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Out of the concrete a rose bud sprung,
like a bullet of justice birthed by a gun,
From cracks in the pavement where shadows exist
to a world like a riot it looked like a kiss
in a time of despair a lone voice sang out
to where angels wont dare a gunslinger rode out
not for money but justice, never giving a name
t'save freedom of speech his mouth he took aim,
on a foundation of courage  his heart was built true
he was outnumbered as he always knew
flesh against blood he could not win
but in a battle of spirit injustice gives in
so our hero fell and no X marks the spot
yet the mind of the witness never forgot
a few times the world circled the sun
then it came
like a fire, an uprising, for the man with no name,
the battle won easy
and speech was set free
when the people unite the tyrant will flee
the gunslingers name? you cannot find
these events lay ahead so dont look behind
his fate he saw, you ask how he knew?
coz he read these words... could our hero be you?
You tell me blood is thicker than water!
well my grandfathers daughter,
dont you think you oughta
tell the ******* talker
my brother...my cyber stalker
oops...i thought i was talking to my therapist sorry
it was accidental.. honestly
and poetry doesnt have to rhyme u dunce
you are thicker than blood and water
glad thats off my chest
Alone & dark, on that road, I drove to you
Street lights cast and shadows past as i dove true,
the world lay still  there was no chill, just summer breeze,
was this the start, first shoots of heart from spring time seeds

And the music plays, the summer days, still linger on
the memories of where ive been and where im from,
Fade away to yesterday and other songs
the street light lights the dark of life, the road rolls on

Unto you I always knew the road would bring
i travelled long, through many songs and still I sing
alone and dark a broken heart was on the mend
then 'Destiny' the sign post read "just round the bend"

And all in all, a voice does call out in my soul
all thats been was so obscene and not a dream
upon a wish, sealed with a kiss, my hope hung tight
cast away on stormy waves in those dark nights

Is what we get just the debt of what we send
A love that died, the tears cried, farewell old friends
the road is long, described in song and stories of old
the rainbows end, just round the bend, the *** of gold

And the music plays, the summer days must fade away
from one and all, the tears that fall for yesterday
by morning light there'll be new light singing old songs
the road is dark, the road is life and the road rolls on
The wind that rocks the cradle
the hand that shakes the barley
the magic in the moment is  memory
who are we?
You dont believe in miricles for you have never found
evidence that's physical
my N word look around
look at us existing, I think therefore i am
look at what we're living.. the greatest show in town
where did all this come from?
what does it all mean?
any answer is unbelivable..so to doubt the unbelivable is obscene
you find no evidence in nature
but super-nature's outside this
only those in love can feel the loving in a kiss
your everything is nuts and bolts, youre only skin on bone
I wonder if your real eyes see a house is not a home
maybe you dont believe in miricles
because they dont belive in you
maybe like your sceptic brain
your heart they see straight through
and my beliefs are dillusional?
Just illusions that i see
Yet 'atom' means invisible and they're almost matter free
so dillusions and illusions are also your reality
and even you are a dillusion
you're just an illusion that eye see
Return to the darkness to tango once more,
in the world of the larkless we dance
as we *****
where the untrusted hunt the nieve
the fear of Dawn and what she'll reveal
Some souls are shadows
shadows hide theives
souls sold or stolen
some lost belief
Political posters pose pasted on walls
are mugshots of those who dug the *******
black as a bible
black as the coal
the beast that eats worlds just birthed a black foal
but once in a life time
a heart that is true
with no fear of the darkness
our hero walks through
Return to the Darkness

Return to the darkness to tango once more,
in the world of the larkless we dance
as we *****
where the untrusted hunt the nieve
the fear of Dawn and what she'll reveal
Some souls are shadows
shadows hide theives
souls sold or stolen
some lost belief
Political posters pose pasted on walls
are mugshots of those who dug the *******
black as a bible
black as the coal
the beast that eats worlds just birthed a black foal
but once in a life time
a heart that is true
with no fear of the darkness
a hero walks through


RETURN TO THE LIGHT

Once in a lifetime
a heart that is true
with no fear of the darkness it walks out of to you
why?, you may wonder
does it brighten the night?
because this solid heart walks in truth and in light
you were told stories of the darkness when young
you assumed they were only about times with no sun
but these were always tales of the soul
setting sun was lost hope in the stories of old
black as a bible
black as the coal
there's a man at the crossroads buying all souls
if you go to the crossroads he'll be waiting for you
unless you walk through with a heart that is true
Twisted, tangled, platted scard, bark roots
growing up, aiming for the stars, from humble springtime shoot,
the beer bottle, chlorophyll conopy
framed the stars and hung on the sky for you and me to see
your mules lay sleeping, and my worn out boots,
20 toes on 4 feet stand casually aloof,
This half past, bed time, ink soaked, sultry night,
plots to **** our foot loose, fancy , child free, single lives, by night
a citrus soaked, aromatic breeze
makes music on its way as it mingles with the leaves that dress the trees
A barn owl holidays inside a hole
who is he to twit twoo or even hoot to us to go
the river oozes easy to the sea
Opal blue twists and turns corners into aqua green
Whip crack lightning lassoos across the sky
a prophet for a thunder storm at war near by
come morning has broke its going to break my heart
to lose this poetry, this painting this supernatural dark
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