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Sep 2011
Take me to a place where the flowers bloom,
Pink, red, green, and all sorts of blue.
Take me to a place where the river flows,
Water sounds like Breathing through the nose.
Gentle, light like the breeze moving leaves,
Pushing them to the edge of the sea.
Take me to a place known as paradise,
To a place where no child has ever cried.
The scent of soil richer than vanilla,
No one to buy ya, no one to sell ya.

Take me away,
What do you say?
Leave the freeway,
Enter the free way.

Take me to a place where the pavement ends,
Where no one lives, lives to pretend.
Take me to a place where no blood is spilled,
A place where love will always build.
Trees that creep up through the earth,
Shielding all that have experienced birth.
Give the animals a home without disturbance,
Love so warm like hands over a furnace.

Take me away,
What do you say?
Exit the highway,
Enter the high way.

Looks like heaven,
Feels like flying,
Tastes like lemon,
Smells like what life brings,
Sounds like her melodic speech,
Singing me to sleep.

Take me to a place where perfection exists.
A place far, far away from this.

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The biggest hypocrites in life, are those who run it. We know what life is, but we are yet to experience it. We wait for liberty, although we may never approach it. We claim to be on a pursuit, the pursuit of happiness, But can we truly call it our own pursuit if what makes us happy is taken away? If it does not affect others, why is it wrong? Life needs to quit handing us questions, and start dealing answers. Our government needs to quit handing us *******, and start dealing with what's really wrong with this country.
R.I.P. everything that was once sweet in life.
Brian Ray
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