Her tears fade the paper
As the ink begins to run
She'll find no peace inside her
Until her work is done

Her emotions hold her captive
As she writes with all her might
She struggles with her passion
Til late into the night

She has to tell her story
As she brushes away the stains
The poet keeps on writing
As her teardrops fall like rain

A heart that's once been broken
Will guide her skillful hand
She's writing from her emptyness
Hoping all will understand

She writes until she's hollow
Or her heartache finally relents
Her tears become her poetry
Each time the poet laments

Sleepless nights were made for poets
We write when we can't sleep
Emptying our souls with pen and paper
From heartache buried so deep

Haunted souls keep us awake
'Til late into the night
Our inner demons hold us captive
But freed by the words we write

Bound by thoughts our lips can't speak
Our pens, our only release
We write our pain in black and white
The colors that bring us peace

Silence fills the poet's heart
As our minds are filled with doubt
Held hostage to our agony
'Til our words come tumbling out

Finding the reason for all our pain
Our words begin to weep
Only then can the poet rest
And finally go to sleep

She writes with pure emotion
'Til her words begin to weep
She tries to free her soul from pain
But the hurt is just too deep

Each breath she takes she hesitates
Thinking it might be her last
Her mind betrays her future thoughts
While dwelling in the past

Her tears become the poet's ink
As she writes her heartache free
A stain becomes her work of art
Her quill, her misery

Her words become too heavy
Her will is much too weak
Her hands begin to quiver and shake
And her lips refuse to speak

She writes untill her heartache's gone
And her tears no longer remain
The last thing she does is name her feelings
It'a called, The Poet's Pain

People often ask me about my favorite poet
Let's see if you can guess
He's nothing like the coventional ones
Or even any of the rest

Everyone who saw him knew his name
For he said it a million times
I laughed everytime he opened his mouth
For he'd always speak in rhymes

He was even so famous he was on tv
And you can still see him today
As long as there's a word called "syndication"
They'll never take him away

Sometimes he was seen as a trouble maker
As he often hurled his rocks
But somehow, he would make his escape
For he was always as sly as a fox

He came to town to find him a woman
But somehow, would always fail
He'd leave the town broken hearted
After spending a night in the jail

Your time is up, Have you figured it out?
It's time to tell you at last
"It's me it's me Earnest T, I can see you but you can't see me"
I'm talking about Earnest T Bass

Oh poet with your words so pure
Guide me with your lyrical tour
Touch my heart from deep within
Free my soul from binding sin

Lift me up above my pain
Wipe away this wretched stain
Cast your spell in magical verse
And free me from this hollow curse

Tempt me with your mornful cry
Let not this meaning pass me by
Lead me with your skillful hand
Entice me till I understand

Write your burden upon my mind
Open these eyes that once were blind
Let me share your liquid pain
As teardrops fall like endless rain

Teach me poet, all of your ways
And guide me through your heartfelt maze
May God bless all the words we share
As we recite this poet's prayer

Why must a poet write such things
Of sorrow and despair?
Does he not understand he brings
The darkness with him there?

He brings a hollow lonesome wind
That chills us to our souls
Each time he waves his mournful pen
The breeze of heartache blows

For he writes with pure emotion
Where demons sometimes sleep
He will write of his devotion
He's ever reaching deep

He will write of his rejection
He lives with every day
He knows no words of affection
His mind doesn't work that way

So write on now lonely poet
And tell us of your scars
Tell us of your lonely prison
With heartache as your bars

Repetitious literature
Keeps flowing thru my mind
But somehow the words still seem
Just impossible to find

I'll write untill my fingers bleed
Blood, my ink of choice
But when a poet's lost his words
He's also lost his voice

Inspiration, has forsaken me
It leaves me barren and waste
Nothing more than an empty shell
I dare not write in haste

Overtaken by emotion
My mind betrays my heart
Like two ships that pass in the night
That keeps drifting further apart

Without my inspiration
The words come out all wrong
It's the music that keeps me writing
To sing the poet's song

Thou shall not plagiarize other people's work
The first commandment for a poet
It's a shame that some people do it
While others simply don't know it

A poem doesn't always have to rhyme
The second commandment we must obey
But some people choose not to listen
Regardless of what others might say

A poem can be about anything you want
The third commandment sends some people reeling
They think it can't be a poem at all
Unless it's something to do with our feelings

Thou shall not criticize others unjustly
The fourth commandment we must adhere
They don't need their creation destroyed
It's constructive critisim they want to here

A poem can be any length you choose
The fifth commandment we all must follow
For if they were all made the same
It would surely be hollow

The vocabulary is strictly up to the poet
The sixth commandment is the poet's choice
He alone can decide the words to use
That will best give him his voice

Inspiration can come from anywhere we like
The seventh commandment we all hold true
Everyone has their writer's block moments
So whatever helps us get through

The poet can write any form they want
The eighth commandment is a must
The poet knows the style they like best
And their choices we're obliged to trust

Poetry is all a matter of taste
The ninth commandment is just like the rest
The reader must choose what's dear to his heart
And the poems that he likes the best

Never alienate your readers
The tenth commandment speaks for itself
Cause if you act like you're better than them
Your books will stay on the shelf

Alone, I ponder my lost condition
Led astray by the son of perdition
Right or wrong will no longer have meaning
Things that I do, forever demeaning

The faint stench of sulfer now fills the air
Haunted by his eyes, his hellacious stare
His laughter mocks me as he claims his prize
The veins on his face are filled with his lies

Tempted, I stoop to a whole new level
Fooled by his voice, I follow the devil
The enchanting smile that covers his face
Now holds me captive, I fall in disgrace

My will now broken, I have no control
For he holds the strings, his puppet, my soul

Here is a riddle to figure out
Try to read between the lines
I'll give you clues throughout the poem
That will only be written in rhymes

I'm always seen at Christmas
Some people think I'm great
I'm known for peeking your interest
But I'll always make you wait

The day before your wedding
And I'm never far away
You just can't wait till it gets here
But I'll make it your longest day

I'm always at the hospital
When all the children are born
And the night they're saying trick or treat
As all the costumes are worn

Well, have you figured it out yet?
Can you tell me who I am?
For I've given you all the possible clues
That I absolutely can

For some people I've even been known
To give a slight tingling sensation
I know you can't wait for the answer
For I'm simply, anticipation

There is a place where words lie dead
And buried forever more
Hurting words, that someone said
That we've chosen to ignore

Words like cheater, adultery and liar
They simply no longer exist
Words found guilty, tried by fire
Words that won't be missed

Words like lonely, sad and grief
Are striken from our mind
Words like sorrow, heartbreak and thief
Words of every kind

Words like pain, tears and death
Will soon forever perish
The only words found on our breath
Are words like love, honor and cherish

Words like broken, lost and cry
Are no longer necessary
For all of these words will forever lie
In the sad poem cemetery

I've written of heartaches and other sad things
Of broken hearts and the pain that it brings
I've written of death and of those that grieve
Of women abused but too scared to leave

I've written of sorrow and people who cry
Of those who are cheaters and of those who lie
I've written of tears that can fill the sea
Of people that's lost their serenity

I've written of children that's lost their way
Of husbands and wives too jaded to stay
I've written of depression that people feel
Of those giving up for they've lost their will

I've written of love that didn't last
Of people who live their lives in the past
I've written of poets who spill their soul
Of many things that we cannot control

I've written of dying and of suicide
Of those who lose, even though they've tried
And though I've written of all this stuff
There's much more to say, I've not written enough

Awakened by your singing
Each morning at first light
I'd listen to your harmony
That you never got quite right

Smiling at your laughter
While lying in the bed
You giggling out of control
At something your sister said

I'd listen as you prayed each night
Before you went to sleep
Asking God, if you should die
Your soul for Him to keep

But now there's no more singing
No morning harmony
A house that's void of laughter
As quiet as can be

The prayer you prayed to God each night
I've hidden in my heart
The silence in this lonely house
Is truly the hardest part

A child of abuse
Since she was three years old
She's lost in the darkness
Silent and cold

Aware of her surroundings
Unable to speak
A child full of life
Now, humble and meek

Abandonded at birth
Given to a stranger
No one to protect her
From the imminent danger

Her tears never heard
In silence she wept
Never telling anyone
Of the secrets she's kept

Her dreams now forgotten
At the tender age of ten
Afraid of the dark
Her nightmares begin

Where is the hero
To rescue this child?
Lost and broken
Her innocence defiled

In a small glass container
She catches her tears
Proof of her torment
Her silent years

An empty shell, I stand undone
While haunted by my past
A victim of the choices I've made
That were destined not to last

Reason, just a misplaced word
That's helped to seal my fate
Repentence, was tomorrow's plan
But somehow coming too late

Though my vision was twenty, twenty
When looking where I'd been
I was living for that moment
Too deceived to call it sin

Excuses, I had more than most
Justification, my disguise
I tried to make it hide the truth
But it only hid my lies

My reward's become my punishment
My home, this empty shell
Forgiveness, now a hollow word
There's no forgiveness in hell

And now I reap the things I've sown
Through the tears of my regret
I hope this letter will guide your path
So you will never forget

This letter were found inside a church
From one who was lost in sin
No name was found upon the note
It was signed, "The sinner's pen"

What sound is this my soul can hear?
It quakes my very being
A tear upon the curtain of time
That keeps my heart from seeing

Love is just a fading memory
An echo of a dream long past
A reflection blurred between the lines
A promise that didn't last

Has love now changed to endless pain,
Whose screams must go unheard?
My soul cries out for some relief
But no one hears a word

My heart is now a festered sore
An infection now claims my soul
A malignant curse of hollow dreams
That no one can console

Tiny pieces now left behind
Becomes a cancerous stain
Unheard screams trapped in silence
This is the sound of pain

Who am I to stand in judgement?
For I too, am but a man
A constant whisper condemns me
For I've chosen not, which way to stand

You find her guilty, say you all
This evil practice, was satan learned
So now you tie her to the stake
Thru innocent cries, this witch is burned

Sleepless nights, now haunt your minds
As you prepare for another trial
You claim the witch invades your dreams
As she screams her songs of denial

The color of her eyes are not quite right
So you say she's satan's daughter
Instead of her right hand she uses her left
Which means, another witch to slaughter

I dare not stand in judgement
Though you say I must choose sides
You say that I'm satan's apprentice
In league with one of his brides

One more stake has been prepared
The flames now scream my name
Ignorance is judged when time's no more
And you won't have the witches to blame

One of these days, I'll learn how to write
But I'm doing the best I can
I'll probably never be Edgar Allan Poe
Or any kind of famous man

No one will ever know my name
Or even hear my rhymes
I've told myself it doesn't matter
At least a million times

For me this life is over
There's no where else to turn
The time has come for me to end it
I guess I'll never learn

Don't anyone try to stop me
For it will do no good
Things are just gonna happen
The way I knew they would

It's time for me to **** myself
Yes, It's time for the blood to flow
How long does it take to die from a paper cut
Does anybody know?

Hate is something taught
Love is something we're born with
Who is hate's teacher?

Our tears are never silent
As they're streaming down our face
They always demand attention
As they leave their hiding place

Teardrops never change the past
Though many tears are spilled
They sometimes offer some relief
Though no one's ever healed

Each teardrop tells a story
Maybe of a love that didn't last
They can even be a memory
A misplaced vision from the past

Tears are often wasted
On those who just don't care
But when we really need them
We have none left to spare

Our tears become the oceans
If you've wondered where they go
They fill the streams and rivers
Everytime they flow

A poem is just a teardrop
A form of liquid pain
Released to pen and paper
Our words become a stain

The hurt that's bottled up inside
Can come out through our eyes
Promises made, but never kept
Are nothing but liquid lies

As the teardrop hits the paper
The words begin to form
Releasing all the pain inside
To calm the coming storm

Heartache is just another word
That's written by our tears
The pain becomes the writers quill
'Til a little relief appears

A poem is just a teardrop
That's worded carefully
Liquid pain becomes a stain
And sets the poet free

A poem is just a teardrop
A form of liquid pain
Released to pen and paper
Our words become a stain

The hurt that's bottled up inside
Can come out through our eyes
Promises made, but never kept
Are nothing but liquid lies

As the teardrop hits the paper
The words begin to form
Releasing all the pain inside
To calm the coming storm

Heartache is just another word
That's written by our tears
The pain becomes the writer's quill
'Til a little relief appears

A poem is just a teardrop
That's worded carefully
Liquid pain becomes a stain
And sets the poet free

I picked up your blue hairbrush
I held it a while today
The hair between its bristles
Still smells of your hairspray

I drank my morning coffee
In the mug that has your name
On its rim still dressed in red
Is the slightest lipstick stain

I put your reading glasses on
To read the sunday news
I went to the bedroom closet
To dust your favorite shoes

Your pillow still lays beside me
With the smell of your perfume
Though you're gone your beauty's there
To fill an empty room

It brought back all those memories
Through all the things I've clutched
I've held you close all day long
Through all the things you touched

I dare not take even one more glance
For your beauty captures my soul
There's no escaping love's sweet trance
That comes from your radiant glow

You hold my desires, in the palm of your hand
With the mere mention of your name
Your wishes now, forever my command
Like a genie grants fortune and fame

You're the masterpiece, the artist paints
Each time that he raises his brush
Your presence, causes the flowers to faint
And your whisper, my heartbeat to hush

They speak of your beauty, in the Heavens above
They call you the treasure, the goddess of love

The tree outside her window
Watched as the little girl cried
It often became her refuge
Offering her a place to hide

Perched upon its crooked limbs
Her tears dripped from its leaves
A cry for help that goes unheard
For years no one believes

Each night he came to find her
With whiskey on his breath
It's been this way for way too long
Since her mother's untimely death

The tree of whispers saw it all
The stories this tree could tell
The secrets found among its leaves
Tells of her living hell

One day the girl went missing
Her body was never found
But the wind still tells her secrets
When the leaves fall to the ground

The poet tells his story
As he writes it with his heart
His feelings, his inspiration
Is where his poem starts

He tries to help us understand
His suffering and his pain
His pen and paper, his only voice
As he tries his best to explain

He labors for what seems like hours
For the words to pierce our souls
He's ever watching his meter
And the rhythm that it flows

The perfection he seeks is elusive
For it's all a matter of taste
But knowing that the words he used
Could never go to waste

For now, his soul is emptied
And his pain, somewhat diminished
He knows his relief is fleeting
And his poem remains unfinished

You see, the poet is a prisoner
To the words that fill his heart
From where his first poem ends
Is where his next poem starts

He wasted his talent for most of his life
Buried down deep in his soul
Knowing he had the words to heal
But no one would ever know

He could see inside a person's heart
He knew how to fix their pain
He could even find the rainbow
Each time that it started to rain

And though he had never been there
He could still understand their grief
He knew what each was looking for
And could offer a little relief

He was more than your everyday poet
For he had such a special gift
He could always bring his words to life
To set our souls adrift

There was something about the words he chose
That was simple, with understanding
His words were kind and well defined
Suggesting, but never demanding

How many lives could this poet have touched
If he would have only followed through?
Don't be afraid to write what you feel
For this poet, could even be you

Now Mama didn't have any money
To buy us candy or a card
So we always had our valentine party
By the creek in our own back yard

Grandpa brought the pocket knives
And handed them out to the kids
Mama was watching every move we made
Peeking through her mama eyelids

We picked the biggest oak tree
To carve our lovers names
Yes box, No box, Maybe box
Written from Cindy to James

The whole dang town carved their names
All of them trying to get Julie
But Julie was already spoken for
Yep, she belongs to me (yours truly)

So if you're running out of valentines
Grab a knife and come with me
Carve Yes box, No box, Maybe box
In our Home town Valentine Tree

Have you ever heard a teardrop fall
As it scars a innocent face
Heartbreak cries with bloodshot eyes
As pain begins to race

A tear is full of emotion
Not the other way around
Tears are heard without a word
Though it doesn't make a sound

A tear is a broken promise
Or maybe it's a lie
A tear will fall for one and all
When love has said goodbye

A teardrop has a purpose
They call it liquid pain
Cleansing the soul each time they flow
Though it always leaves a stain

So listen to a teardrop
Though silent it may be
The sound you hear from a single tear
Will tell its history

I'm trapped in a void beyond my control
I have no place to turn
Surrounded by sorrows, I can't understand
My soul not able to yearn

What place is this my heart can't feel?
Is this hell or is this my grave?
The keeper is pain, of this dreadful place
And I've become his slave

The desire I've known is forever gone
I'm lost here without any reason
Complain though I might, no one will hear
For hope is a puppet to treason

Mistakes will follow me where ever I go
Reminding me of my past
My future is bleak, just out of reach
How long is this destined to last?

Memories here fade into darkness
Replaced with broken dreams
Smiles are lost to hopeless desires
Replaced with silent screams

Trapped in a void beyond my control
I wonder, when did this start?
It happened the day when you said goodbye
The day, that you broke my heart

I'm trapped in a void beyond my control
I have no place to turn
Surrounded by sorrows, I can't understand
My soul not able to yearn

What place is this my heart can't feel?
Is this hell or is this my grave?
The keeper is pain, of this dreadful place
And I have become his slave

The desire I've known is forever gone
I'm lost here without any reason
Complain though I might, no one will hear
For hope is a puppet to treason

Mistakes will follow me where ever I go
Reminding me of my past
My future is bleak, just out of reach
How long is this destined to last?

Memories here fade into darkness
Replaced with broken dreams
Smiles are lost to hopeless desires
Replaced with silent screams

Trapped in a void beyond my control
I wonder, when did this start?
It happened the day when you said goodbye
The day, that you broke my heart

Born a legend, based on fact
The story of the blind woman's well
For she couldn't see the water's edge
And in the watery grave, she fell

When the moon shines full in the still of the night
You can still hear her mournful cries
She's begging for mercy from those in the light
From this place where her body lies

First blinded by darkness and then by revenge
She swore that she'd make them pay
She would take their children one by one
And in her watery grave they'd stay

For they knew that the woman went missing
But there were none who seemed to care
They had seen her bucket at the water's edge
But they chose to leave her there

She lured the children with promises of sweets
That this woman in the well had found
But when they would reach to claim their prize
She would hold them til they drowned

Twenty times two were the number of lives
Before the curse was finally broken
They filled in the well with tons of earth
To end those words she'd spoken

No more children would ever go missing
To their watery grave below
But in a well-shaped garden in the middle of town
Forty-one roses still grow

Frozen solid in a block of ice
A wedding ring shines bright
The blizzard came out of nowhere
Trapping her in the night

Three days later they find her body
Frozen from her head to her toes
A stranger all alone lost in the snow
A woman that nobody knows

They brought her body back to town
And laid her in the stable
What happened next was miraculous
Some say only a fable

Weeks went by that turned to months
But her body would never decay
She looked the same as the day she was found
Until that faithful day

A farmer in the spring was plowing his field
And the bones of a man was found
A wedding ring was glistening in the sun
Where he laid on top of the ground

They brought the bones back to town
And laid them beside his bride
As soon as the two were together again
Her skin became broken and dried

They buried them both beneath an oak
That stood between two springs
When no names were found to write on the cross
They mounted their wedding rings

Have you ever had one of those days,
When nothing goes your way?
And the night is long with noises
Please don't tell my wife what I'm about to say

You see my wife snores
More than anyone I know
She even shakes the bed
Like a herd of buffalo

Sometimes even the neighbors
Will call and complain
They say it's just too much
And it's driving them insane

I've tried everything I know
But all I do is fail
She even registers a 4.0
On the earthquake richter scale

One night I even tried duct tape
And wondered what would happen
She just laid there and kept on snoring
'Til the duct tape started flappin'

But in my wedding vows
I said for better or worse
So I guess I'm gonna love her
And live this wedding vow curse


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Late at night when all is quiet
And everyone's fast asleep
A mournful sound is sometimes found
When the poet begins to weep

Her tears are in the raindrops
As she tries to cleanse her soul
An empty shell, trapped in hell
That time cannot console

Her words become her refuge
As she writes away her sin
The liquid pain begins to stain
As she slays it with her pen

Her tears will bring her comfort
As she continues on her course
For tomorrow, she leaves her sorrow
The two must now divorce

She finds relief, her pain is gone
The poet no longer cries
After she weeps the poet sleeps
And quietly closes her eyes

Late at night when all is quiet
And everyone's fast asleep
A mournful sound is sometimes found
When the poet begins to weep

I only shoot to **** my food
Not for pride or pleasure
I hunt the meat we all can eat
Not for a mantlepiece treasure

But late one night I was lying in bed
And someone was at my door
I jumped to my feet like a ninja in heat
And crawled across my floor

It was dark inside my livingroom
But I could see a silhouette
The next thing I saw took my breath
It's something I'll never forget

A deer was wearing a ski mask
His antlers poked out the top
I jumped to my feet as fast as I could
And yelled, "Bambi you better stop"

He turned around and began to charge
I screamed for my wife to get back
He pulled a knife and cut my arm
With another sneak attack

He chased me down the hallway
The bathroom my only hope
But when I tried to get inside
He lassoed me with his rope

He tied me up and robbed my house
My wife was under the bed
He went through all of our dresser drawers
Her underwear on top his head

He finally left, the house was a mess
There were hoofprints everywhere
He took the remote to our color Tv
And even our silverware

Before he left he pointed and laughed
And called me a crazy old geezer
But my wife is scared and cannot rest
Until I put him in my freezer

Today she lives on memories
Morsels of her past
Betrayed by time and left to die
Death's shadow has been cast

The wrinkles on her lonely face
Tell stories of joys and pains
A map of sorts, of who she was
Is all that now remains

She has no need for future things
No need to understand
Living now because she must
Beyond the things she'd planned

No one to tell her stories to
They start to fade away
She sadly waits her time to die
While living in yesterday

Trapped between this life and death
Her tears begin to speak
Another memory, she won't share
Running down her cheek

She's now become invisible
It's like she don't exist
But when she's gone, it won't be long
Until she's truly missed

She had so much to offer us
Wisdom, that we refused
Silently, slipping through the cracks
A treasure, that we abused

She paid the dues that life demands
Then quietly disappears
Left alone, she fades away
The wrinkles and the tears

I stumbled into a graveyard
And found written upon a stone
"In this place lies the human race,
Who died greedy and all alone"

It was dated Two-thousand and thirty-five
The year that man had died
The tomb was split just a little bit
So I decided to look inside

I saw what will be our future
Or maybe I should say our end
Covered in soil were barrels of oil
And money, too much to spend

I saw miles of nuclear weapons
As far as the eye could see
A place so sublime it was frozen in time
For all of eternity

Bodies lined the inner chamber
A warning to one and all
The price of greed means death indeed
The writing is on the wall

I stumbled into a graveyard
And found written upon a stone
"In this place lies the human race,
Who died greedy and all alone"

Pieces of my imperfection
Lie hopelessly on display
The inner me I've come to know
Breaks a little more each day

The air I breathe is poison
Contaminated by my fear
Each breath I take, my lungs reject
Knowing you're not here

Loneliness invades my crippled mind
And deprives me of my sleep
The night, reserved for reflection
All the memories that I weep

I'm not whole without your smile
And your touch that says I'm real
An empty vessel cracked and worn
Too damaged to ever feel

The you in me gave me life
I was the lost that you had found
I was the one who died today
Though they laid you in the ground

My mother-in-law is a zombie
I'm sure that woman is dead
I tried to drive a stake thru her heart
And even cut off her head

But she's just way to sneaky
She always knows I'm around
Cause everytime I try to **** it
She says, "Can I get you to drive me to town?"

And let me tell you about the odor
It can make a grown man cry
Her perfume is, "ode de la zombie"
You know, embalming fluid, after you die

She walks around, in the middle of the night
Trying, to make me her slave
"Will you get me this, will you get me that"
I even dug that woman a grave

Zombies also have real bad breath
It smells like ***** socks
And they don't have a tooth in their head
You'd think they been chewing rocks

Now, not all mother-in-laws are zombies
I think it's probably just mine
And I don't think they ever die
Cause mine's been around a long time

Sometimes she just sits amd stares at me
I mean, can you imagine anything worse?
Then she mumbles some kinda mumbo jumbo
Like some kind of voodoo curse

I've been feeling kinda strange of late
Sometimes, it's hard to think
She probably cast some kinda spell on me
That's causing my head to shrink

Well, that's all I can tell you for now
I've got another grave to dig
I gotta hurry before my head keeps shrinkin'
Cause my hat's already too big

Things I never thought I'd hear myself say
Back before my kids were born
Why is my toothbrush in the microwave?
And why is my recliner full of corn?

Who put my cell phone in the fish tank?
And why is there butter in my shoe?
I'd often scream "Get the bleach"
When I stuck my finger in their poo

Who left their underwear under my pillow?
And get that lamp shade off of your head
Quit calling your sister an evil troll
And there's no monsters under your bed

Who put the jello in the DVD player?
And no, you're not getting a pet snake
Who put this hot dog under the cushions
Get your sister's hair out of that cake

Why is the cat in the refrigerator?
Who drew a mustache on grandma's face?
Get your finger out of your brother's nose
Who put this mustard all over the place?

It doesn't matter what you ask them
The answer is always the same
"I don't know, I didn't do it"
And somehow they're never to blame

Mama raised us children
In the image of our Lord
She taught us how to walk and talk
With Him in one accord

She would always read the bible
Before we went to bed
She told us we'd sleep better
Just knowing what Jesus said

She took us to church on sunday
And prayed with us at night
She taught us to love our neighbor
And always treat him right

Late at night by candle light
I could hear my mama pray
She asked the Lord to guide our path
And help us find our way

Mama went to be with Jesus
When I was twenty-three
And today I teach my children
The things my mama taught me

You've heard the story of Goldilocks
And the bears that chased her away
But now it's time to tell the truth
'Cause it didn't really happen that way

Goldilocks weighed four hundred pounds
She'd eat anything in sight
And It didn't matter what it was
She still had to have one bite

The whole town knew of her appetite
So they locked their food in storage
And that just left those poor little bears
Who was just trying to cool their porridge

Now she could smell food a mile away
For she had an amazing snout
But still she waited to make certain
Those bears had ventured out

She didn't just break one of those chairs
She actually broke all three
Remember, she weighed four hundred pounds,
And was as fat as she could be?

Well, she ate up all their porridge
And anything else she could find
Ofcourse that made her sleepy
With only one thing on her mind

She wandered into the bedroom
And broke each one of their beds
So she curled up on the floor to sleep
With three pillows under her head

While she slept, those bears came home
And they were as hungry as could be
Did I mention she broke the remote control
To the bear's big screen tv?

Anyway, the bears had finally had it
That's all that they could take
In their rage they didn't notice
That goldilocks was now awake

So they trapped her in the corner
And were poised for the attack
But goldilocks was still hungry
And was looking for a snack

Needless to say she ate those bears
I know this story seems crude
But I'm just trying to warn you
To make sure you hide your food



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Nothing will ever look the same
When you're told you're going to die
The things you took for granted
Will no longer pass you by

The flowers become more beautiful
'Cause you take the time to smell
And the things that went unnoticed
Now live to say farewell

The things you touch seem different
While marveling at the feel
You wonder why you have to die
To make things seem so real

The gentle winds that kiss your face
Now bring you to your knees
You never notice until it's too late
The joy that's in the breeze

The past becomes your future
Remembering your mistakes
You live each day to right the wrong
No matter what it takes

The hardest part is saying goodbye
To all the people you love
One more day is all you want
It's all you're thinking of

You're amazed by God's creation
While counting every breath
The world will never look the same
As you look through the eyes of death

Yesterday is a part of me
That only time can now erase
Tomorrow holds the future
An uncertain and empty place

A smile is easily wiped away
I am proof of this event
I begged the angels to show you mercy
But they simply wouldn't relent

Taken away before your time
Leaving me, with the broken pieces
A heart that aches both day and night
And a loneliness that never ceases

A promise fufilled, "'Til death do us part"
Words, that I took for granted
I said I will but it came too soon
For my heart was still enchanted

A piece of me too, died that day
We never got to say goodbye
'Til death do us part still means Us
I'll love you till the day I die

If you were gone I'd miss you dearly
I'd probably die of loneliness nearly
I would wake the moon and stars to see your shine
I'd see the coming heartache clearly
I'd write my words of love sincerely
I would walk a thousand miles to make you mine

I'd say your name with true devotion
I'd kiss your lips with pure emotion
I would do just about anything to see your smile
I'd walk across the deepest ocean
I'd make the world's first love potion
I would make your reason for staying here worthwhile

I'd try to stop the world from turning
I'd let you see a heart that's yearning
I would mend all the broken pieces that I lack
I'd cry until my eyes were burning
I'd show you all the things I'm learning
I would trace your every step 'til you come back

She picks up a photograph
And cleans it with her dress
A smile, stolen from better times
Strewn among the mess

A coffee cup with a broken rim
An earring covered in gold
Tiny pieces of who they were
Memories, she can hold

The dream they called their loving home
Lay scattered upon the ground
Her joy becomes her agony
With every piece that's found

A mirror stands without a crack
Reflecting the morning sun
The twister chose to pass it by
Among the damage done

Her future ripped in tiny pieces
Her husband, now lay dead
A day before her birthday
Her wishes turn to dread

She finds the family bible
Its pages wet and torn
All alone she stumbles on,
In silence, begins to mourn

Another day has come and gone
For this lonely widowed wife
She tries to find her way back home
Through her tiny pieces of life

What if every teardrop,
Was a tiny piece of soul?
Each teardrop makes us weaker
'Til soon it takes its toll

We shed our tears in sorrow
And time just slips away
Each and everytime we cry
We lose another day

How many tears were wasted,
On people who didn't care?
The tears we should have guarded
Are simply no longer there

The tears we cried for broken hearts
Were tears we cried in vain
Soon we'll cry our souls away
And nothing will remain

What if every teardrop,
Was a tiny piece of soul?
Would we guard the tears that we have left?
Or simply let them flow

I cannot see tomorrow
I think its run away
Afraid of the all things we've done
And the price we'll have to pay

Our future stands back watching
And counting our mistakes
Holding us responsible
For the decisions that we make

We've chased away our future
Tomorrow has simply vanished
And if there's no tomorrow
Then we are truly banished

It will not hear excuses
As to why we chose this path
It will simply disappear
And cut our world in half

I cannot see tomorrow
I think its run away
It's time to choose a different path
Or make this our last day

If I could be a cartoon character
Which one would I be
I thought about being Fred Flinstone
But he's too old-fashioned for me

And then there's maybe George Jetson
A man who knew electronics
Nothing like Yosemite Sam
Who needed to be hooked on phonics

And what about Shaggy and ******
You gotta love those ****** snacks
I've never really considered a Smurf
And their tiny little mushroom shacks

Or maybe I'd become a super hero
Who comes to save the day
Batman , Green Hornet or Underdog
Who puts the bad guys away

Maybe I'd live in Jellystone Park
Where Yogi is still the king
For "Hello Mr Ranger Sir"
Is just the funniest thing



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