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Nick Moore Mar 2013
The Path To The River
Do you stick with what you know?
or look for a new path
to go?

Stepping off the well trodden way
makes one see
the world
a new
way

Old patterns to be broken,
Eye's to see
When
Awoken

Leading to the river
The path is knowing,
Where all is
Flowing
#river
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Nick Moore Feb 2013
Why Angel's Smile
Words came from up above
fill my heart with so much love

If you could see behind my eye's
you would know
why angel's smile

I think the light is coming back
dot's of white inside the black

I think the light is coming back
dot's of white inside the black
#angel
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Nick Moore Feb 2013
Tragedy
Comedy is
tragedy plus time!

This world can be
so sublime

So tomorrow I could
be laughing

If not tomorrow
if not tomorrow
if not tomorrow
if not tomorrow.
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Nick Moore Feb 2013
Remember?
Can you remember
before you were born?

Can you see beyond
your grave stone?

Can you exist in your
own time zone?

Can you remember
before you had a
name?

Can you remember
the innocence before
the shame?

Can you remember
not knowing
what to be?

Can you remember
the things
you cannot
see?

Can you remember
all the
things
that
you
forgot?
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Nick Moore Feb 2013
Goodbye.
Goodbye
will I see you
again?

Goodbye
I hope so
but........when?

Goodbye
there's no
hello
without you.

To all the goodbye's
I'm sure
waiting for
you again.
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Nick Moore Feb 2013
Syd
There's a power inside
everyone

It cannot be quantified
could this be destructive?
or help us stay alive?

The line between
Mr Pink
and the
Madcap's laughs

For every gain
there was a loss

What gain?
a song
called
Arnold Lane
#pink #floyd
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Nick Moore Feb 2013
New beginning's.
Smile like an amused infant
                       as
         the crow hops from
                the tree

Death there is no room for you
          close my eyes to see
    
 Wasps and poisonous serpents
       burst upon a blank page
                                                            ­                    
      The sun had licked at it
          yellowing with age

Rip you out and burn you!
       it's better this way

Having faced you so many times
      I'm stepping on a new stage
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