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Silly little bird,
I see you leap and play.

I wish that I could soar,
the way you do so gay.

I see you in the sky,
I watch you as you sway,
like a gentle lover,
upon the breeze you stay.

I wish that I could fly,
the way I see you do.

if only I had wings,
I'd leap and fly like you.

For now I'm just content,
to listen to you coo,
and dream of flying high,
way up there in the blue.
I was sad and this bird I saw jumping at it's own reflection made me laugh despite myself. And so I wrote a poem about the bird I saw to keep the memory.
As I **** this cigarette
my life go's up in smoke,
in clouds of gray and white
some day I'll die of stroke.

If only I would quit
this habit that I have,
my lungs would never rot
all cancerous and scabbed.

And though I know this all,
to my love I still return,
for nicotine I crave for nicotine I yearn.

Take this poem to heart,
and let thy cigarette go,
for dieing of lung cancer
is the slowest death I know.
wanna hear me  reading this?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AdOHXCTrZSk
I'd plow her like the a farmer.
I'd mount her like a knight.
and if someone was looking.
I'm sure it'd be quite a sight.

I'd slay her with my dagger.
It's hidden in my pants.
and the only way she'll find it.
is with her scalie slant.

I'd stab her every night.
I'd stab her every day.
I'd stab her in the noon time.
I'd stab her in the hay.

I know my blade is useless,
for killing foe or fiend.
but for slaying  scalie women
there's none better to be seen.
I got a thing for lizards...
The glamour and glistening, the perfect touch,
the sound of applause at the runway strut.
The cloths the fashion, I love it all,
my favorite past time; the shopping mall.
when I go out into the light,
my looks tern heads. oh what a plight.
This was written for a friend.
The silent night speaks to my soul,
as I hear the crickets and the thunder roll,
I look off to the eastern sky,
the rain will come soon like tears from from my eyes,
I feel the burden of the clouds to come,
The past is a muse for why I'm so glum,
the wind picks up as the moon becomes covered,
my soul cries out for my dear dieing mother.
sometimes you got to role with your muse even if you have no idea why you wrote it.
God your far greater than ever I knew, than when first I asked for forgiveness from you.

Emblazoned and emboldened, ignited and aghast, that never I knew your love was so vast.

My new hope, my cry!, my plea!, is salvation be shown to all who I see.
Your love your grace your wisdom your power, will never again I ever dishonor.

For salvation is the greatest gift that I see, than ever there was a gift given to me.
My load is now light, my burdens are gone, now taken away by my savior your son.
A sea of gray and white
and spots of blue so bright
with beams of shining light
oh what a wondrous sight

The rain did trickle down
though sun shown all around
I spoke not but a sound
to disturb the peace I'd found.
true story
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