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 May 2016
Stranger Blue
Why are hearts so disconnected?
Why is hate so persued and
love so neglected?
Why are smiles so rejected while a
grimace is thoroughly respected?

How is it that common courtesy
Is so hard to be projected?
When rudeness and pompousness
are praised and erected?

Why are good deeds and hard work scrutinized
and dissected?
When selfishness and greed are voted on and elected?

Why do the needs of the many go so undetected?
While the wants of the few are sought out and collected?
Why are the rights of some being constantly injected,
while the rights of others are going unprotected?

I guess humanity has been misdirected.
Technology has replaced what really makes us
socially connected.
Is there any way for the family unit to be resurrected?
For us ...the human race to truly be interconnected?

I don't know...Why is life never what is expected?
 May 2016
Grimmest
I feel your comfort upon my skin,
And I bask in the light of your beauty.
The glow of spring is here again,
It is no longer dark and gloomy.

I watch the sunset blossom with warmth,
And I feel a sense of wonder.
The brilliant sun upon my face,
And my mind begins to ponder.

Why do I feel so empty inside,
With dreams so dim and foggy.
I see birds so free up in the sky,
And a chill spreads through my body.

The flowers are once again in bloom,
With scents that are alluring.
The feeling of dread remains unchanged,
I am alone and hurting.

I have a mask that hides my pain,
This smile of fake emotion.
I wish to fly away from here,
On a cloud above the ocean.
 May 2016
VS aka Jason Cole
Wake up every mornin'
Strap those work boots on
Alarm clock's alarmin'
Ain't no place like home
Time's already wastin'
Lord knows I want to stay
But the man is there waitin'
And I've got to have my pay

Gotta pay those taxes
Gotta pay my bills
Some folks live for workin'
I just work to live

Jimmy's got a good job
More than a decent wage
He built him a hot rod
Ain't ever seen the light of day
Yeah, he's got plenty money
Seems to have it made
Now he's got a second job
Saw him just today

Jimmy's lost his passion
Jimmy don't know his kids
Jimmy lives for workin'
Me, I work to live

I come from Alabama
Where all my kin folks fled
They left for a better life
At least that's what they said
And like a sheep I followed
Stayed within the fold
Now my life is mostly borrowed
On cards, and deeds, and notes

Need some satisfaction
I'm feelin' unfulfilled
Sick and tired of workin'
Gotta work to live
This is a song. Shout out to Thomas A. Robinson!
 May 2016
cgembry
Waters pour
From clouds on high
Restoring life
To a world so dry

I long to be reborn
Like the grass and grain
So I kick off my shoes
To dance with the rain
 Apr 2016
Mark Tilford
I don't care what people say
Even though I was not raised that way
Momma says "You have to care what people say"
I have reached the age
I don't care what they say
They say whatever they want to say
They don't go with me to pray
My bills they sure don't pay
So let them say whatever it is they say
On any given day
Their thinking cannot be swayed
So they can keep what they say faraway
If you listen to what people say
There is usually hell to pay

I don't care
What they say  

Why would you care what they say
!!
NOT ME
!!
you know i love you
cause i always tell you so
i don't play no games
with a sweet lover like you
come on down to the river
i got a bottle of wine
we'll laugh away the sunset
and make love until the dawn
you know i love you
Choka
 Apr 2016
Lopz
They told me that I'm not meant for this kind of stuff that
all I'll be good for is doing simple tasks like cleaning and ....
well that's just it  you have no other skills so you can be a janitor for the rest of your life hows that sound?
But why you don't know me like that and you only seen me do one thing so you can't judge me about anything yet give me some time and I can promise you that I'll bloom into something you never thought would become of me. That's all I have say thank you for your time.
My reaction to when people say I can't do something or won't be someone
 Apr 2016
Happynessa
I understand the importance of anchors
And know what can happen when the
Rope that ties them to their life is cut

But here in the warm sea of creativity
I can feel the wings of happiness beating
As geese draw giant arrows in a red sky

Love cherishes these precious moments as
It anticipates the next heartbeat of potential
While mother tide puts the salty beach to bed
 Apr 2016
martin
Who will mend this broken chair
This useless one just standing there
Waiting for a drop of glue
Who will mend it, if not you?

Then take this lonesome broken heart
Can you fathom where to start
Who can make it beat anew
Who can mend it, if not you?
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