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Accuse MeAccuse Me of being nice…this should have crossed your mind once or twice / Accuse Me of all the things I do…Like how I care and show much love for you / Accuse Me of putting you first…so easy for me and unrehearsed

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Jul 8, 2014

Basic EmotionOnce there was Joy much taken for granted, / Fear is a seed silently planted, / The world goes around torn apart from within...

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Apr 7, 2020

Be You...Come share with me what is real / As we all seek what is normal / I dare to find the difference

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Aug 27, 2014

ControlIt’s amazing how fast you can change / Your feelings, priorities can all re-arrange / The pain that you felt is finally gone

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Dec 20, 2009

Evolution of this ManEvolution of this Man / Born in the wind of a summers day a infant boy arrives pure and without sin. The sun touches him for the first time and he is blessed. Speed grace and power he is to possess with humility for all to see. He is destined for greatness, gold appears with just a simple touch and people for no good reason will adorn him. Life progresses and success is plenty without the young mans knowledge of the universe. Gluttony, debauchery, hypocrisy could easily take form in a world known to few...caught up in the spiral of indulgence is for those who spew talent sought after by the masses. A mirror becomes not such a good friend as reality takes the place of surrealism. What found was now lost, time rings the bell and shows the scars that life delivers even if you are not at home. Brilliant in mind will not escape the derelict of time. Belief in false promise he is a target for those with malice. With fight as a winner losing is in plenty. Rationality, Generosity, Curiosity is the norm for celebration to those who choose to use. / In the wind of a summers day a old man discovers all his sins.

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Aug 13, 2015

I'd Rather Be A KidCar payments, Insurance bills all the money that we spend / Climbing trees, playing tag those days would never end / Fighting with a boss who never gets it wrong

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Dec 22, 2009

Its OverSo now its finally over, the grip is all but gone / I used to be your king but wound up as your pawn / There are no more words to say, respect has long been lost

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Sep 28, 2018

Let It GoThe past will not leave with stumbling remembrance of yesterday, a warp in time torments beyond comprehension with reasons of unbearable hope. A hope of non existence where imagination is king. A throne made of thorns is where you may sit to think, ponder, pretend. Pain is the norm with thought processed and bewilderment takes its place. Reasons of good have long been lost, looking back should not be an option but the head keeps turning, rotating, shuffling to a forbidden place. The fight is real, but how does one win against an imaginary foe. / Let It Go, Let It Go. / Joe Callari

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Apr 16, 2019

LiesAll I do is tell the truth that no one wants to hear / The truth will set you free / But it’s the truth that they all fear

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Dec 22, 2009

MeI always do everything that’s different from the rest / Never finish what I start, how can I be the best / I live my life from day to day, wonder in my mind

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Dec 19, 2009

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