Lost and found,
I lost my ground,
I heard a sound,
And hit the town,
I paint it red,
I want it dead,
Now I lay me down to bed,
And block out the noise I've come to dread,
The noise of unrequited dreams,
The silence that will haunt my screams,
The Note
I wrote On a note Words to live by Words to point me to life Words to warn of the danger Of how neglect will lead in to strife I wrote On ...
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I find the cool channels between buildings where the wind finds flow, This breeze block, asphalt, concrete complex, Where the radiance of ...
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When honest becomes your brand, you'd better shut up shop The truth of you for sale, the under hand slides up top, Your candour on dema...
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This master-work of yours, This magnum opus, This poiema, Is sat in his underpants In a neglected and untidy flat, Typing on a laptop he bou...
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