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All that follows is copywrite - c 2009
Dedicated To Inspire
These words are dedicated to inspire,
her names I never speak,
except in whisper, dream, and thought,
I dream to roar not shriek
I would shout out from hilltops,
and to the river's ends
I would advertise in coffee shops
and call up all my friends
And in a name she has a face
in words I can not say
I see it clearly, I say it clear
But only in the end
I whisper
I have written approx 130 poems/songs (give or take a few) spanning 23 years of my life beginning when I was 17 with my first, and ending with a quick, short-lived flurry of inspirations consisting of about 70 pieces which I wrote within a five month period. They exist enough to have copy write, but exist not much more than that. If B&B would like to read some of them in The Speak Easy - I will know of it; or this will be all. Warning - Some sappy content (some sad, angry, happy, melancholy).
Otherwise. . .
"Not Just Words"
My words are not just words
In fact they are a crime
My words are so incongruous
That I've taken them out of time
My words are only words
And this fact you will see
That every word I've written
Is nothing just like me
.
.
.
Dedicated To Inspire
These words are dedicated to inspire,
her names I never speak,
except in whisper, dream, and thought,
I dream to roar not shriek
I would shout out from hilltops,
and to the river's ends
I would advertise in coffee shops
and call up all my friends
And in a name she has a face
in words I can not say
I see it clearly, I say it clear
But only in the end
I whisper
I have written approx 130 poems/songs (give or take a few) spanning 23 years of my life beginning when I was 17 with my first, and ending with a quick, short-lived flurry of inspirations consisting of about 70 pieces which I wrote within a five month period. They exist enough to have copy write, but exist not much more than that. If B&B would like to read some of them in The Speak Easy - I will know of it; or this will be all. Warning - Some sappy content (some sad, angry, happy, melancholy).
Otherwise. . .
"Not Just Words"
My words are not just words
In fact they are a crime
My words are so incongruous
That I've taken them out of time
My words are only words
And this fact you will see
That every word I've written
Is nothing just like me
.
.
.
