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My Funeral

Remember me like the holocaust 
Many die without having the chance to live
Millions of them without a funeral
Bury them with a casket full of bouquets

Remember me like the Great Depression
Markets crashing from the sky
People try to find a new hope 
Bury them with a casket full of bouquets 

Remember me like Abraham Lincoln
Innocence died before it had the chance to discover freedom
Bruises and wounds, too much hate to move on 
Bury them with a casket full of bouquets 

Remember me like the Pope
Always forgiving and justifying the facts
Way up in the clouds we all go,
Bury them with a casket full of bouquets 

Remember me like Martin Luther King Jr.
Giving up my own rights to end segregation
Bloody violence in the streets God bless us all
Bury them with a casket full of bouquets 

Remember me like the kids from Columbine
Assault rifles and bullets stray in the high school cafeteria 
Empty souls and dreams fill the school with ghostly thoughts 
Bury them with a casket full of bouquets

Remember me like the people on 9/11 
Jumping a hundred stories to avoid burning
All the innocent blood spilled because of the Middle East
Bury them with a casket full of bouquets 

Remember me like the Pharaoh
Build me a temple and a shrine
Put everything in tomb that reminds me of life
Bury me with a casket full of bouquets

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Smile In Your Sleep

Smile in your sleep 
	

A midnight temptation is in the midst of the stars.
Brightness feeds and eventually consumes the eclipse.
Individuals described as both boy, and female acting very young.
Both separated at birth, yet they roam every night while they sleep.
Yet, one day they met for the first time at North Eastern Heights;
An academic learning center, a school where everyone made memories.
		
There were plenty of times where Nick had football memories.
Niki was dreaming of one day becoming one of those famous movie stars.
Both would have been fabulous careers, but neither climbed the heights.
Thursday, the day Nick and Niki had both looked at each other like an eclipse.
Tossing, turning all night, the two wish to dream of each other, but cant sleep.
Both wanted love, both wanted money, both wanted to be forever young.

Smiling at both their baby pictures, Nick and Niki looked oh so young.
Nick asked Niki to be his homecoming date and one of his fondest memories.
Both looked at each other, gazing in their eyes, so boring one could sleep.
That night at the dance, the two acted as if they were dancing with the stars.
Boys and girls attending the dance made up a color wheel of a shining eclipse.
Nick and Niki were on top of the world; they couldn’t fall off the heights. 

At the end of their senior year, it was graduation at North Eastern Heights.
These were the days they realized that they couldn’t be forever	young.
That no parts of all life are going to be as shining as an Eclipse. 
Even they, remember the things we hate too keep as part of our memories.
The only thing of there young adulthood that didn’t change was the stars.
Nick and Nicki gazed upon stars all-night, and smiled in their sleep.

Both they lay, laying down on the comfort mattress, smiling in their sleep. 
Dreaming they both do, climbing the Appalachian mountain heights.
Camping by a fire in the mountain range the only thing present was stars;
One of the last things they saw was an owl, it’s cooing as a young.
The two lovers will always be remembered just as memories.
And suddenly it was all gone; the dream went away as fast as an eclipse. 


A looming eclipse- 
All alone, how can I sleep?
She’s gone, my erased memories.
I fell off the heights.
We were so perfect and young.
We were a pair, just like stars.
					
Forever the stars-
They enjoyed being so young
Sometimes we all fall off heights.

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A Warm Jungle

Through the warm jungle you can hear every cry.
Crackling gunfire trickles in the echoes; 
Why this place fell and crumbled, no one knows why.
There they all fall in place like a domino.

Welcome to the jungle, filled with death and ill. 
A jungle of fear, a few dare to challenge. 
A smoke, a radio, anything to kill;
At times, there were fires that went unchallenged. 

The smell of sulfur roams through this jungle air.
A surplus supply of shell rounds in the jeep. 
Bugs, trash, dirty clothes, all I see everywhere.
The monumental hill is too big and steep. 

Men were lost, but never forgotten prayers.
Some make it home; some make there way up the stairs.

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Tennis Court

Lines that are precise -
	A court where someone loses.
	Not everyone can do this;
	it takes time and work.
	To be the best you can be
	Without dwelling excuses.
	Put up or shut up,
	Its time to play, I must go;
	Who else wants to play me next?

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The Great Outdoors

The Great Outdoors

The great outdoors is a place filled with many fuzzy critters. 
Yes, sometimes when I swim in the cold morning the water gives me the jitters.
I love the great outdoors, the great red wood trees wave at one another.
They wave at each other, as if they were family; maybe they knew each other.

Green patches of grass surround the log cabin that I occupy in the summer. 
My pole casts away in a quick and timely matter, but of course, what a bummer
My prize and trophy fish got away from me in this white crappie infested water. 
I guess the next thing for me to do is to dock this boat that rocks like a teeter-totter.

The summer time is the best time to be alive around the fourth of July. 
Staying up all night into the morning looking up to see the night-lights of the sky. 
As you grow older, you learn too appreciate the smells and sounds summer brings.
Enjoy the little things, like moss floating on the creeks, and even bumblebee stings.

Hamburgers and hot dogs, potatoes and gravy and don’t forget dessert. 
This is the smell, sounds, and memories that are made in the great outdoors spurt.

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A Dark Night

Oh! The lighting bugs they light up with cry.
Tis a bright light, Oh! What an excitement;
A monster sails up in the dark night sky!

Its big and cheesy, just like a cheese tie. 
This beast has so much more than alignment. 
A monster sails up in the dark night sky. 

I lay in wonder how it looks like pie.
Flailing in my bed, not doing my assignment. 
I progress through the night’s black-blue end sky. 

Never, say never, a burnt crust is rye;
Trifling for food, it’s a hell confinement.
A monster falls down in the dark night sky. 

The orange and salmon abyss nears my eye. 
This monster, it has a shrew new statement.
A monster falls down in the late night sky. 

Tis morning time, all the birds squeak at high! 
Reading mail for no future indictments. 
Outside I look the window in the sky.
No monster, only the sunshine of mine.

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Green

Green represents one of the sourest apple candies.
Green grass surrounded by the forests of the Andes. 
Green is a color of nature, plants, amphibians and reptiles.  
Green is used in fabric for our textiles. 
Green is what our diamonds in baseball surround. 
Green is what the farmers use to plow their ground 
Green is our currency, as it pays my beer and tuition. 
Green was the last name of my doctor, I was told to consult my physician. 
Green eggs and ham is the breakfast of a fairytale. 
Green the color of the fin for the little mermaid Ariel.
Green is what makes the make month march go by quick.
Green is the color of the Celtic pride that holds a walking stick. 
Green jewels represent the birthstone of any day during May. 
Green trees keep us breathing and healthy as we live our wonder wall day.

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California Sun Valley

I spent my days at the river, spent my nights in the forest
Waking up to birds screaming at me like I've been here before.
Cutting off all the thorn pedals off this flower, I must be a florist. 
The California beach is covered in gritty sand that flows offshore. 

As I walk through the garden, I see the shadow of Sun Valley, and I begin to regret.
About that one girl who got away, I loved her complexity and how she was a brunet. 
Walking down the pier always made me think of Sun Valley and its hidden treasures 
A California quail sits on top of the tall red wood, and waves his or hers blue feathers. 

I get a little older each January, and begin to gain cracks into my tough skin.
These cracks are like the ones you see at San Andreas that make up formations.
Please make sure every household is constructed with the right foundations. 
My life is getting nearly over in my young age and I must fall like Berlin. 

Eschscholzia californica is the flower that represents this great states wildflower.
Keep it beautiful; pray for the rain, and keep the faith, I am tired of all these wildfires. 

My California, 
My Sun Valley,
My San Andreas.

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The Milky Way Watcher

It was past the hour, and I saw your picture hanging from the side of my door.
Its getting colder outside and I sit here vaguely thinking about how you soar.
If there were a million moons closer to earth id figure we would have a Martian. 
If they came to earth I’m sure we could give them something that’s a harshen. 

I held your smooth hand and nothing has ever been the same 
Lost in all the calamity of this world, and not even knowing your name. 
As I breathe in your charismatic scent, I feel you near. 
Beside me in the silence of the hushed stars of this night we fear. 

Flying a spacecraft into the dark abyss can consume someone with a single swallow. 
Jagged craters move faster than the speed of light and destroyed the Apollo.
This isn’t a cartoon like the Jetsons, and I do not get my own dog-named Astro.
The only reason why I’m up here getting paid and risking my life is because of Castro. 

The Milky Way watcher is one of the loneliest jobs anyone can ask for when looking in the sky. 
Time to watch the world pass in a blink of an eye

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So Far Away

It’s so far away,
My dreams of walking with you
In the dark, hurt and dismay.

You’re so far away,
All my heart can do is spew
Blood at the old shallow bay. 

I’m so far away,
Across the ocean blue blew 
The wind from me to her fray.