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Btw
You don't have to prove it more no, I feel how it is underneath the whole layer of whatever else is happening in the everyday world It's something True in itself and fully beautiful and I appreciate a whole I thank goodness, for the pureness, and thank God! (and I mean that emphatically, not religiously) at least, not…
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Crying (the 1950's wha wha song)
The rain is falling down on me And I’m crying Crying And nobody will ever know Just how much I love you so. I’m crying But the sun doesn’t need to know All that matters is I love you so And I’m crying. Crying Because you will never know Just how much I need you so And the rain is falling down on me. Crying in the pouring…
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Need feedback on my first single
Hey everyone - I would love some honest opinions on my first single called "Cut to the Bone". I was a music teacher and got laid off last year. I have been pursuing music ever since. I need to know if this is something I should continue. I feel like it is good and so do my friends but I need the opinions of people who…
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Open
i dream of yesterday i dream i saw your face and you called my name dreams are a mighty trick when reality won't stick and you're left all by yourself tell me a story, baby put me right to sleep tell me a story, baby.... days are long in the winter still, i feel cold never knowing what's going on on and life, it can be…
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Hot Dog! New Hot Valley Writers
Bow-WOW! It's the All Dog issue, out today. Read it and enjoy. A special thank you to all the fabulous PJ contributors. If you haven't submitted before, check out the submission guide and please write something for us in the future. We're very gentle. And don't bite. http://www.hotvalleywriters.com/Hot_Val ... tents.html
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loving trees is simple & peaceful, she said
if i were a tree in your garden i'd be beside angels in statue gnomes in cement hard and true i'd maybe be a bush too maybe a sunbeam could help me grow i'd smile as you sit under where i am tall where my colors are floral i'd be with you and we'd be with green and brightness maybe you could read resting with me above and…
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hug you please & hold on... (the wish)
http://youtu.be/s7a3OO-HSCE ozzy says it right, "see you on the other side" your being gone has just got up & walked out the door basically a slammed doorway that gave way to the constant bombardment of struggle and with all the screaming voices and golden suns gone bye one day i'll see you on the other side with no one…
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TV
It's interesting to be sensitive when exposed to a sea of harshness and materialism a dreamer in a crowd of advertisements and commercials "this new product is better than the old one you like!" yeah, thanks but no thanks duffus… it's interesting to see what some people feel is important when it's not the same things that…
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To stay open
Today, with awareness of the process I'd like to expand into a state of love open my shutters and send soul-electric-pulses out for miles press-a-button-reset after feeling overwhelmed sink gratefully into my backyard cement bowl full of liquid to float like a fetus in warmth small reward for doing what's necessary state…
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Oh Baby!
oh baby oh baby just days from this world tiny body in motion little fingers little toes up all night sleep all day oh baby oh baby just days from this world mama's face tells it all she can no longer wait her voice is excited her thoughts are a mess young man's face filled with worry he's more than just weary providing…
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The Raven
She lifted it gently off the wall And looked into the eyes Of the reflection and the picture That looked back at her from behind the frame and glass. they looked into her eyes of blue As she moved slowly across the wooden floor She smiled as she closed her eyes And danced the dance of memories As she tried not to cry. Now…
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Our best days
We used to think about love a lot it wasn't hard, I remember... it was a favorite topic on our tongues as delicious as chocolate or strawberries no tricks, costumes, or disguises (well, maybe a few disguises) but no dumb tricks! and it was all out there on the lawn in front of the house the scene was pretty and open simple…
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park: here now
park: here now end of august huge blood orange ball bigger than the city drowsily dropping down behind the black waves twilight rhythmic abyss hypnotic end of day with silent sigh chants unfortunate black dog finally finds his way out of a sea of pain a new life, a new love his fur petted properly by a girl with messy hair…
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pieces of heart
Pick up any rock, turn it over and it might say, "She loves him." look in any drawer, look under the socks and you might find a scrap of paper covered with some sentimental scrawl look behind a crowded bookshelf and there will definitely be a small book fallen behind the main row, dusty, open it up and it'll have a sincere…
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Me (12/12/98)
I was sitting on a top of a tree when I first saw you there Looking at the sun in a blue sky I wondered if you could see me If you could see the real me deep inside Not just the silly girl playing and having fun Years went by and I could still see you Looking at the blue sky on a sunny day Then I thought I'd lost you for…
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Nectar
I'd like to drop every dark, heavy, thought into a black hole and each plastic jewel, artificial flower or piece of pyrite I ever had I'd love to practice hope by cutting off all the tangled and burnt hair (how I'd love to be born completely fresh again without any harsh wear and tear) without heart scars or tar in my…
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Antennae
magnet in the rainbow in the colors of the monarch signal the voices you hear when you are not present with glowing eyes and children in your ear one child, the boy dark, vibrates on the ecuador wide on the mountain high as rain evaporate into disappearing eventually become the waterfall to the magnet in the rainbow in the…
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Where the Wild Cats Whine
Jet black hair and her green eyes shine Standing on a cloud in the cool sunshine Tell me can you see her Can you hear the wild cats whine Will you let her take you home Will you stay a little while Will you spend some time. Locked inside like a wild God’s cry’s Ringing in her ears in the still of the night Tell me can you…
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pathos
maggie, you appealed with piped in sound effect thunder and strobe lights from behind the cardboard trees' broken limbs that you had been casting your shadow far too long in our short film the night was black and there was a boy and a girl in the meadow trying to burn a snowman sincerely, john