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Grace. Let it fall like an ocean Let it rip through the skies Let it fill up my heart and pour out my eyes Let it gravitate my soul Let it make me feel whole Let it remind me of why I live Let it remind me of all that you give! Grace Let my heart be made still and let mine eyes be opened! Let me remember that my ears were made to listen And my lips exist for a lot more than just kissin' Let me remember that these hands simply cannot do it all Cuz see I wasn't made for that I wasn't made for that at all Grace I was made to live and when I say live I think I mean give But then I quickly realize I can only give so much! And there's only so many lives I can touch! Well how can I love if I can't constantly give And how can I live if I can't constantly love but Where's the hope in the God above if I'm the one doin' all the work? And that's when I remember I accomplish the most when I just let go And let You grab hold Grace Well what were these hands made for if not feeding the poor? And what are these heart-wrenching feelings of constantly wanting more? Why do my bones ache and my soul quake at the thought Of living for myself? Why do I worry so much about putting the marginalized on the shelf? Why do I worry about a life that loves hell? Well maybe all this is an unidentified desire to glorify God personified in Jesus Christ crucified Grace And maybe my soul's been singin' songs to my saviour since the day I was born And maybe my saviour's been singin' sweet lullabies to quench the fear in my eyes Maybe not all is lost Maybe hope and salvation really come without cost WELL TRY AND TELL THAT TO THE MAN LIVIN' ON THE STREET WITH NOTHIN' TO EAT an' TELL THAT TO THE CHILD WHOSE FATHER GIVES HIM A DAILY BEATING TELL THE MURDERER'S AND RAPISTS THAT THEY CAN GO FREE TELL THEIR VICTIMS... Tell them what? Grace Maybe it's time I remembered I don't have all the answers Maybe it's time I remembered I am a speck of dust in a rolling beach of existence Maybe it's time I look at what's right in front of me And not strain my neck as far as the eye can see Maybe it's time to focus on living and not just surviving Maybe thriving looks more like trusting than trying Maybe all the answers to my questions aren't really answers at all Maybe it's alright that my walk sometimes feels like a crawl Maybe 100% of the wrongs I do are all my fault Grace Maybe God's lookin' at me like a child set free Maybe God's not lookin' at who I used to be Maybe God's lookin' right past all the bitterness and apathy Maybe God really does look at the heart And maybe He's been holding mine from the very start Maybe this is all going according to plan and if it's not well then maybe God's still using it to help me become a better man Maybe it's time I stopped trying to figure all this out! Grace Let it be felt Tangibly
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Sep 22, 2012
Sep 22, 2012 at 8:56 PM UTC
isaac-golle
Grace (Spoken Word)
Grace. Let it fall like an ocean Let it rip through the skies Let it fill up my heart and pour out my eyes Let it gravitate my soul Let it make me feel whole Let it remind me of why I live Let it remind me of all that you give! Grace Let my heart be made still and let mine eyes be opened! Let me remember that my ears were made to listen And my lips exist for a lot more than just kissin' Let me remember that these hands simply cannot do it all Cuz see I wasn't made for that I wasn't made for that at all Grace I was made to live and when I say live I think I mean give But then I quickly realize I can only give so much! And there's only so many lives I can touch! Well how can I love if I can't constantly give And how can I live if I can't constantly love but Where's the hope in the God above if I'm the one doin' all the work? And that's when I remember I accomplish the most when I just let go And let You grab hold Grace Well what were these hands made for if not feeding the poor? And what are these heart-wrenching feelings of constantly wanting more? Why do my bones ache and my soul quake at the thought Of living for myself? Why do I worry so much about putting the marginalized on the shelf? Why do I worry about a life that loves hell? Well maybe all this is an unidentified desire to glorify God personified in Jesus Christ crucified Grace And maybe my soul's been singin' songs to my saviour since the day I was born And maybe my saviour's been singin' sweet lullabies to quench the fear in my eyes Maybe not all is lost Maybe hope and salvation really come without cost WELL TRY AND TELL THAT TO THE MAN LIVIN' ON THE STREET WITH NOTHIN' TO EAT an' TELL THAT TO THE CHILD WHOSE FATHER GIVES HIM A DAILY BEATING TELL THE MURDERER'S AND RAPISTS THAT THEY CAN GO FREE TELL THEIR VICTIMS... Tell them what? Grace Maybe it's time I remembered I don't have all the answers Maybe it's time I remembered I am a speck of dust in a rolling beach of existence Maybe it's time I look at what's right in front of me And not strain my neck as far as the eye can see Maybe it's time to focus on living and not just surviving Maybe thriving looks more like trusting than trying Maybe all the answers to my questions aren't really answers at all Maybe it's alright that my walk sometimes feels like a crawl Maybe 100% of the wrongs I do are all my fault Grace Maybe God's lookin' at me like a child set free Maybe God's not lookin' at who I used to be Maybe God's lookin' right past all the bitterness and apathy Maybe God really does look at the heart And maybe He's been holding mine from the very start Maybe this is all going according to plan and if it's not well then maybe God's still using it to help me become a better man Maybe it's time I stopped trying to figure all this out! Grace Let it be felt Tangibly
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High on'a farm, make a needle biscuits water-up sits creek jostle potatoes, pan-pot boiling -with carrot cake. Purple sky, tractor runnin' time of day, sun low. E'er body say, "Why dou'a on'a farm?" entered-dat du da future; not Ford'ed fields. Face it dou'a future, "Dat future know it's place." * *Sweet devils singin' to me, sweetened tongue a' beautiful place. . . *"E'erthing set in place, ***** wit I say, -dinner on-ma tray."* *
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Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 12:21 AM UTC
david-john-mowers
sweet devils 1994
High on'a farm, make a needle biscuits water-up sits creek jostle potatoes, pan-pot boiling -with carrot cake. Purple sky, tractor runnin' time of day, sun low. E'er body say, "Why dou'a on'a farm?" entered-dat du da future; not Ford'ed fields. Face it dou'a future, "Dat future know it's place." * *Sweet devils singin' to me, sweetened tongue a' beautiful place. . . *"E'erthing set in place, ***** wit I say, -dinner on-ma tray."* *
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A rainy sunday afternoon... I'm stuck inside singin' a tune.., The weather's forcing me to stay, I'm not runnin' away... It's a rainy, dreary, fogged out town, Just a couple days ago everything shined, But now, no one can leave No one can breathe... It's such a rainy, pourin' sunday, afternoon.
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Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 3:33 PM UTC
Janielle-Mainly
Rainy sunday afternoon
A rainy sunday afternoon... I'm stuck inside singin' a tune.., The weather's forcing me to stay, I'm not runnin' away... It's a rainy, dreary, fogged out town, Just a couple days ago everything shined, But now, no one can leave No one can breathe... It's such a rainy, pourin' sunday, afternoon.
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I feel like a friend-- a true friend, is more than a profile on a website. And peace is more than a handshake agreement brought by the outcome of a gruesome fight. I know that self worth is more than someone's opinion, and in no other dominion but mine own to foster and care for.   And I can see that happiness is more than having money, sure, cause most of us laugh everyday here, and come on, we're dirt poor. And I pray the human soul is more than Casper's counterpart, somewhere between the heart and the pancreas. And God, faith is so much more than cryin' and dyin' over spilt milk between religions. And in case you were confused, "I love you", is more than pet names, bed games, and *** Music is more than pimps, hoes, and MTV Shows, and T-Pain singin through a computer. Believe that life is more than grades and degrees, or drugs and disease, or the 'ABCs' of success that some old man wrote a thousand years ago. This poem has to be more than words strewn together to voice my discontent at the status-quo.. Hell, the word "more" itself is more than a one-syllable statment that what we lack in the present is just a larger quantity of the **** "we already have", and no! The power of your silent agreement is more than that of my voice alone, so... What is "more"? In many ways, "more" is the friend you never had. More peace in the world would end all the mindless bloodshed. More respect and selfworth would bring beauty back to youth, especially to the women in the world, that sell their unique souls to look like the cover of Cosmo. More faith, that grants serenity in the times of hardship, will be the soothing hand of an Angel on our shoulders as we say, "I love you" to our enemies, martyrs for a better world. More positive music will inspire us, to be the change we want to see in the world, today, instead of, "Waitin' on the World to Change "♫ ♪ ♫♪ So ladies and gentlemen, make a decision: if you want to be critics and vipers, war mongers and hope-snipers, ignore my intention, and live with more division. But, if any of you are artists starving for meaning and inspiration, if you envision a world of more than... THIS... Then let a word change a feeling, change a thought, change a meaning, change your mind... And get more out of life.
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Oct 5, 2010
Oct 5, 2010 at 1:38 PM UTC
paul-3
It's More
I feel like a friend-- a true friend, is more than a profile on a website. And peace is more than a handshake agreement brought by the outcome of a gruesome fight. I know that self worth is more than someone's opinion, and in no other dominion but mine own to foster and care for.   And I can see that happiness is more than having money, sure, cause most of us laugh everyday here, and come on, we're dirt poor. And I pray the human soul is more than Casper's counterpart, somewhere between the heart and the pancreas. And God, faith is so much more than cryin' and dyin' over spilt milk between religions. And in case you were confused, "I love you", is more than pet names, bed games, and *** Music is more than pimps, hoes, and MTV Shows, and T-Pain singin through a computer. Believe that life is more than grades and degrees, or drugs and disease, or the 'ABCs' of success that some old man wrote a thousand years ago. This poem has to be more than words strewn together to voice my discontent at the status-quo.. Hell, the word "more" itself is more than a one-syllable statment that what we lack in the present is just a larger quantity of the **** "we already have", and no! The power of your silent agreement is more than that of my voice alone, so... What is "more"? In many ways, "more" is the friend you never had. More peace in the world would end all the mindless bloodshed. More respect and selfworth would bring beauty back to youth, especially to the women in the world, that sell their unique souls to look like the cover of Cosmo. More faith, that grants serenity in the times of hardship, will be the soothing hand of an Angel on our shoulders as we say, "I love you" to our enemies, martyrs for a better world. More positive music will inspire us, to be the change we want to see in the world, today, instead of, "Waitin' on the World to Change "♫ ♪ ♫♪ So ladies and gentlemen, make a decision: if you want to be critics and vipers, war mongers and hope-snipers, ignore my intention, and live with more division. But, if any of you are artists starving for meaning and inspiration, if you envision a world of more than... THIS... Then let a word change a feeling, change a thought, change a meaning, change your mind... And get more out of life.
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I was asked today "what are you really into?" while I was walking to film class. He had changed direction with a flair of drama and was walking along, interrogating me. I had to think. I wondered how I would answer his question, were it posed by someone I was interested in. "I like the smell of hormones colliding, omnipotent in their decision to do so and in doing it." Could I say that? "I like to feel like a hormone," or "I like being a hormone." Were these answers? "I like patting my contracted ******* against the ***** majora of my partner." "I like sewing," I might say. That is, the idea that if I push and she opens both testicles and ******** may pop inside. Like a **** needle pulling a ***** thread through a tight weave. I laugh, imagining what the little man would say, but he doesn't know why. "Stitch her up, Doctor!" I'm laughing. He just says "you know, I'm into chemistry, biology. Just tell me what you're into." I've been silent. Is he still walking with me? All I think to say is "music" pointing to the earbuds dangling over my chest, song interrupted by his pedantry. He says "you've always liked music" as if we've had this conversation before. As if we know each other. And it seems like he will follow me to class. And sit by me. And talk about chemistry and biology while we discuss Singin' in the Rain. Hormones, sewing and music.
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Sep 21, 2012
Sep 21, 2012 at 12:50 AM UTC
sansara-justinovich
Hormones, sewing, music
I was asked today "what are you really into?" while I was walking to film class. He had changed direction with a flair of drama and was walking along, interrogating me. I had to think. I wondered how I would answer his question, were it posed by someone I was interested in. "I like the smell of hormones colliding, omnipotent in their decision to do so and in doing it." Could I say that? "I like to feel like a hormone," or "I like being a hormone." Were these answers? "I like patting my contracted ******* against the ***** majora of my partner." "I like sewing," I might say. That is, the idea that if I push and she opens both testicles and ******** may pop inside. Like a **** needle pulling a ***** thread through a tight weave. I laugh, imagining what the little man would say, but he doesn't know why. "Stitch her up, Doctor!" I'm laughing. He just says "you know, I'm into chemistry, biology. Just tell me what you're into." I've been silent. Is he still walking with me? All I think to say is "music" pointing to the earbuds dangling over my chest, song interrupted by his pedantry. He says "you've always liked music" as if we've had this conversation before. As if we know each other. And it seems like he will follow me to class. And sit by me. And talk about chemistry and biology while we discuss Singin' in the Rain. Hormones, sewing and music.
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You tell me you will never love again. And that life is pointless and bleak. But i can tell, that you are full, of all the love you seek. But no one has been able, to replicate your passion. So I'll woo you with chivalry, keeping things old fashioned. For the idea of real flattery, is just about all lost. A compliment became a comment. A letter became a post. It's seems like we've forgot, what really matters most. But you still happen to be my muse. For when I'm ecstatic or singin' the blues. You're what I want, and what I choose. And through all your scars,  i see a light. And it's what brings me into sight. Of all the brightness you emit, and frightening things, one can't forget. I love you like a dying star, we see you shimmer from afar. So it took years, for your light to hit my eyes. For through your music, your love never dies.
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May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 11:08 PM UTC
lunden-gabriel-lee
Sweet Starlight
You tell me you will never love again. And that life is pointless and bleak. But i can tell, that you are full, of all the love you seek. But no one has been able, to replicate your passion. So I'll woo you with chivalry, keeping things old fashioned. For the idea of real flattery, is just about all lost. A compliment became a comment. A letter became a post. It's seems like we've forgot, what really matters most. But you still happen to be my muse. For when I'm ecstatic or singin' the blues. You're what I want, and what I choose. And through all your scars,  i see a light. And it's what brings me into sight. Of all the brightness you emit, and frightening things, one can't forget. I love you like a dying star, we see you shimmer from afar. So it took years, for your light to hit my eyes. For through your music, your love never dies.
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Gonna move to Qatar ride in a gold Beemer playin' songs for the Emir on a ruby studded guitar. Live in a silver highrise go skiing in the desert eat caviar for desert singin' about the disenfranchised and ruby studded guitars. I'll be an expat in Doha drinkin' with the monarchy speakin' absolute malarkey playin' tunes for all my brohas on my ruby studded guitar in Qatar. r ~ 6/14/14
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Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 10:49 PM UTC
r-2
Guitar from Qatar
Gonna move to Qatar ride in a gold Beemer playin' songs for the Emir on a ruby studded guitar. Live in a silver highrise go skiing in the desert eat caviar for desert singin' about the disenfranchised and ruby studded guitars. I'll be an expat in Doha drinkin' with the monarchy speakin' absolute malarkey playin' tunes for all my brohas on my ruby studded guitar in Qatar. r ~ 6/14/14
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Reggae night, rasta night, Blunts are rolled, tru de night. Round young spliffs, rolled so tight, ***** and ****** hit me so right. Smoke in heavenly peace, Smoking in heavenly peace. Reggae night, rasta night, Island boy, raised up right. Radiant beams from thy holy **** All night long, we be singin' dis song. Poundin' dat kush so hard, Pounding that ****** so hard. Reggae night, rasta night, Slappin' de bass, it's quite a sight. Kush smoke climbs to de heavens above Jaco greens out, Hallelujah. Reggae the Savior is born, Rasta the Savior is born.
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Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC
dertybeatzfromdastreetz
Reggae Night (Silent Night)
Reggae night, rasta night, Blunts are rolled, tru de night. Round young spliffs, rolled so tight, ***** and ****** hit me so right. Smoke in heavenly peace, Smoking in heavenly peace. Reggae night, rasta night, Island boy, raised up right. Radiant beams from thy holy **** All night long, we be singin' dis song. Poundin' dat kush so hard, Pounding that ****** so hard. Reggae night, rasta night, Slappin' de bass, it's quite a sight. Kush smoke climbs to de heavens above Jaco greens out, Hallelujah. Reggae the Savior is born, Rasta the Savior is born.
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||||| 000                                                                                000 ghetto street ( Poverty 's song ) •• I'm just an Orphan Child with a  broken  smile In my deep retreat /:/ Between the gang **** and the dawn // When YE see the police man YE better run •• When I see the silly little white girl Cryin WHERE ARE YE BABY ? takes my mind awhile To just settle down // I'm an orphan song With a silenced sound /:::/ An orphan child ///// ///// Rivers of Blood Alleyway dreams •• An orphan song •• I'm wise and I'm tough and I'm strong •• An orphan child •• So good and so pure and so kind Ain't got no family so you all are mine // The reality of pure Suffering Hurts to the core of humanity // I'm an orphan song An orphan child But everyone is An orphan too In this world which really Ain't no good // Just an orphanage Serving rotten food Just an orphan child Just like you Singin an orphan song For me and you Just an orphan song An orphan song An orphan song
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
jeffrey-robin
it's just an Orphan Song
||||| 000                                                                                000 ghetto street ( Poverty 's song ) •• I'm just an Orphan Child with a  broken  smile In my deep retreat /:/ Between the gang **** and the dawn // When YE see the police man YE better run •• When I see the silly little white girl Cryin WHERE ARE YE BABY ? takes my mind awhile To just settle down // I'm an orphan song With a silenced sound /:::/ An orphan child ///// ///// Rivers of Blood Alleyway dreams •• An orphan song •• I'm wise and I'm tough and I'm strong •• An orphan child •• So good and so pure and so kind Ain't got no family so you all are mine // The reality of pure Suffering Hurts to the core of humanity // I'm an orphan song An orphan child But everyone is An orphan too In this world which really Ain't no good // Just an orphanage Serving rotten food Just an orphan child Just like you Singin an orphan song For me and you Just an orphan song An orphan song An orphan song
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Have you ever loved someone so much                                 you feel your heart more? Not an expression, no literally they make                                                   your heart sore. When you know they're your heart and you are their armor. But what happens when karma                   turns right around and bites you. So the one you most adore then turns on                                                 you to spite you. "Spoke as if my armor now it seems as if                     you forgot what it is inside you." Your smile was the thought, the only one                                                I'd sleep tight too. Many moons have since passed yet I still       struggle to sleep a whole night through. I keep on having this dream. Why do I keep dreaming this dream? Where there's a sun gleamin', birds singin' It's spring and, to my side lays a queen and, I smile as I go to kiss her, tell her I miss her She goes "baby I'm so warm your eyes                 might be stars is what I'm thinkin'. Next thing I know it's just me standing in                                                            the mirror. These ******* walls must be talking cause                                          **** I can hear em. They're saying don't you dare take for                granted what you've lived through. You got one more chance so **** it you                                                                       fight. For all that pain endured better not be                                                          for nothing! Now go out there before it's too late and show even pain can be good for something! I walk out to 20,000 people cheering out                                                            their seats. Throwing roses at my feet, it's oh so loud! When I open my mouth a hush falls over                                                             the crowd. Like wow, this is what being an artist is all                                                                     about. "Remember when you spoke as if you were                                                            my armor? What beauty, for what has become of you                                            the perfect martyr." "Here comes a poem of my heart, before        I depart. Let my words be your armor." Just know that, When I'm gone just carry on, don't mourn, rejoice every time you read my words feel                                                               my voice. And just know that, I'm not underground, you'll see when the      suns around, me looking down... Smilin'. So just feel my voice whenever you're feeling pain, and know that I feel the same.                                                And smile back
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Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 11:36 AM UTC
mikeythepoet
A Poem for When I'm Gone
Have you ever loved someone so much                                 you feel your heart more? Not an expression, no literally they make                                                   your heart sore. When you know they're your heart and you are their armor. But what happens when karma                   turns right around and bites you. So the one you most adore then turns on                                                 you to spite you. "Spoke as if my armor now it seems as if                     you forgot what it is inside you." Your smile was the thought, the only one                                                I'd sleep tight too. Many moons have since passed yet I still       struggle to sleep a whole night through. I keep on having this dream. Why do I keep dreaming this dream? Where there's a sun gleamin', birds singin' It's spring and, to my side lays a queen and, I smile as I go to kiss her, tell her I miss her She goes "baby I'm so warm your eyes                 might be stars is what I'm thinkin'. Next thing I know it's just me standing in                                                            the mirror. These ******* walls must be talking cause                                          **** I can hear em. They're saying don't you dare take for                granted what you've lived through. You got one more chance so **** it you                                                                       fight. For all that pain endured better not be                                                          for nothing! Now go out there before it's too late and show even pain can be good for something! I walk out to 20,000 people cheering out                                                            their seats. Throwing roses at my feet, it's oh so loud! When I open my mouth a hush falls over                                                             the crowd. Like wow, this is what being an artist is all                                                                     about. "Remember when you spoke as if you were                                                            my armor? What beauty, for what has become of you                                            the perfect martyr." "Here comes a poem of my heart, before        I depart. Let my words be your armor." Just know that, When I'm gone just carry on, don't mourn, rejoice every time you read my words feel                                                               my voice. And just know that, I'm not underground, you'll see when the      suns around, me looking down... Smilin'. So just feel my voice whenever you're feeling pain, and know that I feel the same.                                                And smile back
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Verse 1 (Honey ******* ***** I'm Honey ******* bout to bring em some pain. All my haters like a choir, they all singin my name. Ain't got a heart for a broad that's the rule of the game. Now you a fool if you aim. Ill put a tool to ya brain. I'm bout to get it and spend it. If I said it, I meant it. #FuckYoFeelings. Taste my weapon. Act like a ***** Ill raise your blessings YOW You are not familiar with me. If you come makin a move, ***** yo visitor me Verse 2 (Tyga): Its that drop top phenom chop. All gold rolly top. **** yo fans, **** a cop. All my ******* Betty bop. Betty boop, ******* out. Gangsta **** punch you in yo mouth. ***** I don't know what you talkin bout. Flossin now you need dentist now Augh AUGH **** around and Rodney King the beat. Bout that war like Vietnamese. Feelin froggy ***** leap. I'm that ***** you obsolete. I'm in that game you know P-T R-E-C My Swa A-G. Only way you copying me ***** Augh Verse 3 (Honey ******* Asian ***** on another degree. Give me some space, move out my place, ***** I'm just tryna breath. Now if you, see me around your way don't holler at me. I just can't waste all my time cuz I be eatin these beats. Listen you rats here just a captain me. You ain't me homie you just act like me. Well you should watch yo actions please. Cuz there might be some casualties Augh augh They about to witness it. Last Kings but I'm still on my Queen **** SCHWAG Verse 4 (Tyga): Aim aim at yo membrane just for sayin I'm insane and your girl give me neck, Hang man. I ain't playin, I never did lie. Lay around and open yo thighs ****** gon pop like fish gonna fry Nggas talkin greasy like the sh*t got slide WOW High 5. Clap yo face. Change yo disguise, I work hard for the money. Money don't ever come in yo life. A ******* right. When you lie, everybody wanna be just like. Middle finger to the middle of yo eyes. Young young Ty T-Raw need a Heisman Aaaahh
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Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 12:06 PM UTC
Bunhead17
Heisman
Verse 1 (Honey ******* ***** I'm Honey ******* bout to bring em some pain. All my haters like a choir, they all singin my name. Ain't got a heart for a broad that's the rule of the game. Now you a fool if you aim. Ill put a tool to ya brain. I'm bout to get it and spend it. If I said it, I meant it. #FuckYoFeelings. Taste my weapon. Act like a ***** Ill raise your blessings YOW You are not familiar with me. If you come makin a move, ***** yo visitor me Verse 2 (Tyga): Its that drop top phenom chop. All gold rolly top. **** yo fans, **** a cop. All my ******* Betty bop. Betty boop, ******* out. Gangsta **** punch you in yo mouth. ***** I don't know what you talkin bout. Flossin now you need dentist now Augh AUGH **** around and Rodney King the beat. Bout that war like Vietnamese. Feelin froggy ***** leap. I'm that ***** you obsolete. I'm in that game you know P-T R-E-C My Swa A-G. Only way you copying me ***** Augh Verse 3 (Honey ******* Asian ***** on another degree. Give me some space, move out my place, ***** I'm just tryna breath. Now if you, see me around your way don't holler at me. I just can't waste all my time cuz I be eatin these beats. Listen you rats here just a captain me. You ain't me homie you just act like me. Well you should watch yo actions please. Cuz there might be some casualties Augh augh They about to witness it. Last Kings but I'm still on my Queen **** SCHWAG Verse 4 (Tyga): Aim aim at yo membrane just for sayin I'm insane and your girl give me neck, Hang man. I ain't playin, I never did lie. Lay around and open yo thighs ****** gon pop like fish gonna fry Nggas talkin greasy like the sh*t got slide WOW High 5. Clap yo face. Change yo disguise, I work hard for the money. Money don't ever come in yo life. A ******* right. When you lie, everybody wanna be just like. Middle finger to the middle of yo eyes. Young young Ty T-Raw need a Heisman Aaaahh
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The flames be flyin' hot tonight, so the horns be heatin' up just right! Skeep-deep-do-bop-bee-bop-do-skeetle-scat-woo-woo, hell-bop-ba-ska-da fra-la-la-la-la-la-la-foo-foo, yous, look-see-dee-wee-boys doin' da voodoo, look-see-dee-wee-girls playin' wid hoodoo. Cuz, I'm a scat-man, it's a fat fact ma'am! Yeah, I'm a scat-man, it's a fat fact ma'am. And I dun gives a **** if there's no reason to the scat-plan. If you come across the fancy bowler hat, dun be afraid to start stuttering the big skat: Batta-tat-tat looksee-da-flat-uncool-rat givin' his square-eyed-glare to-the-scat-cats     ~meow~ skee-shee-flyin'-the-sillee like a banshee, singin' sillee-skee-shee-all-fancee-free - and we putssss on the br(e)ak(e)s just             like                                                  thissssssss (!)       and                 in  h    a         l               e .... Go! Go!              GO! Skeep-deep-do-bop -bee- bop-do-skeetle-scat-woo-woo, hell-bop ba-ska-da fra-la-la-la-la-la-la-foo-foo, look-see-dee-wee-boys doin' da voodoo, look-see-dee-wee-girls playin' wid-hoodoo. Yeah, I'm a scat-man, it's a fact ma'am!                       x2 Yeah, I'm a scat-man,   it's a fact ma'am.
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Jul 31, 2012
Jul 31, 2012 at 6:35 PM UTC
chris-d-aechtner-1
Scat-Man
The flames be flyin' hot tonight, so the horns be heatin' up just right! Skeep-deep-do-bop-bee-bop-do-skeetle-scat-woo-woo, hell-bop-ba-ska-da fra-la-la-la-la-la-la-foo-foo, yous, look-see-dee-wee-boys doin' da voodoo, look-see-dee-wee-girls playin' wid hoodoo. Cuz, I'm a scat-man, it's a fat fact ma'am! Yeah, I'm a scat-man, it's a fat fact ma'am. And I dun gives a **** if there's no reason to the scat-plan. If you come across the fancy bowler hat, dun be afraid to start stuttering the big skat: Batta-tat-tat looksee-da-flat-uncool-rat givin' his square-eyed-glare to-the-scat-cats     ~meow~ skee-shee-flyin'-the-sillee like a banshee, singin' sillee-skee-shee-all-fancee-free - and we putssss on the br(e)ak(e)s just             like                                                  thissssssss (!)       and                 in  h    a         l               e .... Go! Go!              GO! Skeep-deep-do-bop -bee- bop-do-skeetle-scat-woo-woo, hell-bop ba-ska-da fra-la-la-la-la-la-la-foo-foo, look-see-dee-wee-boys doin' da voodoo, look-see-dee-wee-girls playin' wid-hoodoo. Yeah, I'm a scat-man, it's a fact ma'am!                       x2 Yeah, I'm a scat-man,   it's a fact ma'am.
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Let's dance to the boogie in the room. Hearts pound, energy abound, the hips sway. Cyclical time baby caught in the flume. Fall into me sweetheart, your soul's astray. Arm spread eagles escape into the sound. Could we maybe find peace in this madness? Further gone, blue, red, green, and white abound. EVERYBODY! This love we must address. One more hit, swig, swag, tab, maybe a dab and we're off on the moon again singin. Lay all your innocent out on the slab cuz darlin o girl their love'll be ringin.
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Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 2:16 PM UTC
Shin
Neon Lights and a little Jam
Let's dance to the boogie in the room. Hearts pound, energy abound, the hips sway. Cyclical time baby caught in the flume. Fall into me sweetheart, your soul's astray. Arm spread eagles escape into the sound. Could we maybe find peace in this madness? Further gone, blue, red, green, and white abound. EVERYBODY! This love we must address. One more hit, swig, swag, tab, maybe a dab and we're off on the moon again singin. Lay all your innocent out on the slab cuz darlin o girl their love'll be ringin.
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He raised me the old-fashioned way Never spared the rod Worked daylight to dark Except for Sundays Never heard him say His life was hard Taught me to drive a stick To hunt, to fish, to throw a lick And how to take one Good times fly by Years fade away Yesterday dies Time cries Daddy was a good ol' boy I'm talkin' about them good ol' boys They're the heart of the South Them good ol' boys Well they're about as good as it gets He gave up all the boyhood dreams And plans he'd laid   So that I'd have some Sometimes he'd speak and gaze A glimpse of better days Back on the farm I can just see him now singin' "Not Fade Away" and "True Love Ways" There in the sun Good times fly by Years fade away Yesterday dies Time cries Daddy was a good ol' boy I'm talkin' about them good ol' boys They're the heart of the South Them good ol' boys Well they're about as good as it gets I carry his picture in my wallet Together with his boyhood dreams The picture is of him at 12 years old My wallet's bustin' out at the seams Time cries out for them good ol' boys I'm talkin' about them good ol' boys They're the heart of the South Them good ol' boys My Daddy was as good as it gets Time cries out For the heart of the South Time cries out For the heart of the South Time cries out... Time cries out... Time cries out... © Jason Cole
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Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 8:06 AM UTC
jasoncole
Good Ol' Boy
He raised me the old-fashioned way Never spared the rod Worked daylight to dark Except for Sundays Never heard him say His life was hard Taught me to drive a stick To hunt, to fish, to throw a lick And how to take one Good times fly by Years fade away Yesterday dies Time cries Daddy was a good ol' boy I'm talkin' about them good ol' boys They're the heart of the South Them good ol' boys Well they're about as good as it gets He gave up all the boyhood dreams And plans he'd laid   So that I'd have some Sometimes he'd speak and gaze A glimpse of better days Back on the farm I can just see him now singin' "Not Fade Away" and "True Love Ways" There in the sun Good times fly by Years fade away Yesterday dies Time cries Daddy was a good ol' boy I'm talkin' about them good ol' boys They're the heart of the South Them good ol' boys Well they're about as good as it gets I carry his picture in my wallet Together with his boyhood dreams The picture is of him at 12 years old My wallet's bustin' out at the seams Time cries out for them good ol' boys I'm talkin' about them good ol' boys They're the heart of the South Them good ol' boys My Daddy was as good as it gets Time cries out For the heart of the South Time cries out For the heart of the South Time cries out... Time cries out... Time cries out... © Jason Cole
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this girls got it down when she stomps on the ground the whole town looks around "say what" what what what (no thanks, macklemore) when she flips her hair, and it's in dee air the boys all go "heyyoo" and shout the whole dayyo caz look here allison i know you like peanut butter cookies and your percy jackson bookies and singin' josh groban like (you gotta be jokin') really girl, you think you got it goin'! you inspired me and to climb up in this tree and write this poem just so i could show em that i can take it as well as dish it and girl you the best roommate you got the best traits even though you keep me up caz you be watching 30 rock and wearing my fav pair of socks but that okay caz with you girl, every day is a par-tay
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Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 8:18 PM UTC
sophie-monigatti-lake
Allison
this girls got it down when she stomps on the ground the whole town looks around "say what" what what what (no thanks, macklemore) when she flips her hair, and it's in dee air the boys all go "heyyoo" and shout the whole dayyo caz look here allison i know you like peanut butter cookies and your percy jackson bookies and singin' josh groban like (you gotta be jokin') really girl, you think you got it goin'! you inspired me and to climb up in this tree and write this poem just so i could show em that i can take it as well as dish it and girl you the best roommate you got the best traits even though you keep me up caz you be watching 30 rock and wearing my fav pair of socks but that okay caz with you girl, every day is a par-tay
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I wonder 'oo and wot 'e was, That 'Un I got so slick. I couldn't see 'is face because The night was 'ideous thick. I just made out among the black A blinkin' wedge o' white; Then biff! I guess I got 'im crack -- The man I killed last night. I wonder if account o' me Some ***** will go ***** And 'eaps o' lives will never be, Because 'e's stark and dead? Or if 'is missis damns the war, And by some candle light, Tow-headed kids are prayin' for The Fritz I copped last night. I wonder, 'struth, I wonder why I 'ad that 'orful dream? I saw up in the giddy sky The gates o' God agleam; I saw the gates o' 'eaven shine Wiv everlastin' light: And then . . . I knew that I'd got mine, As 'e got 'is last night. Aye, bang beyond the broodin' mists Where spawn the mother stars, I 'ammered wiv me ****** fists Upon them golden bars; I 'ammered till a devil's doubt Fair froze me wiv affright: To fink wot God would say about The bloke I corpsed last night. I 'ushed; I wilted wiv despair, When, like a rosy flame, I sees a angel standin' there 'Oo calls me by me name. 'E 'ad such soft, such shiny eyes; 'E 'eld 'is 'and and smiled; And through the gates o' Paradise 'E led me like a child. 'E led me by them golden palms Wot 'ems that jeweled street; And seraphs was a-singin' psalms, You've no ideer 'ow sweet; Wiv cheroobs crowdin' closer round Than peas is in a pod, 'E led me to a shiny mound Where beams the throne o' God. And then I 'ears God's werry voice: "Bill 'agan, 'ave no fear. Stand up and glory and rejoice For 'im 'oo led you 'ere." And in a nip I seemed to see: Aye, like a flash o' light, My angel pal I knew to be The chap I plugged last night. Now, I don't claim to understand -- They calls me Bonehead Bill; They shoves a rifle in me 'and, And show me 'ow to **** Me job's to risk me life and limb, But . . . be it wrong or right, This cross I'm makin', it's for 'im, The cove I croaked last night.
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Robert Service
Bonehead Bill
I wonder 'oo and wot 'e was, That 'Un I got so slick. I couldn't see 'is face because The night was 'ideous thick. I just made out among the black A blinkin' wedge o' white; Then biff! I guess I got 'im crack -- The man I killed last night. I wonder if account o' me Some ***** will go ***** And 'eaps o' lives will never be, Because 'e's stark and dead? Or if 'is missis damns the war, And by some candle light, Tow-headed kids are prayin' for The Fritz I copped last night. I wonder, 'struth, I wonder why I 'ad that 'orful dream? I saw up in the giddy sky The gates o' God agleam; I saw the gates o' 'eaven shine Wiv everlastin' light: And then . . . I knew that I'd got mine, As 'e got 'is last night. Aye, bang beyond the broodin' mists Where spawn the mother stars, I 'ammered wiv me ****** fists Upon them golden bars; I 'ammered till a devil's doubt Fair froze me wiv affright: To fink wot God would say about The bloke I corpsed last night. I 'ushed; I wilted wiv despair, When, like a rosy flame, I sees a angel standin' there 'Oo calls me by me name. 'E 'ad such soft, such shiny eyes; 'E 'eld 'is 'and and smiled; And through the gates o' Paradise 'E led me like a child. 'E led me by them golden palms Wot 'ems that jeweled street; And seraphs was a-singin' psalms, You've no ideer 'ow sweet; Wiv cheroobs crowdin' closer round Than peas is in a pod, 'E led me to a shiny mound Where beams the throne o' God. And then I 'ears God's werry voice: "Bill 'agan, 'ave no fear. Stand up and glory and rejoice For 'im 'oo led you 'ere." And in a nip I seemed to see: Aye, like a flash o' light, My angel pal I knew to be The chap I plugged last night. Now, I don't claim to understand -- They calls me Bonehead Bill; They shoves a rifle in me 'and, And show me 'ow to **** Me job's to risk me life and limb, But . . . be it wrong or right, This cross I'm makin', it's for 'im, The cove I croaked last night.
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hey hey hey hey humos done an a hey biggie jiggie an the bulgine run now here sits me on me broken knees singin "hey biggie jiggie an the bulgine run" -------------- when they called out the names in the ole town square and we looked so proud though we all were scared but we weren't ones to jes walk away even from a war had no reason ------ hey hey hey hey humos done an a hey biggie jiggie an the bulgine run now here sits me on me broken knees singin "hey biggie jiggie an the bulgine run" -------------- years have come and then did go pain last long an healin is slow i always remembeer those few years a youth that they stole from me so easily --------- now i don't blame anyone but me the hero of my own ****** dream instead of raisin a family i try best i can jes to walk the street---- -------- hey hey hey hey humos done an a hey biggie jiggie an the bulgine run now here sits me an me broken knees singin "hey biggie jiggie an the bulgine run" --------------
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Aug 2, 2010
Aug 2, 2010 at 4:20 PM UTC
jeffrey-robin
from a "traditional" song
hey hey hey hey humos done an a hey biggie jiggie an the bulgine run now here sits me on me broken knees singin "hey biggie jiggie an the bulgine run" -------------- when they called out the names in the ole town square and we looked so proud though we all were scared but we weren't ones to jes walk away even from a war had no reason ------ hey hey hey hey humos done an a hey biggie jiggie an the bulgine run now here sits me on me broken knees singin "hey biggie jiggie an the bulgine run" -------------- years have come and then did go pain last long an healin is slow i always remembeer those few years a youth that they stole from me so easily --------- now i don't blame anyone but me the hero of my own ****** dream instead of raisin a family i try best i can jes to walk the street---- -------- hey hey hey hey humos done an a hey biggie jiggie an the bulgine run now here sits me an me broken knees singin "hey biggie jiggie an the bulgine run" --------------
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Just an average day in my average life no cause at all for worry or strife. But then it hits out of the blue. This terrible feeling is nothing new... So I sing the Anxiety song Anxiety song Before its over something will go wrong... In my anxiety song. My hear beats fast and I can't get air. I don't think straight. I'm so **** scared. At about this point, I start to cry. I really really wanna die. But I sing The anxiety song. anxiety song. A panic attack can feel so long. Here's my anxiety song. You want to have a good day, but your brain is saying "no way". Things are not ok . Why can't it go away goawaygoawaygoaway goawaygoawayawayawayaway [hyperventilates] [gathers self] It's the anxiety song anxiety song. I'm gonna finish it singin' strong. It's my anxiety song.
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Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 12:33 AM UTC
morseismyjam
the anxiety song
Just an average day in my average life no cause at all for worry or strife. But then it hits out of the blue. This terrible feeling is nothing new... So I sing the Anxiety song Anxiety song Before its over something will go wrong... In my anxiety song. My hear beats fast and I can't get air. I don't think straight. I'm so **** scared. At about this point, I start to cry. I really really wanna die. But I sing The anxiety song. anxiety song. A panic attack can feel so long. Here's my anxiety song. You want to have a good day, but your brain is saying "no way". Things are not ok . Why can't it go away goawaygoawaygoaway goawaygoawayawayawayaway [hyperventilates] [gathers self] It's the anxiety song anxiety song. I'm gonna finish it singin' strong. It's my anxiety song.
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I'm Somehow Seein' Your Face, when I close my eyes... I'm Somehow Seein' Your Face, as I'm starin' into the brightness of a new day... I'm Somehow Seein' Your Face, as I'm gazin' into the darkness of a new night... I've been askin' myself why- still I'm not sure if I'm gettin' any answers! We've only met once- face to face, several months ago. But, since then, we've spent many hours a night; talkin' into the early mornin'; buildin' our friendship! As I'm listenin' to your voice while we are talkin' or you are singin' to me- I'm realizin' its effectin' me in different ways- it soothes and calms me; yet, energizes and awakens me! When we can't talk- I feel this loneliness that I can't explain- and there's so much I'm wantin' to say! Then knowin' when we can again- I feel this anxiousness, almost over-takin' me! And an odd-sense of happiness practically consumes me! Which is confusin' me... Cause I'm not sure of what I'm feelin' or if I'm feelin' more than what I'm admittin' to myself... But I'm seekin' answers- I'm wonderin' over and over again, if I'm tryin' to deny somethin' that I shouldn't be... And if you are maybe doin' the same... I think I'm feelin' more here happenin' than just friendship; as if we've got this connection, somewhere along the way! Is there somethin' more than what we yet to admit or know... All I know, as of yet- I'm Somehow Seein' Your Face, when I close my eyes... 2008 COPYRIGHT; Sabrina Denise Healey, ~Angelmom~
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Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC
Angelmomme
I'm Somehow Seein' Your Face~
I'm Somehow Seein' Your Face, when I close my eyes... I'm Somehow Seein' Your Face, as I'm starin' into the brightness of a new day... I'm Somehow Seein' Your Face, as I'm gazin' into the darkness of a new night... I've been askin' myself why- still I'm not sure if I'm gettin' any answers! We've only met once- face to face, several months ago. But, since then, we've spent many hours a night; talkin' into the early mornin'; buildin' our friendship! As I'm listenin' to your voice while we are talkin' or you are singin' to me- I'm realizin' its effectin' me in different ways- it soothes and calms me; yet, energizes and awakens me! When we can't talk- I feel this loneliness that I can't explain- and there's so much I'm wantin' to say! Then knowin' when we can again- I feel this anxiousness, almost over-takin' me! And an odd-sense of happiness practically consumes me! Which is confusin' me... Cause I'm not sure of what I'm feelin' or if I'm feelin' more than what I'm admittin' to myself... But I'm seekin' answers- I'm wonderin' over and over again, if I'm tryin' to deny somethin' that I shouldn't be... And if you are maybe doin' the same... I think I'm feelin' more here happenin' than just friendship; as if we've got this connection, somewhere along the way! Is there somethin' more than what we yet to admit or know... All I know, as of yet- I'm Somehow Seein' Your Face, when I close my eyes... 2008 COPYRIGHT; Sabrina Denise Healey, ~Angelmom~
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advil & gatorade bring a moment's ease to my rending body. soaked wet/head-splitting, after long night in an awenda tent/colt 45 at 41 turtle. off to the city in a packed car (rainy 401) to cop a bass. also decided to pawn the old red body and grab a little classical gitr. shred it in my basement room. singin' folksongs.
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Sep 20, 2011
Sep 20, 2011 at 11:04 PM UTC
alloyddavies
advil & gatorade
advil & gatorade bring a moment's ease to my rending body. soaked wet/head-splitting, after long night in an awenda tent/colt 45 at 41 turtle. off to the city in a packed car (rainy 401) to cop a bass. also decided to pawn the old red body and grab a little classical gitr. shred it in my basement room. singin' folksongs.
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I hate dull poems with no point That makes no cents at all I intend to laff it off and Blame the alcohol. Yes, Jaegar Bombz and Jello Sots As far as i can tell, Are fool fuel to propel my work George Strait to Poem Hell. I was gettin’ almost sober, SO Had another Jaegar, and a beer (or two) Lean closed to George and whispered in his ear I’m here for a good time – juss like u Yeah Iss country singin’ at is best If u king n rite the kind that sell But I get;n kinda sleepy Stink my peom bombses swell. SO moreally the story, if you right pomes wen yur drnuk Beddter wate till til the mmornnimg lite To post it post it post it tooo That Hallowed Pomes site LwP$@Qx)911 ^^(
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Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 2:10 AM UTC
phil-lindsey
Jaegar Bombs and Jello Shots
I hate dull poems with no point That makes no cents at all I intend to laff it off and Blame the alcohol. Yes, Jaegar Bombz and Jello Sots As far as i can tell, Are fool fuel to propel my work George Strait to Poem Hell. I was gettin’ almost sober, SO Had another Jaegar, and a beer (or two) Lean closed to George and whispered in his ear I’m here for a good time – juss like u Yeah Iss country singin’ at is best If u king n rite the kind that sell But I get;n kinda sleepy Stink my peom bombses swell. SO moreally the story, if you right pomes wen yur drnuk Beddter wate till til the mmornnimg lite To post it post it post it tooo That Hallowed Pomes site LwP$@Qx)911 ^^(
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Is this not prayer? is this tool not the tool I hoped for? The pen filled by the ever-flowing flowery ink that re-news old knowns left to ripen under bald and hoary heads in stoney hearts softened by seventy years worth of salty tears and sad songs "great was the number of them, wombed ones all, who sang of the victory to be" Miriam and Hannah, Deborah and Jael, who retold those tales by the rivers of Babylon? And who fueled the furnace seven times hotter, to signal the unbelivable fourth. being likend unto the son of god, though the analogy seems lacking evidence that the likeness can be reproved. Look again. This magi-tech converged from all the poetic, pathetic ethos of logo marks making proper ification of a rythm's un legit singin' in public, on the corner, wit' Willie and the po'boys beat me daddy six t' the bar--- Oh --- those ethnic poundings on my skull, --- send those feelings, urging, grow grow grow --- 'til the roofs cain't hold hope in then hear come them ol' time thought cops, wee gray dominees preparing dominoes for one reason, dominos are never stood to stand, but to fall touching one, touching one, touching one whisper, rest the waiting is over, this is the time to start all over.
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Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 11:37 AM UTC
kenpepiton
Sunday's muse
Is this not prayer? is this tool not the tool I hoped for? The pen filled by the ever-flowing flowery ink that re-news old knowns left to ripen under bald and hoary heads in stoney hearts softened by seventy years worth of salty tears and sad songs "great was the number of them, wombed ones all, who sang of the victory to be" Miriam and Hannah, Deborah and Jael, who retold those tales by the rivers of Babylon? And who fueled the furnace seven times hotter, to signal the unbelivable fourth. being likend unto the son of god, though the analogy seems lacking evidence that the likeness can be reproved. Look again. This magi-tech converged from all the poetic, pathetic ethos of logo marks making proper ification of a rythm's un legit singin' in public, on the corner, wit' Willie and the po'boys beat me daddy six t' the bar--- Oh --- those ethnic poundings on my skull, --- send those feelings, urging, grow grow grow --- 'til the roofs cain't hold hope in then hear come them ol' time thought cops, wee gray dominees preparing dominoes for one reason, dominos are never stood to stand, but to fall touching one, touching one, touching one whisper, rest the waiting is over, this is the time to start all over.
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you walked out as easy as you came in.. i dont know you but you make me smile and grin.. like a little child getting ready to go for a spin.. i didnt want to intrude cause i know that it's a sin.. i try to throw these words in the bin.. but no matter what i do, these thoughts of you keep seeping in.. but you left without notice.. you make me lose focus.. as mesmerizing as a lotus.. you can create art just by using parts of the smarts that depart your mind and heart.. i try to keep you close, trying to find the spark.. trying to beat the shark you left in my ark.. running from this dark room.. waiting for your witty remark.. but i dont hear it.. you must have embarked for the park to plant another shark.. maybe ive lost a part of me.. but i dont need your sympathy.. all i wanted was to get to know you, really.. but all i am to you is silly.. as silly as ***** singin rockabilly.. but now you've disappeared, my mind grows weary, my eyes get teary, and my heart gets dreary.. maybe im dreaming.. maybe theres a way to wake up from the screaming.. to escape this seemingly gleaming scheme.. but things arent always what they seem.. this stream of dreams is what's keeping me in between.. so i look for a machine that can clean what ive seen.. to erase these memories.. so i can find my new queen.. i dont need someone from a magazine.. i just need you to intervene with my routine.. nothing obscene.. you just make me feel like im eighteen doped up with morphine.. youre a trip.. a high.. making me lose my grip.. feeling like im being cracked by the tip of a whip.. you make me lose my censorship, making my hip flip till i slip from this trip.. but youre gone now.. so i offer you a page from the stage of my mind.. hoping it's me you find.. not acting blind.. so lets just rewind.. i just want to get to know your mind.. and make us feel entwined.. pauldeeeeee 15mar2011
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Jul 23, 2011
Jul 23, 2011 at 6:05 PM UTC
pauldeeeeee
a trip.
you walked out as easy as you came in.. i dont know you but you make me smile and grin.. like a little child getting ready to go for a spin.. i didnt want to intrude cause i know that it's a sin.. i try to throw these words in the bin.. but no matter what i do, these thoughts of you keep seeping in.. but you left without notice.. you make me lose focus.. as mesmerizing as a lotus.. you can create art just by using parts of the smarts that depart your mind and heart.. i try to keep you close, trying to find the spark.. trying to beat the shark you left in my ark.. running from this dark room.. waiting for your witty remark.. but i dont hear it.. you must have embarked for the park to plant another shark.. maybe ive lost a part of me.. but i dont need your sympathy.. all i wanted was to get to know you, really.. but all i am to you is silly.. as silly as ***** singin rockabilly.. but now you've disappeared, my mind grows weary, my eyes get teary, and my heart gets dreary.. maybe im dreaming.. maybe theres a way to wake up from the screaming.. to escape this seemingly gleaming scheme.. but things arent always what they seem.. this stream of dreams is what's keeping me in between.. so i look for a machine that can clean what ive seen.. to erase these memories.. so i can find my new queen.. i dont need someone from a magazine.. i just need you to intervene with my routine.. nothing obscene.. you just make me feel like im eighteen doped up with morphine.. youre a trip.. a high.. making me lose my grip.. feeling like im being cracked by the tip of a whip.. you make me lose my censorship, making my hip flip till i slip from this trip.. but youre gone now.. so i offer you a page from the stage of my mind.. hoping it's me you find.. not acting blind.. so lets just rewind.. i just want to get to know your mind.. and make us feel entwined.. pauldeeeeee 15mar2011
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Traveling, just rambling along on this lonely old road All my life, on this journey of mine; I've been carryin' a heavy load Still contemplating on my last trip, my mind's already full People can say, this life got my ***** to the wall Can't stop livin' this life, already miss my ***** My baby waiting at home, can't sleep on the wheel, or I'll end up in the ditch Hittin' seventy five, hopped on speed Singin' along with the radio, wishin' I had some more creed To look forward to a better life,but nothing can beat this Me and my rig, can you dig this Highway is a playground, this truck is my toy Back home, there who waits for me is my little boy Trucker hats, cop sunglasses, even a mullet can make it a full redneck gear Can't recall the last time I took some time off, must have been like 10 years Screaming past rural towns, honking at hot chicks in fast cars Every night, I'm a stranger at a run down bar Just lookin' at the pictures in my wallet To give up all this, hell no, I rather eat a bullet My baby, my dog, and my little boy's waitin' for me Freedom is my highway, this rig is my guiding light for me HELL YEA!!
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Sep 1, 2010
Sep 1, 2010 at 8:58 PM UTC
steven-brett-craig
Trucker's Anthem!!!
Traveling, just rambling along on this lonely old road All my life, on this journey of mine; I've been carryin' a heavy load Still contemplating on my last trip, my mind's already full People can say, this life got my ***** to the wall Can't stop livin' this life, already miss my ***** My baby waiting at home, can't sleep on the wheel, or I'll end up in the ditch Hittin' seventy five, hopped on speed Singin' along with the radio, wishin' I had some more creed To look forward to a better life,but nothing can beat this Me and my rig, can you dig this Highway is a playground, this truck is my toy Back home, there who waits for me is my little boy Trucker hats, cop sunglasses, even a mullet can make it a full redneck gear Can't recall the last time I took some time off, must have been like 10 years Screaming past rural towns, honking at hot chicks in fast cars Every night, I'm a stranger at a run down bar Just lookin' at the pictures in my wallet To give up all this, hell no, I rather eat a bullet My baby, my dog, and my little boy's waitin' for me Freedom is my highway, this rig is my guiding light for me HELL YEA!!
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