Moon With A Funny Smile

iv seen butter flies, iv seen mejestic birds, iv seen tears turn into flowers, and a moon with a funny smile, iv seen peaple laugh, iv seen children play, iv seen spiders dance, in the middle of the day, and the moon with a funny smile, iv seen jesus christ, on a bloody cross, and iv seen mother teresa try to clean it up, still, there is dark., and the moon with a funny smile...............................

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Television And Watches 412b

WHERE in flat time,
where marbles turn
to gold, and vampires
fill their canteens
with water or coke.
MEDITATE,
MEDITATE, says the man,
for in this story, there
is hope, and a locket
of your lovers hair.
WHERE in flat time,
where the shades are
pulled down, and the
moon starts to weep,
as the lovers depart.
MEDITATE,
MEDITATE, says the man,
for in this story there
is hope, and a locket of
your lovers hair.

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thats when GOD should of came

I was flying.
I was sinking.
I was so hungry for life.

THATS when the laughter started,
thats when the world turned to
concrete,
that when the world turned to war,
thats when GOD should of came.

I was leaping.
I was afraid.
I become lost, still i was brave.
thats when GOD should of came.

THATS when the laughter started,
thats when the world turned to
concrete, thats when GOD should
of came...still i was brave.

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Crazy Dream

we tip toe around the edges,
as we orbit and tilt.
we watch the planet wobble,
like a tossed coin thrown into
this well.

its a crazy dream, and its
bruised and bumped.
its a crazy dream, and its
making me ill.

we tip toe around the edges,
only to fall asleep, its the end
we are concernd with, not the
beginning or the middle.

and its a crazy dream, and its
bruised and bumbed, its a crazy
dream, and its making me ill.

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Swim Submerged

FLYING flocks travel in flight,
another faulkner puts down his
shovel, and writes, writes, and
writes,
spare me the out cry,
spare me the empty familiar,
spare me muddled spirits,
and write the words with your
own red blood,
FLYING flocks travel in flight,
sextan turns up, with her freind
plath, and they both begine to
write, write, and write, yippee,
says the words, for these words
will end up in a paper back book.

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A Tourist In My Dreams

WIDE awake in dream land, im
equiped with my cunning art
words, first there is fire,
then ice, then a smile called
vote for me, or give it up to
the lord.
WIDE awake in dream land,
throwing my fishing line in,
dulled and shaken and hostile,
waiting for the big bang,
thats right, the big bang.
WIDE awake in dream land,
preacher man hands me these
keys, fill out the last line
with your x, then watch, as the
sun light fades.

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Traveling With Coution 90

FOUND MYSELF in your arms,
found myself loving you all
night.IF you believe in meracles,
then you believe in love.some
times you got to take a chance,
just to make it thru the storm.
LOST MYSELF in your soul, lost
myself in your light, some times
you have to let it go, just to see
if loves alright, if you believe in
meracles, then you believe in
love......some times you have
to take a chance, just to make
it thru the storm.

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I Remember Love

I dont remember being alone.
I dont remember playing in the rain.
I dont remember going to school, but i remember love,
yes i remember love.

I dont remember singing the blues.
I dont remember cuting school, but i remember love,
yes, i remember love.

yes i remember love, she has a beatifull face,
i remember love, she kept me warm and safe,
yes i remember her love, it was all i needed,
and it became, my food, my wine, and my faith.

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Sitting By Your Self

THIS child needs your love,
this child sees himself in
mamas arms,
this child sings,
this child laughs,
this child cries, when your
sitting by your self.
THIS child sees your tears,
this child waits untill its
past.
this child sings,
this child laughs,
this child cries, when your
sitting by your self.
THIS child takes your hand,
this child leads you to a
chair.
this child sings,
this child laughs,
this child takes away your pain.

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Bipoler Ghetto!

this ghetto got its own moon, its own temtation, and i whole new set of rules, this ghetto got its own pregnant night, and brokerness, and drugs that bite,.and the moon,, and the moon turns into glass. this ghetta got its own blood, and guns, and different time zone, and the moon, and the moon turns to glass...this ghetto got its own bed, and a night light that looks like the moon,,,,, and the moon, and the moon turns into glass,,,,,,,,,,,...

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