This is me working very hard at writing something. See what an effort it is.
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Five O'clock Feeding, Etc.
My hand is oily, slimy, slick
I pin you down, I must be quick
You scream and cackle with delight
Just like you do most every night
Oh baby, you've the smoothest buns
I've never met with nicer ones
My hand, it wants to stay and linger
Drawing patterns with my finger
I must put your diaper on
Get back to bed, it's nearly dawn
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A Prayer For The Living
Now for those left alive we must pray too
To give them strength to help them make it through
Those lonesome times of missing one that's gone
And realising they must carry on
From pain. In death one surely finds surcease
A better place, or nothing? Still release
Now sitting in the halls perfumed with scent
Of one who's time among us has been spent
The one who lingers needs our prayers as well
With loved ones gone to Heaven life seems Hell
A small prayer for the living now I say
For help to make it through a bitter day
And make a way out of this vale of tears
To find a happy way to live the years
A prayer for ones who've died is freely said
And too, and prayer for those who mourn their dead
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A Bitter Pill
My breathing didn't improve right away
I took another pill and tried to sleep
But I felt restless, didn't want to stay
I felt that I could run and play and leap
My breathing had improved there not at all
I took another pill and layed back down
Just staring at the bears there on the wall
And feeling an insomniacal clown
My breathing still was not the very best
I felt that I could jump out of my socks
I thought I'd put this medicine to test
I switched the light on, read the printed box
Eschewing sleep I put on my day clothes
The fine print said the pills were, type-no doze
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Cast Away My Soul
Enough, harsh world stow away your prods
Just let me into peaceful slumber fall
Be still you salesmen of jaded gods
I don't appreciate your wake up call
Religions made to only shame and hurt
Conceptions of a place that's never seen
You tell me of my sins to be alert
Then tell that of sin I've always been
My scattered thoughts need no contact with you
For inner peace is really what I need
Don't tell me tales and make believe they're true
Just products of your all consuming greed
Well, take your Heaven, cast away my soul
To places bright and realms more fanciful
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Hush, It's Only The Wind, Isn't it?
A violent wind blows across the plain
Knocks down the trees and tears away the sod
The athiest cries "Nature's gone insane."
The pious answers, "It's the wrath of God."
Tornado spawned wreaks havoc in the town
Down at the school it's a gruesome slaughter
No one to help for every line is down
Each tries at saving their own son or daughter
Crushed and broken, shattered on the trees
Bleeding cousins stepped on in the rush
Finding corpses, fall down on their knees
Wind still howling, will it ever hush?
A law of nature, or because they've sinned
The hand of God, or was it just the wind?
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Crumpled, She Lies
Crumpled, she lies on the landing
Like the dress that is ruined and stained
Crumpled, she lies to her mother
Wiping out any trust that remained
Broken, she stares out the window
She wonders, does he love her still
She promised to death she would love him
She promised, and by God she will
So when he has beat her to nothing
No longer the hits and the cries
Just carve it in stone, she is sleeping
Her chosen bed, crumpled, she lies
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Keep On Dancing 'Til You Know
I stumble 'cross these fields I used to scramble
Totter point to point, no urge to ramble
Old, so old, the distance seems so great
Now anyone along must stop and wait
Once more I hear the drum, heart of the Earth
We men, just water who she's given birth
I follow through life what's in front of me
And now near trail's end it's hard to see
So I just keep the faith, keep keeping on
Remembering the friends who've come and gone
I come back to the drums at every chance
And while there's strength within me, I will dance
No costume any more, nor any paint
So folks can see just what I am, and ain't
The show and speed of dancing make you start
What brings you back in old age is your heart
The young ones gape, as I once gaped at age
They wonder why us old ones take the stage
Our dancing is so painful and so slow
I tell them, "Keep on dancing 'til you know."
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Not Goodbye
In the kitchen a ghostly trace of spice
Discovering a mis-placed garment
Rememberances
Your sewing room, flowers
So completely here
So completely gone
Crying
Not for you
For me
So alone
Haunted in the night
The darkness releases you
Your lavender
Cloves
Bath salts
Last night I spilled a little bottle of your scent
The darkness brings you near
The morning leaves the bitter taste of my tears
And another day
Alone
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A Bon Voyage
Now hide away this vulgar shell I bear
I've duties far beyond the sight of man
I shed this mortal image that I wear
Somewhere, somehow, I follow a new plan
My friends, my friends, I will forget you not
Perhaps you will someday remember me
And find me in the place to which I roam
That lies so far beyond that starry sea
For this shall be another bon voyage
Amongst the many journeys I have known
So in this new land I will travel now
As here, soon many friendships will have grown
So say farewell old friend and shake my hand
Until we meet up in that far off land
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Thanks, it's nice to know I'm not shouting into the void.
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