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The
night’s sky with its twinkling stars,
I’ve slept under, felt like a Czar.
I propped my feet on the full moon,
It reminded me o..
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my
ego walked with me
down the dark corridors of my left
it breathed the breath of
strength and awe
and gave it back to me
it pushed and pulled
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wandering misfit looking for an oasis
overwhelmed by loneliness, tortured by disingenuousness of life
need for human contact fosters frustration
sh..
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Okay, this one is a little long . . . Yeah, I know . . .
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amid
the noise makers of Halloween
you stand out my dear
I recognized you through the sheer veil
your face was sad
but your eyes
were bright and..
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I
used to have dreams
I used to live in innocence
these days
no more dreams
not a drop of innocence
they have been flayed away
if this happens ..
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there
some things I cannot explain
like the wind whistling low
into my heart
from the open window
at night I try to slumber
the wind
disturbs m..
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Intelligence I did meet,
Upon the road yesterday,
He turned back and did not greet,
And left me there, fool to play.
What of me did he perceive,..
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sometimes the black night
envelops me like hope forevermore
I understand the feeling
I've been with the feeling before
many times
in these, my la..
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Eh . . . We get so caught up with ourselves and the daily struggle to maintain the status quo we many times fail to accept how insignificant we are in..
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