always swept by the broom,
he blows away with a shutter and is lost in the sky
right then, the old man leaks tears as he begins to cry.
as dusk turns to night and the stars show their eyes
the young man floats down and passes on by.
at the front of the porch the old man now resides
he watches the young man take leaps in his strides.
astonished by this amazing feat
the young man has got him up out of his seat
thinking of things that could and will now be
he follows the young man on an un-found course he'll soon see.
the young man trembles undoubtedly into the unknown
briskly walking on thorns and reaping what he has sown.
going further and further down the barren road
baring the burdened weight of an undeserving load.
calling to attention the sunrise
as the morning has now arrived,
the young man turns bewildered by the silence
to see the old man quiet in manner, but revealing his guidance
before them is the course that's much less trodden
but as they walk, it slowly begins to broaden.
their days journey turns again to night,
two paths now lie, one with no light.
the young man whimsically follows the path lit by torch
to find at the end, the old man sitting on his porch.
the old man sits on the edge of his seat
quiet in manner with words you can't beat,
the young man stands at the top of the porch stairs
"father you've guided me home"
he proudly declares.

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An Honest Truth Masked By Lies

I've been living in these dry bones
and no one seems to care
I don't know what I'm doing here
but I'm pretty sure you're not there

I have seen every sunset
been hoping that you're resting there
I don't know where you're hiding
but I'm pretty sure it's not here

so I bit down on my tobacco
tried to forget about today
told myself tomorrow's coming
but I'm pretty sure it's already won

so I laid in my bed and looked at the ceiling
and I could feel the darkness creeping
and when my tears they stopped streaming
I'm pretty sure you weren't there

ashamed about what people would be thinking
grabbed myself a razorblade
but as that first cut was sinking
I'm pretty sure you weren't there

I don't know why you're a mystery
I don't know why I can't find you
but I am down here and I'm dying
and I'm pretty sure you aren't there

so what happens to us
when you're not around
do we turn to dust
or do we go down

cause I know my debt
and I know what I've paid
I'm pretty sure it's not enough
so what happens to us?

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Will You

in our first year, i said a lot of words
but i think you said a lot more
you were on some other guys mind
but baby i had yours

60 miles ain't no stones throw
so we would talk on the phone
say things like 'hey how are you?'
but mainly i miss you

will you find some time for me
i think i'd make you smile
will you walk and talk with me
i think it'd be worth your while

'cause i like to build real tall things
and say whats on my mind
but lately i've been tearing you down
and the words have only been mine

so i cover it up with my 'hey how are you's'
but if you were to step inside
i'm afraid you'd be torn apart
and i'd be tossed aside

our third year was a lot like that
a train fall off their tracks
so i'm singing you this brand new tune
'cause honey all i want is you

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An Old Story

this old story has been told before
this old story has been heard before
it's about one man, and one woman too
how they did their best, with the best that they could do

that one man, he fell down to one knee
said "woman, would you please marry me?"
that one woman, was sitting high up in her chair
she said, "excuse me one moment, I have to fix my hair."

she would talk about him, like no one else would
he would make her smile, like no one else could
well they got married, and moved on down south
said the cookin was better, and that's what it was all about

there ain't a whole lot of happy, in this ending
see the man would come home late, every single evening
he would talk a lil different, and walk a lil funny
he said to the woman, "I can't call you honey..anymore"

well that one woman, would cry on the floor
waiting for the man, to come walking through that door
that ol man, was out spending all his money
he had two or three, of his so called honeys

bankrupt and shamed, the man walked through the town
feeling alone, he put his knees on the ground
nothing was seen, but before him was a tree
he said, "I don't know who I am, but I know who I wanna be"

well the tree talked back, he said "stand up and be proud,
you see I was planted here, to give men like you a sound!"

"forgive him father, for he knows not what he's done."
the woman had said, when her hair was finally done
"I've been washed, by his only given son
so take my hand, and we can finally go home."

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Stuck

i am stuck
where i arrive i don't ever know
but when i'm there
im just thinking when to go

moving forward, feels a lot like going back
and moving backwards
slides me off my track
i am stuck

when i walk, i end up running into a fence
when i talk, i never make any sense

where i arrive i don't ever know
but when i'm there
im just thinking when to go
i am stuck

my sails are open, let the wind come fill me up
but someone's out there screamin, "stay away from his cup"
so i'm sinking, to the bottom with no treasure
whose gonna search for something
that's better off forgotten

would you come out? and play with me
im just a poor old boy
who needs some company
i am stuck

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The Three

looking at the stars
i'm thinking 'bout what do do
soaking up the rain
trying to get to you

but i find myself 
on sorrows edge
doing everything
but i can't get you outta my head

we are awakening
we won't go away
you say

open your eyes and you'll see
just what we came to be
we are the three