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kiss of death
The silence in your eyes the blank thoughts words could not form at first Shock? Disappointment? Love? Unexpected? You thoroughly tried to impress the helpless, mindless sheep Shrivelled by old sparks, names etched in skin Trying to make something out of nothing... But not me. There was no use. I could see through you like…
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A Genuine Peach
For a dozen years now She has accepted my Swinging mood And violent outbursts With good humor All the while Digging in the claws And refusing to let my anger Dislodge her commitment Ears pinned back Eyes clouded in heartache She forces her way On to my lap Over and over again Never fleeing The rough handling Or my desire…
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The Escape
Something I wrote long back. Obviously Pearl Jam inspired. Comments and critics most welcome. The sun shines above us, Happy and true and clear, With a fear inside my head, Will this last forever? The nights seem to draw in, washing away the truth, washing away the sun, washing away everyone. He shouts out to the ocean, to…
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Well
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Alice
We met years before I’d caught her sleeping immune to the world, without a care in the world She dressed in her own way, with floral patterns and personality socks Always so bright, always so confident Often we’d speak about life and about death With her frail voice and her strong words Living through what I could not…
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All Night Long
All night long we waited for the sun to shine we sat and talked and drank a little wine she was looking good I was feeling fine we made love All night long. She asked me if I was a friend of Jesus have I ever asked for forgiveness yes was all I said all night long. All night long we rolled in each others arms feeling like…
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Music, Art & Mental Health (art theory)
I've written something about this before; and maybe this should be in the 'reasoned debate' section, but I think it sits better here. (Put it down as humble 'art theory' if you like!!) Something for the artists. To try and say something briefly – I think that art can be particularly positive for your mental health, music…
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Silly TV
If I was dead spirit instead of a live woman, I could say anything I could whisper and speak and the ghost hunters would get their sensitive instruments out they'd assess the air maybe try to record the sound sliding down the hallway walls as I ran by? but I wouldn't bring a cold chill, I'd be a warm spot for sure if I was…
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#11
apologies apologize for all the times i refused to cry i gripped your shoulder the words didnt come but i poured it through the linked joints and i like to think it helped but the notion of bone grinding on bone cartilage worn to nothing from repetitive motion seems, somehow, less than comforting we built our world on a…
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speaking of movies . . .
there wasn't anything HAPPY about it medication at the time made things fuzzy but it didn't keep me from thinking that something wierd was going on I did like you let me repeat : YES I DID LIKE YOU ! ! ! ! ! ! but I was scared off by the one that asked me so I lied cause I didn't think she knew anything about it or the…
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love's like rain
emptiness,… she cries in her pillow searching for relief, finding only sadness the desert blows sand against her windows at night “sounds like ghosts outside” says the little girl in her head disbelief,. of a youth lost mild irritation towards a life,.. she can’t reclaim forever lost she prays to no one,… for a true love…
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Dear poem
Dear poem No more dear poem dear poem let me go away left to me be away dear poem Amaze me poem amazement the poem? live poem live to be old poetry live poem Bring your own vessel your own sea dear poem dear poem You cry you cry I lean farther to dampen my own handkerchief poem the raining sky raining sky eyes so blank…
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Thank You
You have left me here all alone inside your love suffocated with all your pretention your words like daggers bleeding my brain as I try to see clearly Your love surrounds me everywhere I go But we live nowhere near peace of mind trust, confidence or connection so tired I pray to not wake up I am wide awake frantic but…
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A day to say "Thanks for being alive!"
I'm grateful that the people I love are alive Friendship and love To me, these feelings are consistent I view my chosen friends in their best light always always! even when they don't see themselves that way even when they have their own doubts and insecurities and if I could, I would project my good vision on them I would…
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Observing Dysfunction
Sometimes I see families that need a tune-up and if it was any of my business (which it's not because I have my own family to clean and lubricate!) I'd say that there's discomfort from the proximity of extended family people who have gotten so much in the habit of blaming others for their problems? and people who have…
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My Brother is Dead
My brother died a long time ago when he no longer was John before knowing who that is intrepid we walked on eggshells feared believing in his innocence he will figure it out suspicious anger shuts out. A game of guilt for responsibility? a common political split but for me its personal wandering without home family health…
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drowning in sweet amber
In my car. Little cold out tonight. Drinking beer After beer After beer... Chain smoking. Trying to sort out some thoughts. Quick before they're lost. Got on my favorite band. Oh what wonderful jams. Always a can in my hand. Sweet escape. For now. Feels like floating now. Forgot I was writing this. ...15 minutes later...…
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Moments of Clarity
Moments of clarity have no nuance They're the Derek and Clive of the mind. You wake and you see that the night made no sense when the dawnlight begins to unwind. Moments of clarity really aren't kind: They're the splat on a colourful scheme. You're munching, then somebody pulls back the blind And you're eating a dogshit…
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The dew on the grass
The magical part of life is in the surprises a bit of something that appears where it wasn't before like the beauty of the morning moisture maybe yesterday lounging on the air mattress of humidity? but today that drop of meaning is here and not elsewhere on the lawn, all of a sudden it's there when we need it barely a few…
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Good Times
awake, candlelight too bright for your eyes the gravity of what we just did on your mind don’t cry don’t lie goodbye hello, do you remember me? that night? that place? the wine, or the snake like line? I know, I was just,… an escape the song, now replaced what it meant has been lost to us but when I sing it for strangers,…
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faith in this final game
Whatever you want to call it, Love Life Abuse Searching for truth, Its the same game. So many names. Something we all fight with.
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¤»...upon the arrival of the sun king«¤
They all gathered upon the highest hilltop. With simple things as offerings. With prayers and songs and questions, They awaited his arrival. Bathed in twilight Some slip into dreams. They try to fight sleep. Because for one moment They have the chance to see the sun king. That one second when the sun breaks over the…
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My Music
Heres some of my music. its not very good quality sound because I have a bad microphone but its the best I can get. http://www.youtube.com/user/LostHorseChick
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sandstorm at the beach
from under the covers he tells me that from under the covers he keeps looking at me and he warns me about letting him be under glass covers so when they look at me I see only the candles from under flickering but I can’t see them looking at me there was a sandstorm at the beach I survived the housecrush now in the daylight…
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Can you feel me.
Never ending journey reaching for the stars up high riding on a cycle looking through the dragons eye I see the mad dogs cry. Touch a little madness I can feel it as time goes by share a little kindness with the voices in my mind. Little man on the milky way smiling at the man on the moon trading winks with Venus hoping…
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Not The Man
winter drizzle on my back as I step to avoid the cracks the things I thought I knew, all wrong the things I need to know, now forever gone spent my whole life, not wanting to be like this man now knowing I’m not, it’s like bone meets glass I’m not half the man he was fuck I’m not even close winter drizzle on my back I’m…
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¤»Insanity, like clockwork«¤
Insanity like clockwork. Something on your mind. Come sit and join us. Forgetting is easy if you try. Take a sip Breathe it in. and there's sweet acoustic symphony. Take the trip, come on down To our secret chamber Underground. Underground. Underground. Your face... Let me see it. Remove your mask. Take my breath away. I…
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Request
For those of you who know me and whom I might have sent the odd song in the past, I recorded a home demo version of my song Learning To Fall in about, um, December 2007. It was an electronic version. I did it really for hippiemom. It's about six minutes long and pretty synthy. Now, my old computer has packed up and I can't…