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Take It

By the pale of dawn
I took back my love
And by the dark of night
I told two lies
Never again will I wish
For a lover's bloodstained kiss
Nor remember him with weeping eyes

You stole me from a peaceable sleeping
And brought me to the enchanted place
Then turned me loose upon the wind
And showed to me a stranger's face

Take from me all youth and grace
Beauty, wit and strength to care
Take from me my dreaming eyes
Rosy mouth and twilight hair
Take from me this heart forlorn
Newly formed and newly torn
And throw it to the raging sea
Else you will not depart from me

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Dear John Letter

I am not your prophetess
But just a damsel in distress
I am not the one you love
But a sad remembrance of things past
Your words knife me to the bone
I am forced to leave love alone
How do you like your Dear John letter so far?
I am not one to despise
Your pain is mirrored in my eyes
I am not a dog to kick
I am not your pretty whore
I am bleeding on the floor
Please don't kick me anymore
How do you like your letter so far?
If sex is all you want from me
You'll get laid but without a kiss
Remember, you're the one I should despise
You're the one with blackened lies
Tarnished knight who owns me now
Black hearted widow-maker kick me more
Then throw me out your bedroom door
After making love...
You wonder why I sit and cry
You wonder why I want to die
You wonder why I run away
Then beg you in a wanton way
To hurt me bleed me love me take me kiss me 
Beer me take me drug me feed me love me
Hold me take me marry me bury me
Kiss me kill me purify me hate me baby and I'll love you all the more

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Reckless

Reeling from these absolute changes, she rearranges the pictures on the wall 
as she wonders, oh so reckless, why did he have to fall?
And the people and the memories, he was the hero of us all, he would stand up 
and testify, render the rest of us so small.

When you listen to the wind blow, you may just want to go to the mountains, to 
the woodlands, to the  valleys below where we evolve, where we remember, 
where we try so hard to grow, but there are mysteries, evocative sweet mysteries, 
that we are not meant to know.

That he loved her, that he desired her, was never in dispute and if anything, she 
was more intrigued by the disrepute that her contemporaries and loved ones all 
believed him guilty of, when the question is so obvious, he only meant to bring 
her love.

When I'm singing to the birds' song, I remember his name and I'm elated, so 
euphoric that we thought in so many ways the same.  But his loss is 
overwhelmingand not only for me; a generation was believing that he would set 
them free.  Now it's over and darkness falls on us as never before.  I stand in 
absolute amazement wondering what was behind that final door?  For there was 
music, sweet soul music that I learned by caressing his face and of the path he 
took and the pains he healed there now remains a trace of anger that he was 
taken, his lofty plans forsaken, but when I hear his song his legacy lives on and I 
feel him with me, still strong, still valiant and free.  I know he feels me still in awe 
of him, not sure how to begin, to rejoice.  I'm making the best choice, in absolute 
changes revolutionary in me that will set all of us free.

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Stories From Gold

Midnight screams
Wildflower dreams
Of John, her true beloved
And of Vince, her man
They raped her again

Midnight surprise
A starlit sunrise
Wildflower sleeps
While Mother Rose weeps
For all her child's desert years
Self-abuse and twilight tears

Hey hey Thanksgiving is today
I wonder what He would say
I have no food but I have tea
So I give praises joyfully
I give thanks (of course!) for John
Whose broken dream still lingers on
Thank you too to Vince Yarrow
He shot through my heart like Cupid's arrow

Happy joyful singing fair
Psychic dreams and long long hair
Satan tried not once but twice
Did his damnedest to entice 
The maidens down by the river ran
Each believing John was her man
Every fair young lady doing all she can

It is an enigma because he didn't return
He swore he'd prefer to burn
For his misdeeds and his biggest sin
Believing that he was a god therein
He went to the mountains, drank from the fountains
I understand why he ran away
He has no fear of judgment day
But broken promises and broken hearts
Is why he had to depart
Will he return?  You never know
But I can feel him, he is the greatest show

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Possession

I late was running on those rocks
Where pathways twist and demons stalk
And lovers run their course by night
Black was the way, I could not gauge
The stars, nor could I sever rage
And when the wind blew wild I heard his summons in Ahriman's song

Set seven demons loose to dance
Set seven bitter winds to blow
For though I wished to break the trance
Through flesh and flesh I can't let go
Set thunder's anarchy to crash
All living shrink away from me....

When the pale moon is on the rise
And daylight vanquished from tumultuous skies
Call forth from black Infinity
A changeling fury in disguise
To own my nights and burn my eyes
To bind me for eternity
With brimstone for indemnity
And love and love and love is gone....

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No Solace

Begin the tears, halt the years
Stifle fears, sharpen psychic spears
Laissez-faire for my lady fair

Go to your nightmares, to your dreams
Immortal scare, scorching screams
You were my all; I let you fall
And now the price lays on my head
The only solace to abide in your bed

Miraculous fury running wild
Corpses to bury obstreporous child
Leave it to me, dear
Cleave unto me:  don't fear

You are gilded effrontery
I can only be simply me
And now...worlds apart I plea
Will you not defer to me?

I am unsettled in my mind
We reached the apex, things unwind
Hassle me--you are unkind
But in your heart treasures are mined
So unfair this afterglow
Do you care; will I ever know?
Or is our wellspring doomed to flow
Line up heartbreak after ruin in a row

A pleasure palace to behold
A maid enshrouded in green and gold
Would make a tale best  not be told
You will always be with me
And our spirits travel free
Beneath the martyr's reckoning tree
I must defer to His Majesty

Leave me be for I am done
I cannot see nor my heart be won
I am scorched by a pitiless sun
I betray my wrath to everyone

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Beloved

To my utter shame 
I follow you
I can't condone
The things you do
I want to save
And rescue you
But you can't repent
Your heart's untrue

Oh sweet babe
Once you were good
You learned to dance
The way you should
Your father hit
Your mother cried
And half your heart
Sickened and died

I am here
To minister to you
Oh my dear
I love you too
I'll not forsake
My wounded man
But cherish you
God's beautiful plan
I'll cherish you
Beloved man

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Dialogue

Lover:  You make me cry
             To see you fall
             To say goodbye
             To hear your call

             Woman, you bring me to my knees
             And kiss my cares up to the breeze
             You are the one I long to please'
             And give you such a world of ease
              I think you hear me (such a tease!)

Mary:  I'm always here
           I always know
           You're forever near
            You steal the show
            And on this breeze our love doth grow
            And renews itself as the candle blows
            And my gardens go
            All in a row
            It is because
            I love you so

Lover (John) 
 
            You are for me
            Sweet fantasy
            And yet you move
            Familiar groove

            I am the dark; I am the night
            You are the dawn; you are pure light
            You are to me
            A most holy sight
            My love you know
            I'd never slight

            You are t