Poem by: D. Clare

She bid me greetings into her
charms I swam
Now, I look back from where it all began...

She walked by quickly, caught my eye while my hat blew away...

We became close strangers on that day

Deranged encounter as we floundered
The serendipity
Synchronicity splendor kissed as the whispers flew astray

An array of gestures hastened our embrace then melted our beings intertwined
We wined and dined in the sublime
The she went away...

By: David W. Clare

The aging secretary bugged me all morning, she even tossed salt in my womb: eh wound, er I mean coffee...
That old tuff broad must be nuts!

Hector, was juggling the books behind Tracie's back again. He's blind enough to fall for them goofy lies...

Another day at the office with a hang-over the size of a rusted-out Buick yanked out of an old junkyard swamp. Boy, was I zonked...

My broken-down dented up car ran out of gas on the freeway. The tow truck almost broke apart from being too old...

I swear, that creep-faced driver looked familiar. Yeah, that's it! I saw his mug-shot in the old town-square post office last year. He probably lied, told me he goes bowling on Saturday nights.

What a hidden agenda...

My job was answering calls until Shelly gets back in town...

Her kid-sister went berserk and wound up in a not-so straight-jacket.

She is a kept-woman, forced to serve and sleep with a callus man she cares nothing about...

The county hospital phoned; she took an overdose, went into a coma...

That's life in the big city!
It's a pity that old hidden agenda...


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by   d. clare

Up2u you kid, all you do and what you did
You live for now, anyway, anyhow you want to
You got to give your plan, to the main man
Any slight-of-hand will haunt you
The Little Time You Own...Be cool you fool, play it smart, know the rules
Surely someday maybe soon, you too will depart
You can take physically from somebody, anybody, every body else
Only stealing deep inside, from your own **** self

The Little Time You Own...There's a ***** on the cellular yelling your name
It's easy to say "Ah, to hell with her"
Don't want to be dealing out hate; start using your brain
You're straying away from the great halls of fame
The Little Time You Own...
Get the job done today, there's no place to run away to
Fight for your dream, you got to go it alone
You only have a little time left, a little time on your own

The Little Time You Own...                            It's easy to be kickin it, stop with that fool
Enough is too much, rise above to the new school
Let your energy flow; learn what you need to know then go
The little time you own...
Everyday is one day less to move your plan
Write it down, you got two hands
Jump I say, give it all you can, got to be your own manThe little time you own...Ain't no way out if you give in to the crime
No doubt you'll be left behind
Fools break the rules, make up your mind
Unless you don't mind dyin'
The little time you own...
Your days are numbered; your nights are few
Get smart and you'll start to forget being
a rebel, a rebel without a clue
The little time you own...
Don't let yourself wander much longer in the breeze
When you have seen the visions that no one else sees
Make yourself strong for all the great possibilities
The little time you own...
Act fast, don't dwell in the past
Choose first place or come in last
You'll move on to the front of the line
If you're kind to others, all your sisters and your brothers, cause it's...
The little time you own...
  
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Trying all day to find the right merge, planning every way just how to quench this here urge
Now walking my way, I may come on to her, dare I not scare her, should I loose this cool...

All I want is just to take-a-peek, as she grabs my attention: is she too shy to speak?

Until this fine girl I met; she hadn't found me yet - Well, there ain’t no crime in tryin', so don’t get so upset

It’s just my curiosity!  It’s got the better, the better of me
(ay ay ay ay) I can’t help if I like what I see

The chance comes once, only once in-a-while
We might just flip it upside-down tonight, so's I can teach her how to smile!

(Drums: Boom Ba Boom Ba Boom Ba Boom Boom Bap!)

Now hidin' my face isn't what I do best - I just want to know ifin' I can pass your test
You see it makes no difference to me if I embarrass myself
Hell, that's the only way I know to find me somebody else

I’m a thrill hunter, not some geek, Better hurry up, like there’s no time to be meek

Some say it’s the thing that really killed the cat - Well, I got nine lives: an' I ain’t turning back

It's just...My curiosity!  That's got the better, the better of me
(ay ay ay ay) I can’t help if I like what I see

Them pretty things come once, only once in-a-while
I'm gonna smash her bedroom wall, make her flower stand tall!

Say pretty lady, now maybe be sad, but I ain't no stalker or Moon howlin' mad
Say like when you give me that time of day, you might just spend a minute, not just walk away...

And satisfy, satisfy... My Curiosity!
Why, ay, ay satisfy, satisfy this: hungry guy you see!
Well satisfy, satisfy all of my curiosities
(Why ay ay) satisfy, satisfy the lonely night come see
Just make Love to Me!


Written in Bangkok, Thailand
David Wayne Clare  (c) In Perpetuity - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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Life is but a dream in an instant we are born
It's only a test to see who can survive
Most don't care if they're alive
Taking away from those who are blind
Run but can't hide all though you might try
Karma is the law of fate
We all have a date with or without a mate
Steal from me its ok you'll have to pay me back someway

The greatest thing you'll ever learn is to love and be loved in return...

D. Clare & Eden Aban

Plagerized ending

There is no such thing as not having a policy! Ask someone on the street what their policy is. Perhaps many will say they don't have a policy. That's ignorant!

"In life if you do not create and adopt and live by a policy that you like, life by default will give you a policy that you probably won't like."

D. Clare

The mood was quite arrousing
Simply sumptuous you'd say
Body language talking loud
Looks just gave it all away

I could tell she was in heat
So I had to pursue then she started to act like I was someone she knew

Oh I had to play along with that sweetheart cherry bomb
All our senses where heightened how do we keep it calm

Eyes that touch
Can say so much
Oh eyes that touch can't look away as such
Eyes!
Oh eyes.
The eyes
They see...

Sweetheart cherry bomb
Eyes

Sweetheart cherry bomb!

Eyes that touch say too much...

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D. Clare

By: David W. Clare

Having fun doing the hoola hoop
Grandma yells at us to quiet down
We act like clowns jump up and down run around shhhhh!

Soon lunch is ready we eat outside
Grandma cooks for us with her
Old fashioned pride...

Grandpa snores asleep, were not allowed to touch his new TV
Us kids get most every thing for free
Do behave or no more candy
As our uncle sips on his crystal glass of brandy

Our school teacher told us all to think
When we grow up were not allowed to drink...

We love grandma's basement...

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"It’s cheap to judge another by the costly costume they wear."

d. clare

By: David W. Clare

Broken down drunken ****
smokes a menthol cigarette down to the ****...

Sits around all **** day
******* down a cheap bottle of gin... Determined not to work, her lower back hurts from flappin' her hammer toe feet in the air...

Lee's press on fingernails bitten off stuck in the orange **** carpet and the bar stool chair...

Complains on the phone that life, just ain't fair...

Avon encrusted Divorcé with her nasty ******* tattooed son back in the county pokey...

Won't get off her frumpy ****,
At night she's the skanky wig hat loud perfumed truck stop pump!

Wisconsin trailer trash, lives on food stamps and the county welfare trough...

Spitting up Cheetos, hacking out loud from smokers cough...

Wayne Newton records, playing' after all these years...

Passed out again, drunk from too many stolen trailer park beers...


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By: David W. Clare

I drove her home, to her secret couchet
Across the mountains to the valley of splendor...

Adventure was in store!

Late night lonely struck
I noticed her in the crowd
Deafening Silence ensued
I pursued her slowly...

She appeared to be the Scheherazade
I must applaud her now!

I asked her name she told me..
Brandy
Telepathy played sexually
We walked away...
...to her love nest to play!

We arrived at dusk...
We both knew we must explore in lust!

I was thirsty for some Brandy...

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A diatribe in the making...

The demon gods of pathos
By d. Clare
Preface
The mind is a mysterious realm where emotions are stored and collected churning out controlling our moods emotions and
Feelings overwhelming us creating joy or rage.
I hate you I love you?
Where do all the demon s come from.
The two kinds of minds in most are either reactive or responsive thinking.
"Most people would rather die than think."
Bertrand Russell
Reality being subjective requires daily choices. If one decides to drop out of school, quit ones job, go shopping, its all about choices.
Some people like to live in the country while most prefer the city.
stress is damage to the nervous system where no mytosis exists.
Sigmund Freud was the modern day discoverer of psychosis.
" Most people are psychotically misinformed stingy with their time love and attention overemphasizing their importance to the universe."
Buddha was born in 662 BC
In India. He suggested that what we see in others is actually what we see in ourselves.
Beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder.

(Money is an acronym...)

Like the treasures of the Sierra Madres
Humphrey Bogart just sat and cried while John Huston laughed!
Misfortunes come from greed
Parsimony is the demon seed
...payola and graft!

Let's rob the bank, steal from the homeless cheat on our partners wage war on innocent people?

***** cash money buys only ill gotten fate.

I hate you; no I mean I love you!

If you pay me!

Material Obsession Never Eternally Yours =
M.O.N.E.Y.

For the love of money = the venom of foolery...  Anagram

D. Clare

These things called people

All I ever meet are liars
The anagram tells all
Relationships sink worse than boats
Phoniest liars
I love you?
Yeah right but of course
The human race =
Much hate near
Anagram has it
The planet earth =
Elephant threat
The anagram has it
Women = me now
She stepped on my face
Stole my blue suede shoes
Monster lady gave me the blues
Now I ain't gots no shoes
My rent is overdue
**** it!

By: David W. Clare


What's so tender about a bar tender after marriage fails?

Get drunk and fall off the stool!

Hung over again?

Can't drink her off my mind that way...  We rolled in the hay that day!

Buyer beware, for fools rush in!

That was the girl who once said she loved me...

How very quickly now I run away!

No ones gets married in the night!    Who wants a night marriage?

Marriage?   Me?   No way!
... it's a night mare!

A grim era indeed, sadly the tradition continues to consume the Church going newlyweds who seek the American Dream..

I'd much rather enjoy being alone taking a... weird vacation!

Destination unknown...


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By: David W. Clare
(about my long bed pillow with Zebra like stripes)

She sleeps all day and night
Let's me hold her tight
In bed she never complains
She always looks the same
Wears the only clothes she has
Let's me kiss her soft and pretty face
In her black and white pillow case

She is about four and a half foot long
She likes me to sing to her my newest poems and songs

Never in the mood to eat
Let's me use her to rest my feet
She's cute clean and chubby
She knows I won't cheat, thinks I'm her hubby

So soft, cuddly, warm and fuzzy
Better than any girl who's kissed me under the willow
I'm in love with Miss Zebra, my fluffy, yummy, great-big pillow...

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By: David W. Clare

I know what you want, I got what you want...

I know what you need, I got what you need...

You know what I want ...and I want you!


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Las Vegas is the town she dreamed of when we spoke on the phone...

Being young and stupid, I thought with the wrong head!

Her pictures were retouched, shows how much I know...

She spoke no English, I spoke no Japanese!

Like a small figurine I once saw, Asian women have two faces...

Matched pairs are juxtaposed between mixed races!

Buyer beware is the same as beauty is in the eye of the beer holder...


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She reads my mind
Hates to be his slave
Oh, how I crave her now!

She pretends, not to see my eyes watching her every move...

...fire in the night: glows between her frightened thighs...

She puts on her makeup, it's her only disguise...

Men, wear no make up; afraid-not to speak lies...

Women wear makeup to hide their alibis...

She pretends!


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Her Korean Dagger eyes, led me astray that otherwise sanguine night at the...

Going-out-of-business bankrupt sushi bar!
 
By far the nastiest *** I ever had; I was glad until she cut my head off and puked down my neck…

Oriental ladies are peculiar that a way...

She was the succubus or the seductress or perhaps the demure murderess…

Who knows?

All I know: she was the temptress; the fire-wild waitress in a Seoul sushi bar

 I was on visa overstay; drunk almost every night and day

Akin to a spastic kid in a candy shop!

We met in the ladies room; smashed into each other like a pair of rusted nails!

Her pantyhose ripped open like cobwebs in a raging windstorm…

We sloppily kissed after she slapped my face!

Next thing I know; she stole my wallet!

Then I awoke; the joint closed down, the dark roused me up…

I was glad she ran off with the boss…

Now, I can go back to my guest house room and sleep it off!

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By: David W. Clare

In the spring time fresh cool air
Emergerges our secret friend!
Chubby boy hides his head
Gives us advice after we sleep in our bed...

He braves the storms of winters edge...
Burrows away, eats from the hedge

Pokes out his cute furry head...

"Listen up kids!", he's heard to say
"Winter is over, so come out and play!"


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By: David W. Clare

Once a happy baby in her mama's tender arms
She grew up fast and left the family farm...

Traded some Rough Rider dude for a roll in the hay...

Tattooed black and blue on the Harley road to hell
Tuff road to ***; now she’s rollin’ down the open hard highway...
So sad, she's going, now she’s gone astray!

Tuff Rubber Doll

Loves a dirt bag doped out punk
Smokes a lot she thinks she's hip!
Now pregnant from a chump *** toad!
Hell dump her off at the truck stop up the road...


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Child hood friend age five years old
Pecked my teeth to get up and play
Grandma was there to protect us both
Now those years have gone away

No one wants to get old and turn grey
Color our hair but that just looks fake
Vanity unfair we lie to ourselves
All things decay the best asset is good health

I smoke and drink to try and forget
I'm my own worst enemy ashamed of my debt

A self made failure not young anymore
Where is my baby duck maybe he waits in heaven for me?

Trying to find the path back to yesterday the older I get the harder it is to be...

Dave

By: David W. Clare

Dogs love to play, while cats run away... but pigs loaf around, eat up junk all day...

Dogs like to bark, so kids come home at dark

Cats meow: drink milk, then hide inside the park...

Pigs oink for slop, and corn and tons of stuff...

Then they all go to sleep, when they've all had enough!


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I used to be rich

I was an ******* so full of my self
Treated people cruelty now I'm flat broke
The Lord has humbled me to the ground
I'm poor and alone
Cry about all I've lost
Falling through the abyss
I once had it all
Then suddenly I became humpty dumpyy took a great fall over the wall of derision
Now I suffer like a stupid ***
No where left to run
I'm not young anymore
Hit rock bottom once more
I ain't got no friends
No family no one
Go girl friend
No nothing but shame
No one left to blame

By: David W. Clare

...where the down trodden trade in
their woes for more ***** and dope, for those with no hope...

Junkies, drunkies and the hapless disenfranchised **** of humanity enjoy commingling in the material ruins of rusted up tools

Unable to shed their grief to falsely find relief investing in the misery of others...

Stolen junk for sale!

A sickening menagerie garbage pit of doom

A sad room of mental midgets as they fidget like neurotic goons...

The hideous merchant recoils your offer in jest

Might one suggest avoid the crap trap of broken barbarism...

Saws, wrenches and shovels to merely dig ones pitiful self a deeper pit of derision

A better decision?

Goodwill stores are there to empower the solution whilst the lowly pawn shop sadly empowers the pollution...

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She came from another world
To tease me and beat me to tears
Look but don't touch is my greatest of fears.

Here she comes, there she goes
I reach out to clench her love but **** pow, she just went up in smoke...

I've been all over from scene to scene
Only to wind up alone upon these darkened cold lonely streets

Dream doll stepped on my face
Still I need her charms ah to kiss her lovely face...

Maybe someday I will find her by surprise but I know she has many young other guys...

Still I can dream if that's the way it was meant to be

Anodyne in the night to me she's quite lovely...

D. Clare

Once upon a time the world was clean
Unmarred from hate and suspicion
Now my attrition has been seen
I get arrested tested finger printed then falsely accused used abused in my drunken choose to snooze
My life is now derailed the only thing left is the paper trail ...

Clare d.

What could be more real then reality itself?...but to a person who is perhaps Third Eye Blind nothing is real... to those who despise poetry they must be culturally bankrupt and if so then take all the books off the shelves and close down the libraries for those who see poetry as something that isn't real ... that kind of myopic opinion makes me sick...

Opinion vary...

D. Clare

I'm upset from old girlfriend who obviously cares nothing for literature and poetry... How can anyone be so incredibly stupid?

By: David W. Clare


She loves him but he wants her **** sister...

Young kissing cousin wants to get porked by the older mister...

He loves his best friends wife
Soon he is divorced cause they liked to flirt, now his **** got knocked in the dirt...

He loves her but she loves him, here it goes: so fast around again...

Ah yes, its that old tradition of suspicion... Welcome to that tried, tested and untrue... The Scary-Go-Round!

He ran away, divorced his ugly old naging wife to marry the bosses secretary...

Soon she left him for a younger man who now spends the old ******* hard earned money on things he never had...

So very sad this vile intrepid ride of Trojan horses running wild through the drama of people's marriages and divorces...

The lawyers and the courts are filled with cases like litigious costly resorts... when the party is over!

Beware, the dizzy spin of the Scary-Go-Round, will run you over...

He loves her but she loves him, here it goes: so fast around again...


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By: David W. Clare

Pawned around in your asinine game
Only to wind up in your hall of shame

Goodbye my Queen, to me you were too mean...
I'm now free as a Knight on the singles scene...

Tired of being rooked by your jealous heart
Fatal attraction, tore us apart...

I remember our very first date
You tried too hard to control my fate...

Soon you'll find yourself a brand new King
I bet he'll be dumb enough to buy you a wedding ring!

Get married by the Bishop in your Church of sin
Enjoy yourselves, I'll buy you both a bottle of Gin

Living with you was a sad drag on my plate, we failed at love so now we hate...

I must now concede and give up... you win!  ...Check Mate!

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The elevator was broken down, the stairwell rusted up...

I saw an airplane in the sky, it was stuck; couldn't fly!

Birds swarmed into an old haunted house
Walked into a still life painting, quiet as a church mouse...

Two-lane highway, telephone poles with no wires
Firetrucks alarming with no sound, no fires to be found...

An invisible wind blew my mind  
As she waited from across by the Sea...

I tried my best to find her; then she vanished far from reach...

Then, I knew it was the Calm Before the Storm...


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Her bedroom was a mess, Girlie things strewn about...
Heels and pantyhose flying around as she got undressed...

I did the same, I didn't even know her name!

She told me her husband was out of town...

We both were half-crocked, her martini spilled on the rug...

We held each other and hugged!

****, then I awoke as the phone rang!

This ****** dream seemed more than real...
I had been celibate since about last May!

Wrong number; same crap different day...

The hotel operator was told to hold all my calls!

Tried to catch more sleep in hopes of capturing her *** in that dream...

Then, came a hard knock on my hotel room door.

A strange angry man, looking for his wife showed me her photograph...

I was stunned!

I told him about my dream, it seemed he thought it was in jest!

Punched me in the face...

Glad there were some band aids in the medicine chest...

Then, I realized I must lock-down the latch...

Making love to his wife; with no strings attached...


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As I hop aboard the east bound rails, scurring past graffiti

Sojourned to many islands but never once to Tahiti...

Derailed and bivouacked in Bangkok, a ***** house of mirrors

No, I don't drink beers...

Cloak and smoking dagger
Partied with fools to **** Jagger

Run over in the streets to yet again, cheating the odds

Never odd or even, it all depends on what you believe in!

Trains, boats and planes cannot find your way home

My thought now is... to be alone!


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What you think you see in me
is a reflection in what you see in yourself
therefore a picture in your mind
You are you're worst enemy
I'm NOT your enemy
go fight the man in the mirror
I won't condemn you nor commend you
I shall not cast pearls to swine...

I know it takes love and understanding to make a good thing happen and transcend

So forever I will always tell you darling you'll be more to me than just my friend

I get high such a big love high every time I think about this thing

Makes it hard for me to ever slow down when the sun always seems to be rising

Sky's the limit
And I wanted to say nothing can stop us or get in our way

Sky's the limit
And I want you to know, this love will grow oh

There ain't no need to ever be demanding
Mystic love will be right here for you
I can't explain this magic kinda feeling
That always happens when you're in my view
We have our lives and a lifetime to share
Love will take us everywhere
This heavy vibe sure feels light as a feather
Keep reaching for the sky and put our love together

I'm in heaven baby
In seventh heaven...

D. Clare

Where is she please someone
Tell for I must know
Out there I'm sure to find her
Love has to show

I hear her calling softly from a far away meadow
I peer through every shadow, silence echoes...

Wake from every strange dream
To the sound of my lovely queen...

She's the one who draws me near her
Oh yes the girl I've never seen...

So where is she please someone tell for I must know
Out there I'm sure to find her love has to grow...

She comes over drinks with me all night
But when the morning comes the bottle is empty and dry
In bed alone I wake up hungry then I cry

The phone number she left is disconnected, lipstick on my bathroom mirror

Alone forever is the worst thing I fear

Off to the store to buy another bottle of velvety girl...

Her name is Brandy, she is my joy my thrill, my candy!
To me she is loyal and goes down smooth and warm
She came to me from a love novel page torn...

Two dimensional but she asks for nothing in return
Better than the real deal that way I can't get burned...
She puts out my angry fire then goes up in smoke
I light another cigar to simply try and cope... How she understands!
I'm her man...

Liquid lady Knocks upon my door
She has what I want she is my lovely liquid *****...


David John Clare

By: David W. Clare


Inside the heart of a lovely wife...

She's changed her ways to share her life!

Over time she grows lonely in the night...

She thinks about growing old and the day she must retire!

Soon, she yearns for lustful desire...

It's an age-old genetic plan!

She has no time for boy scouts or nerds, she's often heard telling lies...


When she finally meets this renegade, all hell breaks out in fire!

Clandestine infatuation, rules her incestuous emotions...

She puts on her finest of body lotions...

She looks at herself in her private mirror; to be sure she's ready to be desired...

She feels her husband cannot adhere and is unaware of caring of her need,

She wants to breed!  She has needs!

So now it's time to rendezvous, meet for tea one fine afternoon!

After they meet at that quiet café, her taboo dessert is of… forbidden fruit!



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I gave you all I had to give, still you wanted more, you stole the very heart right out of me
I lived and breathed and dressed for you, I even undressed for you
Now, I have but one request of you…


It’s so hard to admit to this mistake, true confessions of a royal-rake
At times you were so very odd, a Valentino, a Marquis De Sade
I got cut up in your one-way game now I’ve got no one but myself to blame
I’ll get back at you, someday you will pay, but for now I can only pray that you’ll…

Put it back where you found it the love you took from me
Put it back where you found it my hearts in misery
Put it back where you found it the life you took from me
It’s so hard to live without what you took so easily

Yours is the kind to take control, a thief of love without a soul
Return my heart and take these blues, there’s no use keeping what you can’t use
I’ve known lots of guys but you’re unique the way you hypnotize and your mystique
I fell for your scent an aphrodisiac, but you’re just a clever kleptomaniac

Put it back where you found it the love you took from me
Put it back where you found it my hearts in misery
Put it back where you found it the life you took from me
It’s so hard to live without what you took so easily

The best thing in my life that I could ever do would be to simply stay away from you but I can’t as long as you have that divine part of what was once mine so I’m asking you just put it back…


(The anagram of VIOLENT DATE = *******)

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By: David W. Clare

Going to school and studying books
Is far better than most video games
It's a shame to hang out with bad boys!

Stay away from those things bad bears do...

Rise above, become a leader in your own school...
Get smart, get high grades...

You'll thank yourself when you get older one day...

When you rise: you become wise!

Smarter than the average bear...


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She married him, then soon she hated him
He promised her the Sun the Moon and the stars...

He now drinks alone in small town bars...

Relationships are phoniest liars
They realized soon what natural born killers they'd become

He's on the run!

She's come undone...

Is there life on the dark side of the honeymoon?

What goes up, soon comes down
The Moon comes up as the Sun leaves town...

Kids got in the way, they ran away!
Broken home, all now live alone...
...in the Twilight Zone

She married him, then soon she hated him
He promised her the Sun the Moon and the stars...

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I could use some better luck, need a four leaf clover 
But All I seem to get is another hangover 
If you can't beat ‘em; your gonna hafta join ‘em 
Coasting in a bar somewhere off the coast of Wyoming  

One more shot before the neon starts to blink 
I can't get drunk watching other people drink

Well no one ever died from second hand drinking

That old gal made me cry and she wouldn’t stop-a-lying; Hell, she’s on my mind again!

I swore I’d quit, never touch another Beer, Whisky or Gin

... that was the time I was last happy back then…

The moon come up and I woke up in a thirst 
Guess I Better not drink or my liver’s gonna burst!

God, it will only make it worse 
At least I don't smoke and I'm tired 
To do much thinking 
Hell No one ever died of second hand drinking

(...for all illegitimate children)

By: David W. Clare

Allow no one to rain on your camp fire dream
Say nothing, just keep up your self esteem...

Knowing in your heart you're unique from everyone
Read the Holy Bible, it offers you
Vision... for you will be number one...

Never fight any fool, you may win the battle, but you will lose the war

Instead of anger choose to laugh at life, then you'll grow stronger and that's for sure...

Remember, love conquers hate...

Never lose hope cause you have a date with success for that is your fate... you were born to be nothing but great!

Welcome to the Valley of Love!

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(A ghost story)
By: David W. Clare

She came to me in an ancient time machine
In my dreams each night I see her watching over me...

How strange can this be?

Ghost girl of orient ancient glory has shown me her Rosetta Stone story
She's as mysterious as the dead sea scrolls...

I'm overwhelmed!

Her Facebook page seems so real
Now I know, she's from another realm...


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By: David W. Clare

She failed in school, now she breaks that golden rule...
Hair dyed, rugged burned runaway from the wrong side of the tracks

Now she attacks the old love hungry one eyed jacks
Impetuous and angry bottled blond: gone astray, she learns how to betray...

Wild trailer trash ***** goes shopping all day...


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She always bugs me
Makes me crazy...

Sushi IS my second favorite thing to eat!

Her best friend wants to **** me in bed!
Perhaps that's the best place to die!

The way that dumb broad talks, makes a man wanna put a gun to his head!

Choose your weapons carefully, it's war in any relationship these days...

Savvy girl power, can break a fools heart in less time than it takes to tie your shoes!

Rather than turn gay, I decided to leave her and walk away...

Her mother resembled an old man with a moustache!

Making my life's plans crash, like making a broken down flop-house bed...

The laundrymat was closed when I checked in to the No Tell Motel...

The cold weather wind started to howl...

I remember that strange smell like someone forgot to throw in the towel...


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A brilliant Ruby glows from a distant shore
A girl I adore; not the girl next door!
The quest of man’s vision…
The best of the Philippines…
On a scale of 1 to 10, a true17!

The Cinderella of my dreams…

Animal attraction deep from within the Earth!
Her mama gave birth to the girl of high esteem…

Any man would want her, and to worship her feet!

Adorn, glorify, behold, only a fool would not see her charm... A girl so rare to meet!

Halik Halikan: is her fruit-flavored kiss

That man is now me… in a state of tortured bliss!


An expression of respect: as I know she empowers the solution…


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"Your mind is your best asset, learn to use it before this world will surely dare to confuse it."

D. Clare

By: David W. Clare

The richer they are the harder they cry...

How happy is he who has no money
Sounds funny?

Once upon a time a rich old lady I knew in Beverly Hills

She saw dirt upon her fancy floors where none existed...

Bitterly, she yelled and insisted to her brow-beaten maids...

I had to defend as she pretends ...there must be dirt upon her floor...

Yea, indeed there was dirt upon the floor, the floors of her mind were contaminated with filth...

The Love Boat she invented soon sank to her drowning in not so wealthy Titanic oceanic dirt ridden mud and shark infested floors...

The anagram for...
Beverly Hills = Shrivel Belly

Hotel California = Oh, I fornicate all


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