There's something about those sad songs
That make us want to cry
Written when hearts are broken in two
When someone says goodbye

They play them on the radio
To remind us of our pain
It takes us to an empty place
A place, we can't explain

Sometimes it's just a memory
We never want to lose
We turn out the light late at night
As our hearts start singing the blues

They're written with pain and paper
Whenever you're feeling bad
A verbal tear, we long to hear
A song that makes us sad

There's something about those sad songs
That gives us back control
Written by broken hearted people
And soothes a hollow soul

I bet you didn't know that the 7 dwarfs
Used to work for Santa Claus
Yep, they all got fired from the north pole
Cause they kept breaking too many laws

See, Doc was the north pole physician
He tended to those who were afflicted
But he was writing too many prescriptions
And three hundred elves got addicted

Then we have the dwarf called Sneezy
Sneezy became a problem too
Everywhere he goes he's blowing his nose
And they all came down with the flu

Next we have the dwarf named Sleepy
Now this one should speak for itself
He was always found somewhere laying down
Curled up in a corner on a shelf

Then there's the dwarf called Bashful
This one was just way too shy
And when they finally gave him his pink slip
He was too embarressed to say goodbye

That brings us to the dwarf named Happy
Now he was just a bundle of joy
But they just couldn't get him to do any work
Cause he was always playing with the toys

And of course we can't forget about *****
This one always did what they said
But he was a little slow, if you know what I mean
And they think he was dropped on his head

And last but not least we have Grumpy
He would stay out drinking all night
Now he was the the north pole's problem child
Cause he was always starting all the fights

Well that's the end of my story
And I really hope you're not annoyed
Did I tell you Snow White fired them too?
Yep, all seven dwarfs are unemployed

I bet you didn't know that the 7 dwarfs
Used to work for Santa Claus
Yep, they all got fired from the north pole
Cause they kept breaking too many laws

See, Doc was the north pole physician
He tended to those who were afflicted
But he was writing too many prescriptions
And three hundred elves got addicted

Then we have the dwarf called Sneezy
Sneezy became a problem too
Everywhere he goes he's blowing his nose
And they all came down with the flu

Next we have the dwarf named Sleepy
Now this one should speak for itself
He was always found somewhere laying down
Curled up in a corner on a shelf

Then there's the dwarf called Bashful
This one was just way too shy
And when they finally gave him his pink slip
He was too embarrassed to say goodbye

That brings us to the dwarf named Happy
Now he was just a bundle of joy
But they just couldn't get him to do any work
Cause he was always playing with a toy

And of course we can't forget about *****
This one always did what they said
But he was a little slow, if you know what I mean
And they think he was dropped on his head

And last but not least we have Grumpy
He would stay out drinking all night
Now he was the the north pole's problem child
Cause he was always starting a fight

Well that's the end of my story
And I really hope you're not annoyed
Did I tell you Snow White fired them too?
Yep, all seven dwarfs are unemployed



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She stands by the window waiting
As the tears stream down her face
"One day soon, I'll leave him", she says
As she hangs her head in disgrace

Beaten and battered, her bruises still hurt
With only the slightest of touch
For fifteen years, she's taken it
When will it be too much?

Her family have all deserted her
For they just can't understand
How can she say that she loves him
When he's such a horrible man?

His car pulls in their driveway
She shutters as he slams the door
She wipes her tears and puts on her smile
As her husband approaches, once more

She says, "Hi honey, how was your day?"
When she smells it on his breath
For he'd been drinking most of the day
And she knew he'd beat her to death

He grabs her by the hair of her head
And he throws her to the floor
She points the revolver and pulls the trigger
And screams, "You wont hurt me anymore"

Her lawyers called it self defense
But she just sat there and stared
"He was a piece of trash", they said,
"It's not like anybody cared"

Aquitted of all of her charges
She leaves to start a new life
She councils and tells her story
Of her years as Satan's wife

Trembling in my bed tonight
I cannot close my eyes
The movie on the late, late show
Says everybody dies

Now some say I'm a scaredy cat
But tonight is Halloween
What if someone kidnaps me,
And tries to eat my spleen?

I know there's no great pumpkin
Okay, maybe there is
What if he puts a spell on me,
And tries to make me his?

And I think that there's a monster
Who lives beneath my bed
I shiver and shake and stay awake
With covers over my head

There's something outside my window
And shadows on my wall
I think I hear some rattling chains
From the ghosts that's in the hall

Right then I hear this eerie voice
And feel this clammy hand
My wife says, "Hush and go to sleep,
You're supposed to be a man"

Beneath the autumn leaves lies a secret
Buried, underneath an old oak tree
A woman, for some time, gone missing
Now, just part of the scenery

A child of seventeen years, now silent
No marker, to show where she lay
She's been gone now, for more than a season
A sad story always ends this way

She cries out from her grave of sorrows
That one day, her body might be found
A rose decorates her shallow grave
With scattered leaves blowing on the ground

A victim of a crime, with no witness
Just another drug deal gone bad
She was only passing by when it happened
But she saw things, she probably shouldn't had

So if you're ever passing by an oak tree
And underneath, you see a single rose
Remember what's beneath the scattered leaves
A secret, where a single flower grows

Second hand smoke can **** you
But so can second hand love
Like a jumper on top of a building
'Til someone gives him a shove

You compare me to the way he was
Yet you never mention his name
But everytime I don't stack up
I'm the one that you blame

I see the way you look at me
With that cold and empty stare
Holding me and thinking of him
While wishing he was there

You talk about our future
While living in the past
I tell you how much I love you
You tell me I'm moving too fast

I die a little more each day
Because it's him you're thinking of
It's such a painful way to die
This thing, called second hand love

Romeo and Juliet, was written second best
For even Shakespeare himself, could have only guessed
That somewhere in a future place, a story would soon unfold
That would last throughout the ages and forever be retold

There would be no fancy thee's or thou's strewn across the page
No feuding families fighting wars, filled with all their rage
There would be no big finale, to only end in death
No poison would be swallowed, not a scent upon their breath

A story like this can only live when love was meant to last
A legendary tale of endless love that would never be surpassed
Handed down through history to make two lovers swoon
A story told ten million times beneath the lover's moon

Romeo and Juliet was just a fairy tale
In comparison to the story we wrote, it would even pale
Written in a language that lovers forever discuss
The story I've been talking about is simply the story of us

She loves me she loves me not
I wish she'd make up her mind
I keep telling her, that a man like me
Is almost impossible to find

I've told her how good looking I am
And she says, "Yeah whatever you say"
I say, "I know I am but I can't help it"
And that God just made me that way

I even tell her she's getting smarter
But she'll never be as smart as me
I think she understands what I'm saying
She just stands there staring at me

I try to tell her when she's getting fat
You'd think she'd be a little grateful
But no, she just starts calling me names
And saying some things that are hateful

I tell her when her cooking is bad
But she simply can't handle the truth
The last time I told her, she threw a plate
And caused me to chip a tooth

She loves me she loves me not
The petals on this flower come true
I keep telling her that I'm something special
But she just doesn't see it,.... can you?

It's the poet's greatest enemy
Before the words are found
For every poet hears it
And deafening, is its sound

Its voice is heard by one and all
Before the paper meets pen
An obstacle that we all must face
Before the words begin

It's the curse for every writer
No matter if you're good or bad
It can cause your words to fade away
With every thought you ever had

It's presence is always with us
No matter what we do
It can last for just a little while
Or even a month or two

It can seem like it lasts forever
As we labor throughout the night
And sometimes we can't escape
The silence before the write

There's places in the dark, where screams are void
For you can never hear a broken heart cry
They're hidden beneath a veil of pain
Where they break, but will not die

Their tears become their only words
For they're just too broken to speak
And though they try to love again
They're just too empty and weak

They've buried the broken promises
In a place where no one can find
They've scattered all their hopes and dreams
And their futures of every kind

Their emotions stay silent, all but one
And it's wrapped in an ocean of tears
There's no such thing as faith and hope
And love, just simply disappears

They never turn back, from where they came
For they know it's a dead end street
Their hearts lay silent, without a sound
And they're still, refusing to beat



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A mother and daughter
In the alley tonight
Huddle by a trash can
That offers them light

It renders them heat
As they try to stay warm
With no place to go
In the cold winter storm

The daughter only five
With no Santa this year
But she doesn't complain
As she sheds just one tear

The shelters are full
On this night, Christmas Eve
Her father, abusive
And forced them to leave

Like the Babe in the manger
With no room at the Inn
There's no one who cared enough
To let them come in

They didn't speak a word
As the held each other tight
Alone in the snow
On this silent night

Why can't anybody hear me?
I scream til my face turns blue
A lot of people stare at me
Like they're just passing thru

They act like I'm invisible
They don't hear a word I say
I keep calling out their names
But they just walk away

What was this thing I did
To make them all be so rude
They act like they're hiding
Or maybe trying to elude

And even my own children
Acted like I just don't exist
I tried calling to my wife
But she would only resist

It must have been horrible
This thing that I did
Then nothing but darkness
As they closed the coffin's lid

Silent whispers on a cold winter's day
Snowflakes dancing, as the wind makes them sway
The clouds hide the sun from watching their dance
He tries to peek through to give them a glance

The sparrows perched high on limbs trimmed in white
Watching the snowflakes, in awe of the sight
A rainbow appears and touches the ground
The snow keeps falling, not making a sound

A blanket of white now cover the trees
Its leaves long forgotten, lost to the breeze
The sound of laughter echoes through the field
Children playing, their wonderland revealed

The clouds relent, and give way to the sun
The storm is over, the melting's begun

My wife, she likes those six pack abs
But me, I've got a keg
She can see that thing anytime she likes
And I won't even make her beg

I see myself as a muscle man
I workout everyday
Watching Tv with my plate on my belly
And putting that food away

My workout plan is a strenuous task
All I gotta do is eat
I know it works 'cause my belly keeps growing
Until I can't even see my feet

I go to the gym at least five times a day
Gym is the name of my fridge
There's so many ropes holding up my pants
'Til it looks like the brooklyn bridge

Yep, she really loves those six pack abs
And she says I'm shaped like an egg
It takes a very long time to look like this
So she better get used to the keg

Somewhere on a battlefield
A man lays hurt and dying
While a million miles away
A mother is somewhere crying

Just one more day in hell
Where someone gave his life
His children, without a father
A widow for his wife

Asked to serve his country
In a far and distant land
Giving all he had to give
Then, dying in the sand

Hero's are born and never made
Just doing what is right
And in his darkest hour
His fear becomes his light

To some he's just a number
Not knowing the things he's done
But to me he's much more than that
To me he's someone's son

Somewhere beyond the dying embers light
A spark of hope will rescue me
Though the flames are now long since gone
The smoke still sets me free

An eternal flame now forever silenced
But a breeze of redemption blows my way
The darkness steals your name from my lips
But you memory still beckons me stay

The fire still burns within my soul
My breath filled with the ashes of rejection
The love I feel envelopes me whole
'Til the heat has scorched my reflection

Consumed by the flame that warmed my heart
As I burn but will not die
The smoke of regret fills the empty night
As it settles through this hollow sky

A spark of hope is all that I seek
To raise these embers once more
A gentle whisper will ignite the flames
'Til again this fire shall soar


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Somewhere beyond the dying embers light
A spark of hope will rescue me
Though the flames are now long since gone
The smoke still sets me free

An eternal flame now forever silenced
But a breeze of redemption blows my way
The darkness steals your name from my lips
But you memory still beckons me stay

The fire still burns within my soul
My breath filled with the ashes of rejection
The love I feel envelopes me whole
'Til the heat has scorched my reflection

Consumed by the flame that warmed my heart
As I burn but will not die
The smoke of regret fills the empty night
As it settles through this hollow sky

A spark of hope is all that I seek
To raise these embers once more
A gentle whisper will ignite the flames
'Til again this fire shall soar

We stand in line the day we're born
While waiting to see the earth
We stand in  line to stand in line
While learning of our worth

We stand in line for heartache
Whenever it's our turn
We stand in line to seek the truth
While trying our best to learn

We stand in line to say goodbye
When someone passes away
We stand in line to welcome love
While trying not to stray

We stand in line to see the future
While standing in line to die
We stand in line for answers
While never questioning why

We stand in line to see Heaven
While standing at the gate
We stand in line to leave this world
While learning how to wait

We're always trying to see the future
Never looking at our past
Not thinking about the things we've done
Or the shadows that they cast

We crave the mystery, that we haven't seen
To see what road life takes
Marching ahead and never looking back
To learn from our mistakes

For today is only a stepping stone
That leads to tomorrow's door
The signs that history has placed in our way
We only choose to ignore

For yesterday's gone, it's slipped away
And never even put up a fight
So we'll go through life, searching for things
Just barely out of sight

Stepping on butterflies, both day and night
Where ever butterflies are found
But no one's around to hear their screams
For the future can't make a sound

In this house that love built
Things are not the same
What once was filled with happiness
Is now just filled with blame

Mama started drinking again
When daddy stayed out late
With cold suppers on the table
Salted with tears of hate

No more friday night popcorn
Where we gathered to watch Tv
Now this house is filled with lies
Where once was honesty

What happened to the man an wife,
Who swore to love their spouse?
No one seems to remember me
They're strangers in my house

The little house that love built
Was sold the other day
They tell me that it wasn't my fault
At least that's what they say

Well, I tried the paper cut
Like Dr. Kevorkian said
But the band-aid stopped the bleeding
It didn't work, I'm still not dead

I just couldn't do it
The paper didn't cause my death
So now I've resorted to other measures
I'm typing this, while holding my breath

Well, I held my breath
Until my whole head turned blue
I woke up on the floor
Now, what do I do?

There is one more thing
But I'd hate to die like this
For I know it would **** me
To give my mother-in-law a kiss

My wife just told me
That it's time to eat some beans
So I'll eat me some and light a match
For it will ******* to smithereens

She saw him on the sidewalk
One evening in the spring
He was tall, dark and bashful
And quite a handsome thing

He never seemed to say a word
Each day as she passed by
He thought she didn't notice him
Or maybe, she was shy

Everyday when the sun came out
She saw him on the street
She wondered if he'd look her way
Or if they'd ever meet

He tried his best to call to her
But he couldn't say her name
He wanted to tell her how he felt
And hoped she felt the same

She saw him standing by a wall
Until it began to rain
For that's when shadows disappear
And vanish down the drain


Two Shadows in Love

In the shadows of an empty church
A little child is kneeling
She prays for God to take away
The pain her mother is feeling

Torn between, her mother's love
And the mercy to let her die
She prays the end comes quickly
And the suffering pass her by

A child of only ten years old
With a heart, already grown
She's seen the pain and suffering
That most have never known

Her mother, stricken with cancer
And her, an only child
The product of a broken marriage
Her hopes and dreams defiled

She sits beside her mother's bed
Holding her weakened hand
Binding her tears, trying to be brave
Too young to understand

Her prayers are finally answered
Her mother passes away
All alone, she kneels once more
And again, begins to pray

She says, "Dear Lord take care of mama"
As she sits in the empty room
"Tell mama that I'm gonna miss her,
"And that I will see her soon"

While driving down a country road
One dark and lonely night
My engine began to spit and sputter
From a strange and mysterious light

I saw this little green spaceman
With antennas on his head
He was standing beside my window
And this is what he said

"Take me to your leader,
Or we will end your life"
So I did exactly what he said
And I took him to my wife

When I got home my wife was mad
And asked me where I've been
I told her about my crazy night
And about those little green men

She asked if I'd been drinking
And I don't drink a drop
About that time that spaceman yelled,
"Okay now, everybody stop"

Now my wife was really ******
And said, "Who do you think you are?"
She grabbed him by his spaceman ear
And drug him from that car

Now, there she was in curlers
With that spaceman by his ear
I think he might have peed himself
As he stood there in all his fear

Now you may not believe my story
But I've got a souvenir
When they beamed that spaceman back to his ship
My wife held on to his ear

So if you ever see a UFO
Don't scream and run for your life
Just take him to your leader
And by leader I mean, my wife

I bid you stay my queen of hearts
Tarry here till morn
Take not your love and go your way
'Tis allegiance I have sworn

I bow my head in purest heart
Consumed by shameless desire
Quicken me with one last smile
Enough to quiet this fire

I press you please, consider fate
Let its spirit guide your path
Turn not unto your heart of stone
Lean not toward its wrath

Cast not aside familar dreams
Nor memories patiently earned
Douse this flame of your rejection
Where the fire of love once burned

Quench this thirst that haunts my soul
Heed my beckon call
Tarry here just one more hour
Lest our love should fall

Heartache is a different pain
A cancer that grows inside
Tears, the only known relief
Like morphine when we've cried

Tears can be addictive though
This quiet liquid pain
It calms our screams a little while
But the heartaches still remain

Don't waste your tears on bad mistakes
You'll need them when it's right
Or maybe to say, "I'm sorry"
In the middle of some senseless fight

Tears can take the pain away
Though long it doesn't last
It's long enough to heal your heart
'Til your hurt has finally passed

Tears can cure a lot of things
That's bottled up inside
It heals the soul from the inside out
So don't be ashamed you cried

Temptation is a being
That forces us to explore
Enticing secret desires
That keeps us wanting more

He always knows our weakness
And promises things we crave
Our addictions all run wild
Til we become his slave

Temptation knows no boundaries
He cares not who we are
He leads us down a endless path
Until we've gone too far

He's known to come in many forms
And wears a thin disguise
He's shrouded in deception
To make us believe his lies

The next time you are tempted
Don't follow his instruction
Or you will surely find yourself
On a path to sudden destruction

Why do you tempt me with your lovely smile?
Do you not see that my heart is too weak?
The spell that you cast was meant to beguile
Is it a victim to torment you seek?

Your beauty entices my very soul
You weaken it with all of your glances
A prisoner of love out on parole
Ever so tired of fleeting romances

Stay with me within my heart's secret place
A Queen, will I make you if you desire
I bow my head unworthy of your grace
This flame you command sets my heart on fire

Just a mere token of your affection
Will cast out the fear of your rejection


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I've tried to make a list
Of the seven deadly sins
Now pay very close attention
To where this list begins

The number one sin
Much worse than them all
Is never marry a woman
Til you meet your mother-in-law

The number two sin
Is almost just as bad
Never say, "Who's the father?"
When you become a dad

The number three sin
Is probably very well known
Never forget your magazine
When going to the throne

The number four sin
Unless you've hidden the bat
Never tell your wife
She might be getting fat

The number five sin
When it's time to watch the super bowl
Never let your chick flick wife
Get the remote control

The number six sin
And this one I'll repeat
Before you leave the bathroom
Put down the toliet seat

The number seven sin
Last but certainly not least
Never tell you wife
Your paycheck has increased

If you commit just one of these
Not only will you fail
But life is over as you know it
For she'll make your life pure, well, ( you know )

He paitently paints the flowers
At the beginning of each day
His touch supplies the beauty
That makes them look that way

He colors every rainbow
Then hangs them in the sky
And brightens up the sunshine
As morning's drawing nigh

He shines the moon and stars
To keep them burning bright
He ready's them for the darkness
To cast His guiding light

His brush creates the ripples
On the rivers and the lakes
He seeks to paint perfection
No matter what it takes

The world has been His canvas
From the moment time began
And we become His Masterpiece
When in the Father's Hand

I learned how to weave a basket
To carry my shattered dreams
Its bottom deep and reinforced
And bursting at the seams

I learned how to weave a basket
To carry my broken smile
I emptied my happy endings
And filled it with denial

I learned how to weave a basket
To carry all of your lies
Though it's stained with liquid pain
That's flowing from my eyes

I learned how to weave a basket
To carry my memories in
They slip away a little each day
For the bottom's way too thin

I learned how to weave a basket
To carry my broken heart
But this basket isn't big enough
I've known it from the start

Nature makes its own decisions
It decides who lives or dies
Like the hunger of a common bluebird
Who's driven by her baby's cries

Now even the housefly will do the same
Driven by its hunger, they seek
Trying its best to avoid its doom
By way of the bluebird's beak

Somewhere soon their paths will cross
And the strong will devour the weak
Nature's design, cannot be broken
And the housefly's future looks bleak

Then out of the sky, lightning strikes
As the bluebird falls to the ground
A naked power line decides her fate
And the housefly's feast, has been found

It's funny to see how nature works
Pondering while wondering why
Things are nothing like they appear
Like the bluebird and the fly

At the bottom of every barrel
You'll find the broken and the cracked
The people who live in shadows
Those who don't know how to act

The backward and inverted
The awkward and the shy
Just people looking for answers
Just people asking why

The outcast and the lonely
The scared or the abused
A person without a friend
Or a friend who's been misused

Just people looking for people
To fill a hollow hole
The empty who hunger and thirst
Or maybe a tired soul

At the bottom of every barrel
And maybe you didn't know it
But if you're looking hard enough
You'll even find a poet

Trapped inside this bubble
I wait for my heart to break
The sound will surely be deafening
That a broken heart will make

The sound must be like thunder
To all who's standing near
Even people miles away
Can probably even hear

I wonder if it feels like lightning,
As it crumbles into dust?
Little pieces of shattered dreams
And flakes, of broken trust

Why must I endure this pain,
When I've done nothing wrong?
Even now, I can feel it's tear
And I fear it won't be long

There's silence before every storm
As my tears begin to flow
Its grip is ever tightening
It will not let be go

This bubble I'm in, has finally burst
Those words have now been spoken
She called to say it's over
My heart, is simply broken


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I woke up early on Christmas Eve
It was late, in the middle of the night
When I saw him under the Christmas tree
He give me such a terrible fright

I thought it must be a cat burglar
Who was trying to steal from me
And I had a fifty-two inch color television
Under that Christmas tree

So I ran to the kitchen as fast as I could
To try to find me a kinife
But I just couldn't find one anywhere
Remind me to have a talk with my wife

Anyway, I grabbed up the toaster behind the bread
That was sitting on the cabinet shelf
I snuck up behind him, like a ninja in sneakers
And was planning on killing that elf

Of course I didn't know it, at the time it occurred
That the fat man, was old Santa Claus
It wouldn't have mattered to me at all
Cause he touched my remote with his paws

I almost had him, when I heard this sound
That was coming from my very own kitchen
It was, Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, *****
Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen

Those eight tiny reindeer had attacked me
I had hoofprints all over my head
And that's when the fat man in the big red suit
Turned around to me and said

"I'm just gonna borrow your color tv,
So I can watch the football game"
"The one in my workshop is only nineteen inches,
And it's really too small and lame"

Before I could tell him to forget it buddy
I heard the sound of him slamming my door
Those eight bully reindeer had wrapped me in tinsel
And left me helpless on the livingroom floor

Well, that was the last time I saw him
And my tv was never returned
So make sure you hide your color tv's
Take it from someone who's learned

I woke up on Christmas Eve
It was late, in the middle of the night
When I saw him under the Christmas tree
He give me such a terrible fright

I thought it was a cat burglar or something
Who was trying to steal from me
And I had a 52 inch color television
Under that Christmas tree

So I ran to the kitchen as fast as I could
To try to find me a kinife
But I just couldn't find one anywhere
Remind me to have a talk with my wife

Anyway, I grabbed up the toaster behind the bread
That was sitting on the cabinet shelf
I snuck up behind him, like a ninja in sneakers
And was planning on killing that elf

Of course I didn't know it, at the time it occurred
That the fat man, was old Santa Claus
It wouldn't have mattered to me at the time
Cause he touched my remote with his paws

I almost had him, when I heard this sound
That was coming from my very own kitchen
It was, Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, *****
Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen

Those eight tiny reindeer had attacked me
I had hoofprints all over my head
And that's when the fat man in the big red suit
Turned around to me and he said

"I'm just gonna borrow your color tv,
So I can watch the football game"
"The one in my workshop is only 19 inches.
And it's just really too small and lame"

Before I could tell him to forget it buddy
I heard the sound of him slamming my door
Those eight bully reindeer had wrapped me in tinsel
And left me helpless on the livingroom floor

Well, that was the last time I saw him
And my tv was never returned
So make sure you hide your color tv's
Take it from someone who's learned

It happen one snowy Christmas eve
The snow was too heavy for flight
So Santa and those eight tiny reindeer
Were stranded with me for the night

After hot chocolate we all went to sleep
With them on my living room floor
The reindeer kept passing gas all night
And all Santa could do was snore

Well, I woke up in the middle of the night
And those reindeer were all in my bed
Comet and Cupid were holding me tight
And Prancer was kissing my head

Then in a flash the room went dark
And in the corner, a tiny elf appears
Believe it or not on top of his head
He had one of my wife's best brassieres

I got out of bed to find old Santa
I was hoping he might have an answer
I found him soaking in my garden tub
Where he was taking a bath with Dancer

So I hurried back to the bedroom
But my wife was no where in sight
I found her in the kitchen playing spin the bottle
And that elf said she's mine for the night

Well that did it, I finally lost my temper
I started screaming for them to get out
Santa says, "We can't leave, my clothes aren't dry"
And that's when I started to shout

He pointed to my fireplace mantle
And my stockings were no longer there
For hanging on the nail by the fire
Was Santa's long john underwear

I ran to the bedroom for my rifle
But when I returned they were already gone
My house was a wreck and that elf stole my wife
So I burned Santa's ****** 'til dawn



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She sits by the fire 'til the flames go out
All alone in her rocking chair
Another Christmas Eve has come and gone
But no one seems to care

Her children, now grown with kids of their own
But they just don't visit anymore
Her husband passed away ten years ago
She couldn't know what life had in store

She tucks the blanket underneath her chin
As she rocks the night away
She closes her eyes and begins to dream
As the night turns into day

Awakened by a knock on her window pane
A little boy stands in the snow
She opens the door and invites him in
For he had no place to go

She sits him in her chair by the fireplace
To warm his frost-bitten feet
She goes to the kitchen to get some food
To offer him something to eat

The little boy smiles and says, "Thank you, Mam"
As he hands her an empty bowl
It warmed her heart to see him smile
And touched her very soul

They talked for what seemed like hours
'Til the little boy fell asleep
He stayed all night 'til the morning came
For the snow was just too deep

When the woman awoke the very next day
Where he went, she just didn't know
For he was gone before the sun came up
But there were'nt any tracks in the snow

The very next night she closed her eyes
And left this world behind
That's when Jesus took her by the hand
And said, "Thank You for being so kind"

"For I was the boy who had no shoes,
And you sit Me down by the fire,
You fed Me when I hungered so,
A gift I truly admire"

"I was a stranger on Christmas morning
With no place to lay my head,
You opened up your heart to Me,
And offered Me your bed"

"So Thank You for this Christmas present,
And Merry Christmas too,
Enter in My child well done,
For here's My gift to you"


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At three in the morning she turns on the light
While clutching her teddy bear
She runs to the closet as they start to fight
Knowing she's safe in there

Her pillow is tucked beneath her arm
As she silently starts to weep
She whispers to Teddy, she'll keep him from harm
A promise, she can't possibly keep

Night after night for sixteen years
Her closet becomes her bed
Her nightmare comes true, it brings her to tears
As she finds her poor mother dead

She's all grown up with a son of her own
Married to the love of her life
But bound to repeat the seeds that were sown
She becomes the next battered wife

At three in the morning he turns on the light
While clutching his teddy bear
He runs to the closet as they start to fight
Knowing he's safe in there.

There was an old man, a collector of sorts
Who made his living off of the dead
Through the obituary page he'd earn his wage
Buying things that others had shed

Though some said his job was just morbid
Preying off of the people who died
It wasn't a natural death that took their last breath
But only those committing suicide

He bought the things that nobody wanted
For most were scared of a haunting or curse
But he didn't care he would always be there
The same day that they emptied the hearse

He was the only buyer at the auction
For everyone else was afraid
He just couldn't wait to steal their estate
And count all the money he made

'Til late one night while sleeping
Awakend by a bump in the night
At the foot of his bed stood a multitude of dead
As his heart stopped beating from fright

The old man had turned up missing
They found claw marks deep in his floor
The people couldn't wait to pilage his estate
For the old man wasn't seen anymore

There was an old man, a collector of sorts
Who made his living off of the dead
Through the obituary page he'd earn his wage
Buying things that others had shed

Though some said his job was just morbid
Preying off of the people who died
It wasn't a natural death that took their last breath
But those committing suicide

He bought the things that nobody wanted
For most were scared of a haunting or curse
But he didn't care he would always be there
The same day that they emptied the hearse

He was the only buyer at the auction
For everyone else was afraid
He just couldn't wait to steal their estate
And count all the money he made

'Til late one night while sleeping
Awakened by a bump in the night
At the foot of his bed stood a multitude of dead
As his heart stopped beating from fright

Death had returned to collect his debt
For the reaper would surely be paid
He auctioned his soul for the things that he stole
Until the highest bid was made

The old man had turned up missing
They found claw marks deep in his floor
The people couldn't wait to pilage his estate
For karma had knocked on his door

I sit in the corner and watch the world
Confused at what I see
While trying my best to figure out
What part of this world is me?

I hide my eyes, too scared to look
This corner, I never leave
Safe and sound as the world goes by
Not knowing what to believe

From here I can't see a future
I keep living my life in the past
I try to move on but my fears hold tight
Haunted, by the shadows they cast

Crippled, I sit, day after day
The whispers will keep me in place
Not strong enough to stand on my own
Too scared of what I will face

I sit in the corner and watch the world
Confused at what I see
While trying my best to figure out
What part of this world is me?

Well, to start off with
The title doesn't make any sense
It's either way too long or just too short
And there just wasn't  enough suspence

You forgot to capitalize your letters
You better keep an eye on the flow
You're telling the story way too fast
Or, I'm sorry, it was a little too slow

Your spelling is just simply awful
A little punctuation would be nice
The words you use are too simple
You're saying the same thing twice

You don't even know what a syllable count is
I don't know what you're trying to say
There just isn't enough emotion
It shouldn't have ended that way

Your rhymes are too repetitious
There's simply no rhyming at all
You really need to practice your typing
Your font is always too small

You really need to start all over
I'm sorry, this one had me snoring
You must be haunted by writer's block
I find it a little too boring

I guess everyone has their critics
It seems like they're always annoyed
But our poems aren't written to please them
They're written to be enjoyed

She would see it in the window
Each morning as she'd pass
The sun would make it come to life
This doll that was made of glass

Her eyes as blue as the deep blue sea
She was truly a vision of grace
Her mother marveled at her smile
Each time they'd pass that place

This princess made of crystal
So fragile, yet so strong
Could somehow take her pain away
She'd suffered for so long

Stricken with cancer at five years old
The chemo would come too late
There was nothing else left to do
To change this little girl's fate

They bought the crystal princess
And placed it by her bed
But two weeks later she was gone
They found the little girl dead

They put that doll made of glass
On the tombstone where she lies
And in the spring each time it rains
The crystal princess cries

I keep waiting for the sunshine
But all I get is rain
This melancholy spirit
Fills my soul with pain

Lost I wander aimlessly
I know not where I go
My prison bars are hopelessness
Freedom, I'll never know

Locked in total darkness
No hope to see the light
Just a forgotten memory
A spirit of the night

Not looking for a future
But praying for an end
One more day is way too long
In this hell I'm living in

I write these words in torment
A curse, I live each day
A poet's heart, forever dark
With only hate to say

I write no happy endings
Just pain and suffering
My blackend heart betrays my mind
With the words my pen must bring

One day soon I'll breathe my last
No loved ones here that cries
My torment here is over
This poet of darkness dies

Whatever happened to my little girl
She was the princess I was the king
I'd be whatever she wanted me to
Just for the smiles it would bring

The tea parties were always her favorite
She made the best tea around
You better believe when it wasn't
I would never made a sound

She just loved to play hide and seek
Of course she would always win
We would play that game for hours
It seemed like it would never end

And how many monsters have I killed
That were hiding underneath her bed
Or tucked her in to sleep at night
As I kissed her on her head

And all those bedtime stories
Her excitement would show in her grin
She always wanted, just one more
As soon as the story would end

I'd get her ready for school each day
And make sure I packed her lunch
She'd aways smile and wave goodbye
And say, "Daddy I love you a bunch"

Then one day I said, "Barney is on"
She said, "I don't watch that anymore"
That was the day, I knew she out grew
That purple dinosaur

It wasn't quite the same after that
And even though I tried
The tea parties had ended forever
The day that Barney died

In the middle of an abandoned churchyard
Stands a lily, who all pass by
Growing in winter, spring, summer and fall
Just simply refusing to die

Some people called it unnatural
As they plucked it from the ground
But when the sun came up the very next day
Again, that flower was found

Day after day, they would break its stem
Like a thousand times before
But the lily would be resurrected
And spring to life once more

It was even covered with gasoline
As they stood and watched it burn
Once again, while everyone slept
The flower, would just return

They decided to bring their shovels
And dig, 'til there was nothing to save
And that's when they knew this lily
Was a marker for an unknown grave

A little girl that was long since missing
Abducted in the night, while she slept
Never found, and they never knew
The secret that this lily had kept

Her body was moved to a graveyard
With a gravestone so everybody knows
The little girl missing has finally been found
And is resting, where the lily grows



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In the middle of an abandoned churchyard
Stands a lily, who all pass by
Growing in winter, spring, summer and fall
Just simply, refusing to die

Some people called it unnatural
As they plucked it from the ground
But when the sun came up, the very next day
Again, that flower was found

Day after day, they would break its stem
Like a thousand times before
But the lily would be resurrected
And spring to life once more

It was even covered with gasoline
As they stood and watched it burn
Once again, while everyone slept
The flower, would just return

They decided to bring their shovels
And dig, til there was nothing to save
And that's when they knew this lily
Was a marker, for an unknown grave

A little girl who was long since missing
Abudcted in the night, while she slept
Never found, and they never knew
The secret that this lily kept

Her body was moved to a gravyard
With a gravestone, so everybody knows
The little girl missing, has finally been found
And is resting, where the lily grows

You were born to be a diamond
I was cursed to be the coal
Your beauty shines for all to see
I hide in a cold dark hole

They marvel at your reflection
And talk about your shine
They said that I'm too ordinary
To ever make you mine

It's kind of like that fairytale
Beauty and the Beast
One of the most beautiful things
In love, with one of the least

They said I couldn't keep you
You would turn your head in shame
And that you were just too special
To take on my last name

But when it's right, you know it is
Deep down in your soul
Like the marriage in this fairytale
Between the diamond and the coal