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Wrote this about 20 odd years ago
Never shared this, maybe with my wife but that's about all, always thought it should be a song but never could find it's musical fit. Tell me what you think (i was about 20): Locked in a world that were his own thoughts He faced the mosaic that was his past, present, and future Confronted with the possibility of hostility…
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poetry is war
fact
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Let's take the scenic route
Sometimes I feel like I'm happily riding along and the driver takes a wrong turn down a dark alley! that's the point at which I have to say somethin' (um, excuse me beauty boy, but I think you need to look at the map) when I was younger, I used to pretend to be less capable than I am (don't want to scare folks off) but, I…
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My Song entered in Guitar Center 3 contest
Hey - I have entered into a Guitar Center songwriter contest and would love feedback on my song. Thanks! Fun Fact - It is in the same tuning as daughter G G D G B D (although it sounds a lot different) Here is the Site: http://songwriter.revimage.com/channels/Evan+Riley Evan
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Turns Me Around
I don't write about love, it's either there or it's not. If there's something in between, lust lost, If I was ever to rely on someone to be there always The truth is the lessons were the best I've got. There's no wonderful prince charming nor a super hero flying. There's no one brought up to be daring, clever, bold and…
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I'll be Captain Obvious
Love that travels back and forth that's still the best feeling in the world! Like a spiral staircase, it can become an ascending loop :D <-- Captain O's face
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Changing the pattern
Unless a person is living her days like a machine churning out material of the same design because it's a fabric factory and that's the best selling material, it seems like a good idea to do something else once the pattern has been firmly established! How many days does it take to convince a man you always love him? I'm…
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"Story"
There is an idea. The more we remove ourselves from religion and spirituality the more we remove ourselves from myth. The more we embrace science the more our lives becomes a series of events punctuated by cold facts and numbers. We become binary code; a series of zeros and ones. With the human being removed from the…
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Connected with pain
Connected with pain Connected not only to the needle Chained not only to the bed By force interwoven with silence Shackled onto loneliness Melted with fear Integrated with incomprehension Cry out for help But no one listens No one cares
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Blind
Blind Running for my first photo gig Out of breath, black spots in my sight Became black clouds, bleedings in my eyes Clouding my view I saw it happening in my eyes I saw, I saw… I was going blind And there was nothing I could do to stop it The doctors confirmed my fear Shooting lasers in my eyes to slow the process down…
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"Reach"
If this waking life is nothing but a dream then there is nothing to be. Nothing that can’t be undone or bound to soul. A dream within a dream like emptiness resting anxiously upon nothing. They do not speak but are aware of each other. Like scorned lovers they can only touch for fleeting moments. Yet in those instances…
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Snap The Butterfly
New Song - In the ground https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KhTQaUJUX_E
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fly back home
a poem song for my dad Wait! The wind the rain dropping (an angel descends) like its bringing good tidings… Yes, good tidings… From so far away So far away away Home………………………..:…………..:..:::.:.. That place i always knowed wanted me there And i wanted to always find you my most cherished and beautiful childhood drawing .. a…
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right now not yet
I think I'm barely right here barely close but not quite touching or full-on maybe some running or smoothing waters over collapse goes the seizure but just not yet between us is only seeing each other the burn from desire melts the pieces that stay ready steady no not yet first suffocate to noises I don't often hear…
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glimpses of then
Oh, wouldn't I want to remember what that's like! to sit peacefully in my own haze of love touch that fog of joy bright white with the sun rising floating up, to ride those bubbles of happiness! magic vehicle, ride on up turn the key, crank it! rattle the ice, watch it melt warm the glass, shake two too I've been mature…
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poem: don't know
she is fascinating i am seen feeling it, her allurement she herself is spells that cling like moss onto emerald i need it my mind not to rest 1400 days multiplied thousands of years worth of night i see it her breasts trip like euphoria i am in the captivated circle living off of her i am fed explosives dandelions & gun…
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Twinkle drop
She sometimes spent spare minutes wondering about questions of fate or choice and then some idea would suddenly appear like the sparkle of a beautiful water drop hanging on the lanai. It was so often like that! She'd be pounding her head on some brick wall, getting a scarred forehead, and then some kind of WOW moment would…
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The Scorpion and the Frog
I can't help it It's in my nature I am the scorpion and the frog All the things That I desire Are destroyed by my touch
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"Why Go Where"
Oh dreams if you be the mad wind at my feet please leave me be. The unabashed possibilities mixed with such tantalizing sin cannot hope to free me. Trapped within the backdrop of suffering; sadness madly laughing with delight. And those dots of light seem so far away. Washed by the rivers of time their muted brilliance…
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Nowhere
The tree shapes are molded by the trucks that carry their load the red horizon shows me the mirage of the end of the road there are some that stop for some fun on the side I may have lost my mind but I still have my pride I look for you all night at the bottom of my glass it's clear my mind is foggy failing at the top of…