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Sam Barger Jul 2014
Alone with thoughts
and
Now, they are too few...
Sam Barger Mar 2014
Round and around and around and around we go, Where we'll end up nobody knows.
With smiles and fireworks or in a casket with a Rose?
Sam Barger Mar 2014
I've got a vendetta.
But, I’m still breathing, I’m still alive, you tried to ruin me, to crucify.
I've got a vendetta.
It burns in my veins, it’s sweet revenge when I see your pain.
I've got a vendetta.
It’s not a physical attack, but with every breath I get you back.
I've got a vendetta.
It gets me through, I keep on living in spite of you.
Inspired by: Vendetta - Mike V and The Rats.
Sam Barger Jun 2014
Silence where ever we go
and
Silence when ever we dance.
Our moment is forever.
Sam Barger May 2014
To give a **** or not to give a ****...
Would it matter?
That is the question.
Sam Barger Dec 2014
When you just want to open up...
...and let it all pour out...
...flooding the hearts and minds of whom it may concern...
...just so they know...
...hoping they can understand just for a moment...
...the meaning and feelings you posses...
...even if they don't accept them.
Sam Barger Feb 2015
I sit in the brim of a half empty bottle, I debate on diving to the bottom. As I take another sip, I start to slip, into the pit.
Sam Barger Feb 2014
"She's so beautiful."
I said.
As we lay blinded
In our separate beds.
Sam Barger Mar 2014
As I watch the birds bathe, I notice their security, their strength, their knowledge of their surroundings, their peace. Knowing it's not the same bath as yesterdays or the days before. Knowing that possibly any second a larger predator could attack whether it's be a hungry cat, a protective dog, or a bored kid with a new BB gun and yet they just bathe, peacefully splashing around like it's their own water park, just to move on and find another, bigger or smaller. I like the concept of a birds life, I could stay and play or spread my winds and fly far far away finding new water parks each and everyday.
Dear, God. Make me a bird so I can fly far, far, far away from here.
Sam Barger Jul 2014
Love is numb...
Hate is null...
Last breath...
Last heartbeat...
Goodbye, My Dear...
I retreat.
Sam Barger Mar 2014
With peace, One instantly recognizes war.
Sam Barger Mar 2014
With peace, One instantly recognizes war.
Sam Barger Mar 2014
Hey, Look! A Pirate ship!
Oh,****! Oh, ****!
A Pirate ship!
Look over there! A new Pirate ship!
Oh, ****! Oh, ****!
A new Pirate ship!
Look every where! At all of the ships!
Oh, ****! Oh, ****!
All the Pirate ships!
What do we do?! With all the Pirate ships!
Oh, ****! Oh, ****!
All the Pirate ships!
Share the Herb! Through Blunts and Splifs!
The Herb! The Herb!
Rolled in Blunts and Splifs!
And after we feast! On cheese covered treats!
We feast! We feast!
On cheese covered treats!
And after we sleep! On soft cotton sheets!
We sleep! We sleep!
On soft cotton sheets!
And when we awake! Again we will bake!
We'll bake! We'll Bake!
Again we will bake!
After they've thanked us! And returned in peace!
In Peace! In Peace!
They returned in Peace!
Sharing the wealth! With bags full of seeds!
With seeds! With seeds!
With bags full of seeds!
We've started a new friendship! With everyone in need!
Indeed! Indeed!
The whole worlds need!
We've calmed the mainland! And tamed all of the seas!
The seas! The seas!
We tamed all the seas!
Uniting the world of all Races and Creeds!
Banded together!
With one heart beat!
Our World is cleaner and we're Poverty free!!!
And to think it all started, with just one hit of ****!!!
One hit of ****! One hit of ****!
One hit of ****! One hit of ****!!!
Sam Barger Aug 2014
The air I breathe.
The apple to my eye.
The blood I bleed.
My laughs and cries.
The muse I need.
My strive for a better life.
The greatest sight I've ever seen.
My reason to do or die.
I just hope that...
It all isn't a dream.
Sam Barger May 2014
Keep your head up, Doll.
You're too beautiful for just the ground to see.
Sam Barger May 2014
Your chill will to drill and fill my gill
with an ill so shrill gives me a still thrill to ****
with a sharpened quill in hopes to distill and swill
a future bill of pills ending as a pulsing anthill
with a never ending refill of roadkill
like the piling dust at a memory sawmill.
0.o
Sam Barger Nov 2014
I drift away into the starlight again.
Seeking warmth in the cold shadows of the night.
Death's cold breath rolls down my neck with charming whispers of taking me home.
Holding the Devil's cold, black steel of a hand with wooden finger tips,
I look him in the eye.
He winks,
Casting a bright light
Illuminating the film of my life's risings and falls.
I bow,
He applauded.
The show has ended.
In his carriage,
He takes me home.

— The End —