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corkey-hawley
American Artist & Musician all my life, find me @ Facebook/corkeyhawley, where it says stuff up 2 '82, is a collection of several
I love a good movie Even more a great poem Some thing to take y o   u    r   m    i    n       d A   W A     Y from B   e      i        n           g A L O N E
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Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 11:58 AM UTC
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I've crossed a continent All with good intent To see my best friend Turn Seventy It took all of my means Every dollar & dreams All my planning schemes To be there from Tennessee While he's been a lifelong friend He never seemed to end with statements to descend "don't matter to me" After three days I quit caring No more was I sharing To the mentor only sparing His own concern was HE Lost, was the man I once knew I, a disappointment that grew From his point of view Fat, Old, Slow Me Sad to be let down couldn't offer a next round Slammed to the ground I left after seeing the Sea Only wish him the best After being put to the test I'll not be back for the rest Can't stand to be demeaned by Thee
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Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 11:55 AM UTC
Costa Rica or Bust Two Thousand Eleven
I am going to miss our long talks It's so hard now, knowing you're not there Even when you were losing your memory I could keep up with your fragments   Still I miss those long talks On the phone for hours with things we'd share A tiny piece would be the key to open those old torments Seems like we shared so many long talks No one  knew & I believe didn't care Since we were not the same blood, yet family You were my mother's angel sent Those times of long talks We shared secrets no one else would dare Constantly in sibling revelry Over your demise & monetary spent We were all about long talks So comforting knowing you were there Never knowing a man's fidelity three familys raised with good intent Stories and sermonds were our long talks The time we spent most unaware Of  material offering's complexity Sharing, caring, it all went Long Talks Is what we shared Not blood or bone, some history A long life with no repent
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Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 11:53 AM UTC
Long Talks
They say it's The End Of the Maya Calendar Like the Doors It's started with the end For My Most favoite Aunt She turned Ninty Last year She waz so dear Never knowing a MAN Never speared But Alwaze there For All Of Us She covered her *** With money to spend She's in Heaven Alas They said she fell But the corinor said She waz dropped Two broken legs Then her kidneys stopped She waz going No one could denie On to that other place She believed waz in the sky But what a why To mark this New Year On New Year's Day She Left this world Now we can only pray She No Longer Answers us Can No Longer show or display Her cares & worries All gone................ only our dismay She waz my Angel I believe heaven sent To help my family When all else had went & no one else cared I don't know How to hold a ghost In these arms spent Holding a host Heaven sent
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Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 11:53 AM UTC
Twenty Eleven,New Year's Day an Angel Passed
Don't you bury me Don't you dare grieve Celebrate my life with a party Don't bury ME I've had a good life all in all I've done some things as I recall I've lived my dreams both BIG & small And sowed some seeds A piece of me installed Don't you bury me Don't even think  we agree Not like some seedling tree Don't you bury me Take from me what remains turned to ash like an old refrain Don't you bury me To take up space That needent be Don't you bury me
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Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 11:53 AM UTC
One Hour Left Of Twenty Ten
Noboby said it was goinna be great 'though my mama did say "You can be anything you want to be, even president." Nobody said it was fair In fact, they keep sayin it aint FAIR With all the great ups There have been deep downs It's a roller coaster 'til you hit the ground SMACK Like Ol' Ben said, "only two things in life, that are garenteed. DEATH & TAXES We all know we aint gettin outta here ALIVE So, we best be usin' what we get, Before it's GONE What a ******* Ride LIFE
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Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 11:52 AM UTC
Life, What a ******* Ride
In my fantasy You are already naked Inside my mind I already have you Your lips are wet Fingers & tounges Sliding to new depths Scearching for the moments unkept I love the moistness of sweet juices flowing wet
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Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 11:51 AM UTC
My Fantasy Girl
It was a month to the day Since I commited ****** However unintentional I guess I should pray Say I did not intend to hurt her it was unconventional then I had to pay to resurrect her I only set a drink next to that box of wires then fell asleep over it fell in a blink had to pay a tech for hire one could say, a big heep In but a few hours She was back up and running slow is her pace the tech was sour with his wit & cunning more mula in his face I took her home as is cause the price was high in time & money lost that is the biz all was spent with a sigh lesson learned at a cost Don't set a drink next to your P C electronics don't work wet take a moment & think make a decree Cyberspace you bet
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Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 11:49 AM UTC
It Is Good 2 B Bak In Cyberspace 11.4.2010
I'm Chaktaw, Chipawa & Cherokee Spanish, Dutch & East Indies Maybe African American I Am An American Dosen't matter if you are Red, White or BLUE FOR ALL THOSE MEN & WOMEN WHO WENT TO FIGHT & DIE FOR YOU They were all Americans Living & diying for the right To be an American I'm Chaktaw, Chipawa & Cherokee Spanish, Dutch & East Indies Maybe African American I'm An American We are centuries old In this melting *** God gave us life And we should not have forgot We live in a nation that Honors those before As Americans we deplore Hatred, Bigotry & So much more I Am Chaktaw, Chipawa & Cherokee Spanish, Dutch & East Indie Maybe African American I Am An  American Under a nation I was BORN, I am No choice did I have But here I am The fruit of my FATHERS I am an American Born, Raised, Educated A product of my society I Am An American
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Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 11:48 AM UTC
I Am An American
I always wondered where the term, room to let came from Everyone knows It means a room to rent So, why the to let? Sounds like Toilet When you say it out load To let you do as You Please? Behind closed door? Or let you have a room? Or perhaps let you wonder What it is your are renting? Who Knows? I'd like to Mine is always piled whith things I can't find a place for And most likely should have tossed long ago Skates I never use But they fit TVs that no longer receive a signal from UHF but they are perfectly good maybe as monitors for games Or the DVDs We seen all a million times So, maybe it means To Let You Stack your crap in place of mine? To Let You Do things you wouldn't Do anywhere else? Well, I've spent three days Clearing my stuff out So You Can Pile Your Stuff In Room To Let
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Jul 31, 2010
Jul 31, 2010 at 8:59 AM UTC
*Spare Room 2 Let*