two times the charm
a gallon of tears bedtime rituals and the most out of life still the glass is half empty a ring made of your mind tickets to dreams freedom from blame and three handfuls of safety now it's but half full
the disease of despair
gambling suicide hate groups ****** ****** symptoms, not causes of the brown blood drained from swines' pockets gather up your coat and your hat for the primetime event
could not blend the prints left by your face at the first dew of spring you renewed dried up roots with the last summertime you were near as the sun as I fall for the ruse my heart waits under leaves in the dark now I see that you've gone til next year
Triple-meter prose, for the elusive
I’d give you my love,
but my love just wouldn’t do, dear. If only you could use my love. Then I’d give you a hug and a kiss so soft that you wouldn’t fear what you’re dreaming of, my love. Oh, why then, love, why do you cry then, love? Why don’t you try some of what I’ve been thinking of? Darling, I’ve seen what’s above and it’s you, but you can’t see the truth. Let me lift you up, my love.
Lyrics for an AABA swing jazz song.
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they say there is more to learn than not.
that children are the future. shaping young minds is most admirable. working through ways for a few hours makes up for lifetimes without. the gift of knowledge makes all the difference. it is not our place to tell them how to be. we can only show them
for a young student who worked through his emotional attachment to a "pet bug" during our recess time.
Waltzing through the chaos that life’s left for today,
Dragging along my battered horn in case she wants to play ‘Scuse me, Ms. Bartender, but I’ve got something to say Ain’t nobody listening to the radio anyway I don’t need a soapbox, no suit or microphone Just a little place to spread some truth wherever I may roam I speak straight from the bottom of a bottle left at home The struggle’s so much easier when you take it on alone Hear ye, hear ye, gather round to hear a tale Of dreaming big, working hard, but destined still to fail Shredding that loopy little melody, The craziest cat you ever did see! Make you feel so alive, ladies screaming, “Wow boy!” I jump and I jive, cuz I’m a bebop cowboy
"Jazz is dead."
Nothing turns this angel down
Excellence, in the flesh And if they try, an evening gown In satin works the best Is beauty deeper than the skin? Surely she'll impress Instead of showing what's within She forces you to guess Eyes of gold been tarnished brown By tears that have been wept Dark and shining locks abound Make up for shades not kept Sin runs red in times of blue Every angel's seen Temptation's there to carry you When you have lost your wings Consider but the outside shell For that is most well-known Appearing to be straight from **** To garnish feelings shown How could she be so mean, you ask? What makes her be so spiteful? Why can't she see it's not a mask That makes her feel delightful? Lies frozen, held through time In silent desperation Hiding at the scene of the crime A ****** confrontation To free the memories from her head Would unleash such a fear She'd rather end the night instead As not to feel him near Ah, here's the one; the big bad wolf That's haunted all her dreams Whom proved too well by wearing wool All are not as they seem But I am ****, but skin and fur And showing her my core And telling her the parts that hurt While donning nothing more He's changed her mind, she's cast astray But I could be the shepherd To keep the hungry wolves at bay As countless dogs endeavored One light can only shine so much Before the flame has died To reignite it just a touch Of love might satisfy Surely there is nothing worse Than feeling left to dry Entrapped within a lover's curse And never knowing why Well, in defense of self-defense I must admit it's snide To hang her face upon the fence Until she's picked a side It's safe, my friend, just be yourself ***** down to nothing hidden And let emotion feed your health By eating the forbidden A heart must be coaxed from its hide With tenderness and passion In order for the passersby To notice what has happened From way out here it's hard to tell But underneath a soul That liberates a girl of twelve Longs for a soul to hold To hold would mean to carry, too When harsh times rear their heads To be the one to follow through When love needs to be fed But most of all it means to dress With confidence or loathing Just make sure you can impress A saint in Sinner's clothing