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  Sep 2014 Douglas Scheurn
Arcassin B
SS :
We're headed for a deep DEEP valley
Orange sky in tornado alley
Trouble just around the bend
Are you ready for it friend?
Kids don't have enough to eat
Mom n dad work but
Can't make ends meet
The price of gas is
On the double
Life in this world
Just plain trouble
Christian people in despair
Unbelievers everywhere
Don't want to know
The eternal score
Don't want to listen
Anymore.

AB :
Six kids,
Two jobs,
What's a hard working mother got to do,
To get some hard earned money,
I know that you need it too,
People can't afford vehicles,
So they take the bus,
Why don't the presidents,
Just say yes , to us,
Instead you make us live,
In this demented world,
Heaven and hell still battling,
And what's with teenage girls,
More teen pregnancies in u.s alone,
Why don't they just leave that intimacy alone,
You should be greatful for our lord and savior,
Because without him,
Hearts will be turned to stone,

SS:
There IS a stone...
He's called The Rock....
His existence?
More than talk.
If you don't listen
Tell you true...
Then that Rock's
Gonna FALL ON YOU
Just me and the miss Soulsurvivor collabo hope you enjoy it!!!!!
  Sep 2014 Douglas Scheurn
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham




Sometimes I think I need a drink,
To kick the demons out my brain,
Sometimes I think I need a song,
To get the evil chanting out my ears,
Sometimes I think I need ***,
Just to cure my intimacy,
Sometimes I think I need a new heart,
To replace the one I have with pain,

But I'm still the same,

Sometimes I think I need a pet,
That one bestfriend that gets me,
Sometimes I think I need an instrument,
So I could play my heart out on the piano,
Sometimes I think I need hatred,
To overflow the hatred I have so it could all come out,
Sometimes I wish I was born into a life,
With so much of the pain,

But I'm always the same.
FTM - AB - WE ARE GOOD
This poem is dedicated to her...

The waves upon
Our sore bare feet
The water in
The desert's heat.
The flowers growing
From the street
The breeze that's blowing
Through the wheat
The neighbor that
You finally meet
Who's friendly with
A smile to greet
Who bids you
Come and have a seat

The story that your
Grandma tells
The ringing of bright
Silver bells,
Fountains from
the deepest wells
Those are poems

From my Melz!



SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 28, 2014
Melz was one of the first
To greet me back here.
She was having some troubles
With certain individuals.
They are sorry and
have backed off...

Thanks!
So you say poems don’t sell
ain’t no buyer for your works
arduous hours of a job done well
go down the drain fetch no perks!

You’re right poems do don’t sell
though you fill them with heart’s spice
by the hour growing weary and frail
you surely can’t feel any nice!

A dollar a poem how fine it would be
add a dollar a read to it
but poems are meant to be sold just free
you aren’t to be paid for the feat!

But you’re wrong poems do sell
them the readers do buy
when to their heart your thoughts travel
and their spirit soars up sky high!
In the falling light of day
I read the old man a book.

Stories of love, enmity, deceit
Jealousy, betrayal, sacrifice
All from one author’s mind
One penning hand
Some very short some too long
But nowhere do I find
He has taken a stand
On virtue and vice
Right and wrong
Belief faith
Destiny fates
Nowhere asserts
If he is theist atheist agnostic
Nor invokes god
Praise or curse him.

I read and the old man nods

in the falling light of his day!
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