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I am lord of the ruins,
for, in that all the kingly
desires led astray a path
of noble disposition
and pursuits, made to level
them-an empire of fruitless
flame, my name is ash on wind
Come see the lament, two cents
a...
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I am the one who followed your path
Lead to an undesired destination
Supported your values, ignored mine
Lived your dreams, disconnected with mine
Days slipped into years that won’t be regained
Years slipped into a life I’m...
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Seeking the doorway to life
Tired of merely existing
Searching within the box repels
For nothing of substance is found
Everything there is for the show
Unearthing self requires excavation
Having the tools is only the beginning...
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Who is the man that sits under the bridge on an old worn out Buick car seat? Is he someones father, or someones son? I'm sure he'd like something to eat. Who is the man carrying the sign that reads Hungry and Homeless?...
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Amid my books I lived the hurrying years, Disdaining kinship with my fellow man; Alike to me were human smiles and tears, I cared not whither Earth's great life-stream ran, Till as I knelt before my mouldered shrine, God made me look into a woman's...
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I know a garden where the lilies gleam, And one who lingers in the sunshine there; She is than white-stoled lily far more fair, And oh, her eyes are heaven-lit with dream! I know a garret, cold and dark and drear, And one who toils and toils with...
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You and I need to fly high in the sky, away from the city in a hot air balloon, float to the dark clouds, and kiss when we hear the boom of thunder drumming, pounding the Earth. -Chris Lindsay
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