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  Oct 2014 Chris Shantel
jeffrey robin
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Oh yes !
                                           ( we are here )

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                               the          Rabble

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the

UNDESIREABLE PEOPLE

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Nothing less
Nothing more

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Sing your love

( pathetic love ! )

Sing your truth

( weak and feeble )

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Strut and prance
Then sit YE down

In war torn streets
amid the         Rubble

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We are here

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Nothing more
Nothing less

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We are here



So ?

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hey there pretty lady
I'm beguiled by your smile
do you think that maybe
you could stay awhile

I've a million things
I want to say to you
I've a whole lifetime
to spend loving you

I've been waiting for you
forever so long
now that I've found you
my heart is full of song

my gift of love
for you I declare
its fond endowment
we'll always share

hey there pretty lady
I'm beguiled by your smile
do you think that maybe
you could stay awhile
  Oct 2014 Chris Shantel
LA Brown
Every scar we carry tells a tale.

A tale of who we are,
it is ours and ours alone,
individual as we are.

I wear all of my scars with pride,
and my tale that is uniquely mine.

I hold my head up high,
for this is my scar,
my tale,
no one else's,
I own it.
  Oct 2014 Chris Shantel
LA Brown
He saw...
an over made-up clown, eyes caked in shadow, lips redder than reality, cheeks on fire.

She was...
hiding the pain of her appearance, trying to look like the "norm", feeling hideous and needing a mask.

He heard...
her voice shrill and loud, her attitudes obtrusive, her opinions waivering with the crowd.

She was...
desperate to be noticed, drowning in self-doubt, craving reassurance, acceptance.

He felt...
she was cold and callous, harsh with her words, dark and unloving.

She was...
hurt to the point of no return, a soul full of love with no one to love, no one to trust.

He left.

She was already gone.
  Oct 2014 Chris Shantel
Riley Lavender
I think
sometimes
I bring you up
in conversations
just so my lips
can form your name
We're all just broken pieces
Falling apart
We need the other half that fits
Fixing our heart
All our jagged edge and flaws
Coming undone
Just needing our matching soul
Our perfect "one"
Love is simply two imperfect people
Joining together
Making something more than perfect
*That lasts forever
Thanks to a friend for the inspiration to write this. ❤
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