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I believe in you
your voice telling me its true is the only thing that I can 'ere believe as true my dreams no matter how pretend no matter make believe are the only things that I will ever know as true I just believe in you I believe in everything you've got my world on you depends What you give sustains the ends I will wrap this up my…
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all for none
all for none
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SHAMELESS PLUG
A friend of mine put this together, check it out if you'd like. It's pretty fun. And the guy who did it wants to do other editions - for this first one he used writers he knew, but for other books he'll open it up to other writers. So any horror writer people out there... http://www.amazon.com/Hell-Comes-Hollyw ...…
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Sometimes
sometimes I wonder how will I ever understand or what makes a flower grow and who is the man on the moon where is he hiding will he be back soon. sometimes I dream of castles in the sky and wonder is there room to open a window and fly just above the heavens just enough to see inside just enough to see your smile and…
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My recent photography opportunity
Hey Everyone, I recently got an awesome opportunity to photograph Warped Tour and I was really proud of the work I produced from the all day shoot. I don't generally post on this section of the board but it seemed like the appropriate place to do so. I've really fallen in love with the art of concert photography and would…
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So far away
I’ve been looking everywhere for you On the beach and the dark side of the moon And here you are sitting all alone in your garden Planting memories and turning over stones And you have locked the gate to be left alone To watch your memories grow. Standing at the gate I can see you all alone Talking to your memories and…
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Meanwhile, the world turns...
It's time to be singin' my hope songs again square in my pocket, I wrote with my pen stars on a hot night, black behind white far off or near by, they give us some light pounding white water rushes down hill noisy but so loved, we question it still spinning tornado, dark grey above quiet or gusty, it mixes our love it's…
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i'm not mad about you
i'm not mad about you
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Way
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She
This is something that I wrote after scrapping another project I thought I wanted to do. It may be familiar Talented, talented, oh so valiant, she channels her love to all those surrounding it. A picture of fiction provided description, she challenged my soul, I drank from her diction Wanting her, wanting her, taunting and…
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*sigh*
I've been suffering immensely I feel the emptiness of the air and sky here I feel the lack of tomorrow's song and the lack of a natural open road it's worse than what I feared! I feared the heaviness of the effort but the hole is so much worse and after all I've learned about love, I guess there was something else I needed…
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Numbers
There might be a million words there might be a dozen systems of notation (for words and music and numbers) there might be a thousand stars in the sky there could even be 12 trillion questions starting with the word "Why?" and 51 birds flying in the same direction at five o'clock everyday or 38 boats sailing in a bay on…
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Lucky Jack
Lucky Jack would double back then take a look around just to see the cat next door walk along the fense I swear that cat could read Lucky Jacks mind but it all comes in time Lucky Jack would act like he just didn't mind till the night time came and that old cat would cuddle up next to Lucky Jack and the world seemed all…
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~angel traces~
an angel whispered i may be done here but i'm not finished look, right over there she has the strength respect and sense to not take for granted this most precious gift not letting her forget by bringing laughter to her lips even when her heart is crying a reminder though she knows that everyday on this earth is one given…
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Poets are the Salt of the Earth
a written word to charm a written word to make one feel whole again a written thought to let someone know they are not alone touching even just one soul, the reward finding truth, and meaning, leading to love through pain the muse is a fickle bitch indeed. a smiling whore who gives and takes. pain for words, words for…
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Good Morning Dew
I feel like this is the immediate arrival of birds landing on songs escape is their lives they are the sun they are the air they are the pines (ours to know this too) in the morning, as natural as dew first breath of the mountains drawn like we were last night surrounded underneath you, lifting and holding your arms out…
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Anew
Oh why did I read that? Why did I read that book this particular night? I should have known a good book of songs was dangerous! what type of idiot reads about emotion today? It's much smoother to sound all calm and logical isn't it? Despite the fact that reading old lyrics can make one cry and turn red even dusty songs…
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Poets are the Scum of the Earth
Most art Art that society values and cherishes Deals with pain Rather it be the written word or the structured noise or the blurred image The most popular attempts of artistic expression were done by madmen And were about the pain they felt inside or saw around them And the people applauded Because we can all relate in our…
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choices
I could ignore any and all misgivings and go on but I want to pour some time into my own gifts again I need to!!! my health can't be ignored anymore plus, my practicing needs to be bumped up too because opportunities are knocking and if I ignore these chances close by I'll have nothing of my own left however, if I do pour…
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It's simple:
All this water scares me lately (mine and yours) it would be too much for me to go through the entire cycle again my heart is stitched up and healing now and I'd like to leave it that way I'm afraid of repeating the entire cycle again with hope-effort-belief-disappointment I know the pattern too well I see the other…
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blah, blah, blah
got a set of eyes falling apart so fucking tired they feel wrong these are my lost ways clumsily rolling around in my skull i'll have some grapes though fruit does work and i have not stopped my own slavery of self all the while vineyards and orchards hire help why can't i get help where are my feet headed? all i know is…
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"Untitled"
One of these days I'm going to run like rain trying to reach the clouds.
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"You Know the Way"
Today I’ve been searching for a connection but my phones always off the hook. I keep my eyes to the ground while sailing my dreams on tomorrow. Here and there are the poems I wrote for you, always thought but never spoken. Locked away in my mind I hope they see the sunrise. Burn the scattered pages of my life that keep…
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Frustration
My mood today Not meaning to be contrary yet it sometimes happens like a sponge too heavy I feel with seriousness the lack of open channels for this water I'm going to have to hold it again full to bursting just keep it inside living as a giant cup or squeeze it out to let it dry all because it can't really flow where it…
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Acrosssssssssssssss
I miss the Acrossssssshittttt out of somebody....does anybody else?
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Poem: Solid rain of cold
From ghostly colors I became pouring solid rain gray & white Supple grace from that of timeless snowflakes I am not But rather I became coarse & frozen all sliding downward Sometimes hanging in thin air are my memories along with my intuition from tomorrow I am not spring showers nor am I summer’s sunbelt I come from…
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each night
each night i see the stars floating in your eyes like diamonds in disguise seeking dawn so they can hide i hear your voice call out to me like a wave amongst the sea meeting land another time i feel your touch heal the pain like before once again waiting for what cannot be i sleep to dream of when you were like gifts of…
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One after another
Its really all about tone isn't it? Tone and doing it right? preparation and approach to slide to the destination with the right combination of gestures instead of blasting clumsily into the door it's what everyone wants that magical combination, a series of scenes line after line of the right words the collection of…
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"A Tidal Beauty"
In this river time unwinds. Meaningless, we drift further away from the emptiness in our lives. Together we hold till we know longer no why. Sinking down we look up as our lives play out like ragged silhouettes. If only we could return to a time when our eyes could see, the colors rush. In this place of nothing the loss is…