Beautiful

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Beauty

Beauty

Beauty and beautiful are just words
Yet we seem to live in a world where beautiful can just be...

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Ashes To Asylums

Ashes To Asylums

When i was 15 i was diagnosed with a disorder known as "schizoaffective".

Basically what that means...

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The Journey

The Journey

My mind is raceing my heart beating loud my body floating above the clouds the stairway to heaven by my...

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Love of the Father

This life is made of love
by the father up above
Our lives were full of sin
That's how...

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Cherry Shaker

Cherry Shaker

Cherry Shaker
You little money maker
Take your time with me
In the ups and downs...

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Beautiful Demise

Beautiful Demise

I saw something coming
and was very alluring
i never saw something such a charismatic...

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My Devil Wrapped In Lace

My Devil Wrapped In Lace

My wings may be scarred, but they have the strength to carry us both.

I need not direction, or a...

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Acolyte to Love.

Acolyte to Love.

You are my Worship,

My Daily Bread.

My Prayers before bedtime,

The last thought in...

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Hair Washing Heralds Huge...

Hair Washing Heralds Huge Happening

Hark….the herald angels sing, and twitter
for mass communication mediums stop the presses
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Imagination

Imagination

I can see my breath as I exhale.
The crisp morning air shows each detail.
I see little birds...

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Morning

Deep breath,

crisp, cleansing, and fair,

five-o-clock morning air.

As the moon...

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I'm Free

I'm Free

Fred was a friend i had since a child, He held me up when i felt like i died,
He never left me and...

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Nightbloom

Nightbloom

Nightbloom
By
Jude Kyrie

The welcoming perfumes of spring
are thick upon this...

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LOOK FOR THE BUTTERFLIES

LOOK FOR THE BUTTERFLIES

LOOK FOR THE BUTTERFLIES

Spring has sprung and now I look for the butterflies,
I love the...

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SACRIFICE

SACRIFICE

The beauty of ballet
is not found in the graceful plié
nor the elegance of a perfect glissade...

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Devoted.

Devoted.

Devoted.

I’m drunk, woman.
On your perfume, your taste.
The cocktail of dirt and...