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Yellow Ledbetter in French
As part of...my life, I suppose...lately, I've started writing more. Keeping a dream journal, keeping a journal of random thoughts and ponderances, writing bad poetry. I also decided that I wanted to write a French version of Yellow Ledbetter. The words change every time it's sung, so I thought it was necessary to remove…
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♋ thank you ♋
a gift the treasure of inspiration cannot be repaid it cannot be traded up for or even held it cannot be loved for it transcends the boundaries of what love dies for it lives on going and remembering in gardens and groves what was meant to be planted even if not because it is that soul of sadness spread across through…
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"Right Now"
Yo My name is Dave. Pearl Jam is my favorite band. I've seen them live 14 times! They were the first to inspire me to make my own sounds. Check out my debut video, for a jam called "Right Now." Hope ya'll enjoy! http://youtu.be/5DUw1ktmsfU
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Bye
So long Farewell I can not take this hate. So Good bye. Have Fun.
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The Stars are You ★
the stars are you and you and you walking outside like at night arms up through the hands of fingerprints receiving energy if you want it this is you anyway the sky the low light the damp on your arm the smell that you green the sparks the dust is you looking at stars eyes from which they came the travelled back look to…
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The Optimist
The Optimist Ally gave me a ride home from the bar because I was drunker than her. She’s my friend’s girlfriend which by default makes us friends but never close friends She needed a few rounds of small talk Her boyfriend was away on a skiing trip all weekend In the car on the way back she says, “Thanks for keeping me…
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Happy Mardi Gras, Y'all!
Why is it that every time I speak to a non-New Orleanian during Carnival, I always want to try to explain to them that it isn't about boobs, it's not about hangovers, it's not about the gaudy extravagance??? Well, not entirely. I try to tell them, Mardi Gras is Jazz bands on the radio and practicing in tucked away…
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this life?
this life is not what it appears to be the broken hearted, the disenchanted collect by the roadside pouring over their broken dreams while the electric sky falls upon it's unsuspecting victims and reveals the skeletons from the past lives fogotten empty houses lie in wait souls searching for unobtainable things and the…
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night-blindness
all the shattering whispers pealing through the inner inner spaces invisible waves of beauty soundless boundless captivating and incapacitating the slightest wisp of breeze that if not released will turn and bind a light so pure if glimpsed will surely blind do I stare do I dare risk all sight to be able see everything as…
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Time After Time
This is a couple of verses of a song I wrote years ago. Hope you like it. Time after time.Promises are, Made to be broken, Again and again. And Time, After time Is given to you. Again a promise is made. So, Where is the lov'in,After the love is gone? And where are you,When the truth come's along? You lay awake,wondering…
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A poem for you
This positive feeling you passed on lingers here still something from you stayed with me but you are unknowing the invisible bird I keep gently for a while in my two hands so light so fragile fly to another poor soul happy for your visit warm clouds in summer sky like feelings they are changing
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impulsive writing
I was layin on the bed watching Bon Iver - Coachella.. hit me hard when I heard the first chords of Beth/Rest... Sat up to open a document to impulsive write some while still istening to the live version of Beth/Rest at Coachella... Wrote it in about 3minutes... felt like sharing it... Bon Iver live @ Coachella turns over…
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How could you know?
How could you know? I'm missing my life jacket now still trying to stay above the waves of my days If I never tell you, how could you know that I'm quite sad about letting you go? Though I feel damned if I do, and damned if I don't. How could you know the hole you left if I never tell you? I'm quieter, softer, smaller,…
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Theory (of truth)
http://stateofloveandtrust.blogg.se/ Theory (of truth) The reapeting addiction is like a picture of life, theory of truth far out in the ocean waves, waves, waves waves, waves, waves my repeating addiction reapting my life over & over again waves waves waves over & over again reapting my life my repeating addiction forms…
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I'm half the man I used to be
Hi my first post sry for my eng and i know i shoudnt post it here but i need to tell it to some1. Today after 10 years me and my girlfriend brake out i dont know what too do . Im realy sad she was all my life im that kindia guy that if i love some1 i love all my life and with all my heart . I can't even leasing pearl jam…
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Looking Outward
turning my attention outward it is rewarding in some ways and more challenging in others to sort through the difficult social currents and focus on what's happening here and now with all these people I used to skim past (distracted by my dream stream) truly not noticing them surely not worrying about them! open my eyes and…
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A take on fate part deux...........
From base camp the top of the mountain seemed to reach heaven He knew he needed a sherpa to aide him on his ascent For the sherpas knew of the passages They knew of the crevasses Sherpas had reached the apex Never making the headlines Many had come before him to conquer Never planting the flag of completion atop Oxygen…
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january 31, 2002 (january cold death)
your entire family january their ending goodbye dad before dad goodbye grandpa earlier still goodbye grandma all three winter entombments to this day three headstones are frozen even july's heat & fireworks display... frosted over chiseled inscription keeps on keeping on i remember frozen ravens hid from blistering winds…
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January 22, 2013
I'm taking a vacation from the routine. I need more space. I find the lack of change discouraging and I don't want to think poorly of people I love. Maybe, we can call it a retirement from active duty? Maybe take an honorable discharge? Love Always, Annie
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HE!
HE! So different Body sculpted from Adonis Eye of my beholden pulls me through to the present What a gift sent to me From the heights of my imagination yet unexplored, Reality rocks me Grounded in the blooming possibilities Fair way, give way Time too long spent away In hours of longing Funneling feelings into body Parts…