Epic

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Melancholy

Melancholy

The wind tickles my moustache
cigarette tips its ash
must remember to get that waxed
...

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Trapped

Trapped

I’ve been called a witch

A low-down conniving bitch

My sin I trap married guys

I’m...

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Tiny Seed Of Love

Tiny Seed Of Love

A tiny seed of love was sown
over time its blossomed and grown
its spread its roots far and...

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rise as one

When the world was born

The sun shone bright

The birds sung loud

The world was...

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Special Friend

Special Friend

Dear God, how do I thank You,

For a very special friend?

I think I’ll start when I met her...

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suicide survivor

suicide survivor

fate just went to sleep, quietly I sat beside your grave and began to weep. I close my eyes and remember a...

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The Call of Death

Why summon me so soon? Undone is one or the other drill There's unfinished job's platoon I'ave not been...

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Changing

Changing

My changing landscape
must mellow out a bit
need an escape
head full to the hilt...

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Freedom.

Freedom.

blue skies,

moon shines,

broken hearts,

intertwine,

do you see what see,...

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Return to Home

Return to Home

Home
12 months gone and passed.
Longing to return home
to his little girl, smiling at...

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The Voice Inside.

Well, it's nice to finally meet you,

I've been waiting for your call..

I noticed you've...

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Missing

Missing

You put a Christmas tree up with our children

Held my hand and smiled

20 years of history...

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My Pen

My Pen

I wanted a pen
to write my dreams
to silence my screams
to dwell in imaginations den...

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Smothered

Smothered

Burying my own wants under some man’s
keeping them locked away
but there still there, never...

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Books

Books

You can put a book down

it won’t cry

You can put it on a shelf

it doesn’t feel...

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Dormant

Dormant

Dormant feelings of resentment
prodded into flames
sick of the lying
and infernal...

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BACK POCKET

Got a picture of my kid in my back pocket
This train's going off the tracks, baby try and stop it...