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Scott Stackpole Poem
Well there's no whiskey
And I ain't got no wine
It's just me, alone all the time
But if you see me passing by
Won't you stop and say "Hi"
Cause I'm tired and I'm lonely
And I'm so scared no one will ever know me
You see, I ain't got no love
There's nothing burning inside
Ain't got no friends
There's no one to confide
But there's this road, cold and black
And a feeling to go, and never look back
Just keep running until I can find
A little more whiskey, and some more wine
Copyright © Scott Stackpole | Year Posted 2006
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She see's a bit of herself in everything
She thinks her voice alone will help take wing
But turbulent waters swirl and spin
trembling from emotions held deep within
They carry with them the seeds of yesterday
so blindly disregarded and tossed away
Soon the gentle breeze will overcome
the awkward seas and the rising sun
to regain it's prowess and hold the tune
so elegantly sung under the Jupiter moon
So ride on thru the heavy mist
and dream yourself beyond the phantom kiss
til you lie once again upon the ancient shore
where the shimmering wind blows you back to Evermore
Copyright © Scott Stackpole | Year Posted 2006
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Scott Stackpole Poem
Dreams fall from the highest heights
Collapsing without a sound in the dark of the night
Shuddering and shaking, their broken bodies bleed
The very essence of life's nuturing seed
Images of broken hearts lure me in false pretense
Their twisted words do their best to convince
Hidden meanings to emerge from murky waters cold and deep
You know, the queit spots where the secrets we keep
Thinly veiled and held close to the breast
They'd be far better off free, but we hold them there none the less
Cruelties handed out, pain received with the ease of a casual kiss
Entertainment surreal, life sublime, there's no where to turn in the fury of
Midnight's hiss
Copyright © Scott Stackpole | Year Posted 2006
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