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Spring Forward
You wake up early But your running late And you can’t ignore The lack of traffic today Breakfast menu’s down And the coffee’s cold Listen to the time on the radio Can’t believe what your told Time might spring forward But your hanging back It’s that time of year You need winter hours back Every single time Sneaks on up…
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Groundhog Day
Original song Hope you like it. Any feedback is appreciated. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bBdME0WoiaY&t=31s
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Take Me Back
original song Hope you like it. Any feedback would be appreciated. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OECGZys5rCo
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Shakes
This is an original track/demo I wrote and recorded. I recorded the guitar and vocal and then laid the drums over the top. Best I can do with an iPhone. Will get it recorded properly one day. Hope you like it. Any feedback is appreciated https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qXMUIsPWS4A&t=8s
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Calm Blue Ocean
This is an original track/demo I wrote and recorded. I recorded the guitar and vocal and then laid the drums over the top. Best I can do with an iPhone. Will get it recorded properly one day. Hope you like it. Any feedback is appreciated. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bv7KuxvyNdg
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Alive
Went to work Drove home Hurts I'm not alone Always Somewhere To go Afraid to leave No heart In me I'm shook No hand In a fire I stand Layin low Unknown hope Trapped In a life That is No life I'm walking In my Walking shoes Bruised Alive Dying to sleep In a safe bed No more writing I'll be Reading instead Hitchin a ride…
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Meaning+ nothing is everything+ Discard all Thought
In my beginning I attempt a new direction Found it on repeat Circles becoming smaller each time Left alone to become one Time healed we are now three Please, I search for the meaning of each decision Good or Bad Richer or Poorer What are my needs? I want or desire nothing I fulfill others needs, are they mostly wants? Exit…
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The waiting game / The waiting room
Written at least 10 years ago (minus a few more recent edits), but since today we are all waiting for something, it seemed fitting. It's the waiting that kills me, The big spaces full of nothing. The empty air, It numbs my every breath. I sit still and quietly, My chest moves up and down In even measures Like a perfect…
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Looking for Countries Stickers
Anyone have an extras ?? Looking to purchase or trade ...
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Sea of Orange
This is an acoustic version I wrote to describe the difficulties of a FIFO (Fly in Fly Out) worker in North Western Australia. We spend weeks/months away from home and loved ones and very little time at home. All proceeds from downloads I will be donating to Beyond Blue, a foundation set up to assist people with mental…
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Rise up and live
The water is good The food is good I will wait here Till you come home In the meantime Water and food Whether it be For you For me I am living I try giving Search for the lost If you see anyone that seems compromised call sex trafficking # and give them info 888 3737 888
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From my son's new CD
https://youtu.be/pY41L9Cd1n0
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Changes
Head pounding Yesterday In my heart The dream is made It's gold Ya know It flows A river Of gold Stream sounding Beautiful Ya know It's cold The life Is soul The dream is made Of youth The blues Is tattooed It's everything
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Stars Over the Dordoigne by Sylvia Plath
I love this poem... https://allpoetry.com/Stars-Over-The-Dordogne
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Parenthood
The hardest job in the world, Is the one without pay. The one that only reaps rewards, Which are far and few between. A job, that at times, Can make or break you. One that shows your strength, Yet reveals your weaknesses No two days are alike, And the tasks vary in ways, That even you don't understand. Like a circle, This…
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Gun Greets Barrel First
Bartering butchers sunbath in their wares, Cohorts build schemes of betrayal whilst the penniless share... Random tails move through snails, From ear to ear the campaign smear. Over much time they speak and grow minds. Crop-circled wastelands grow matter gray. Ponds of jelly -once the oceans recede. The air filters warmth…
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written on the spot
Halfway to mexico quart of rum in my hand walking knee deep in sand Found two dollars on the ground Made me smile - because I was broke...and horny Whores are cheap down there They enjoy their work They do it with a smile Don't drink the water It's a myth...and a bad one Be a man, in Mexico Big mustaches are in style…
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Lack of humor
I realize humorous poetry is often looked down upon, yet I find myself unable to continue the current trend of "profound art..." Here are two poems which may amuse or very well upset. (For your Own Good) It is for your own good, Even if it kills you. If it means the rod, We will teach you. You are the future. Yet, you are…
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I keep writing
Where is jam Where is chad All the legends Left this land I keep on writing Moving along Wondering if words are wrong If you see the blue sky While being enlightened By high tide Throw a line Into my mind My heart will live And then I'll feel As it stands I don't feel real
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Sickness
Your weapon is oppression It will fade like your ammo What a waste of time It will change for mine On towards a storm Weathered like a torn acl I will climb the mountain Giving myself to hell Just to be with you Lol the write is left And then there's nothing