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    That girl with the hazel eyes, was once a dream come true to you.
    Now, she loves a Mister Ice; her temperature drops to mighty low.

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    Window pain illusion; it reflects right through you.
    There’s nothing inside, but distant faint city lights.

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    We can’t decide, so we put-off living just another day.
    There are so many games;
    so much time to fill;
    tragedy wakes our day.

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    Down! Down! Down with my ego, with a sad song;
    It doesn’t really gripe me that bad.
    You little sneak, you changed the life I lead;
    Leaving with the love we had.

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    Skip a rock on…a rock on…the water.
    Rock on green ripple lake…under clear blue sky.

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    Holy Golly, here’s the road again.
    Holy Golly, I took the road again!
    Thought it had disappeared, appearing like a sin.

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    What about the grow-up and the Christmas child?
    When we grow up, can Santa make us smile?

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    Honey! oh darlin’, change the baby please.
    Don’t leave, just yet.
    The faucet’s broke and the floor is wet.

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    One man dies and another is borned; it’s beginning again.
    Your sweet smile once captured romance, but it’s ended my friend.
    Beginning to the ending and ending is just beginning all over again.

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    Reminisce the innocent business of Eve and Adam,
    For God commanded them to multiply their pattern.
    A crafty old serpent spied sweet Eve drawing near;
    Offer this tasty fig to the man! who said, yes dear.

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    Reminisce the innocent business of Eve and Adam,
    For God commanded them to multiply their pattern.
    A crafty old serpent spied sweet Eve drawing near;
    Offer this tasty fig to the man! who said, yes dear!

    Simply, yes dear!…is a way of peace–to the world;
    It began at a garden tree, when man spoke to a girl.
    Man’s action changed, because woman became vain;
    She discovered beauty–and the way to trap a man.

    That old serpent made sense of the creation of sex;
    Adam found a woman, so Eve told him what is next.
    Adam naturally harasses Eve…with a forbidden fruit;
    Then, she makes him do whatever she wants him to.

    Between man and woman, a threat is good and bad;
    Man lacks a normal sense to enjoy the fruit she had.
    Creation is hers’ to command…to win a commitment;
    Woman rewards man–a fruit of sweet contentment.

    Natural man is an enemy…who becomes a nasty boy;
    Until! some woman bears the fruit to approve his toy.
    Sexual behavior expresses equal–to his harassment;
    Man and woman unite with a social embarrassment.

    In arousing himself in search of woman–he offends;
    Because!…social norms expect his chase to pretend.
    From a distance, he acts the part of a foolish friend,
    Until she turns: you have my style; so, come-on in!

    Beautiful sex will appear–only as a thief in the night;
    It can’t be viewed in a natural state, ’til relief is right.
    Dare to grasp beauty–as love, while no one is looking,
    For her sexy frame is beauty…in the kitchen–cooking.

    The world has multiplied the mold of Adam and Eve;
    ‘Cause she sent woman to alter, when they disagree.
    Adam instructs men to listen–for the female opinion
    For she rules the world–from the bedroom dominion.

    The charming woman can boycott the marriage bed,
    By gaining control of any reason to turn every head.
    Man reorients in compliance with the female gender;
    Causing a great disturbance…to admit his surrender.

    Adam attended the garden–didn’t see the big picture;
    But Eve, on the other hand, saw a big worldly stature.
    Adam noticed the forbidden fruit…in the hand of Eve;
    Yes dear!…that is a delicious fruit, cause now I see.
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    I’d rather see you in hell, then be there;
    Dirt on you, produces me–no scare.
    Wrong a wrong, is a double dose of pain;
    Condemn me, then look at your brain.

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    I’d rather see you in hell, then be there;
    Dirt on you, produces me–no scare.
    Wrong a wrong, is a double dose of pain;
    Condemn me, then look at your brain.

    Remember the accused man on a cross,
    Who never murmured to a world lost?
    Wo…wo, is evil that hung him in shame;
    Man’s wicked actions are to blame.

    “You scratch my back; I’ll scratch yours.”
    It is becoming to a society–more pure.
    Wrongs will not improve…by a retaliation;
    Foes contending, will lose the sensation.

    Hate is an angry master, that multiplies;
    Festering sores–by descending lies.
    Once a falsehood aggravates things real,
    There’ll be no escape, but only to kill.

    Love spied accusers–with stone faces;
    Pretentiously, they deny true cases.
    Jesus didn’t come to hate and condemn,
    But to draw repentence…unto Him.

    I’ll see me–in Him, thru a humble shanty;
    Begging His power to relieve my scanty.
    He scratched my back…so many times;
    Tho’ condemned, he cried not a whine.

    Alas, I’ve learned a valuable lesson by you;
    “Two wrongs…do not make a right!”
    Perchance, you gain honor in what is true;
    You shall then emerge–a holy light.
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    Don’t exhaust your mind by a poor selection;
    Assuming a workout…for your own salvation.
    By the sweat of the brow–without correction,
    You exchange your soul for an awful selection.

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    Don’t exhaust your mind by a poor selection;
    Assuming a workout…for your own salvation.
    By the sweat of the brow–without correction,
    You exchange your soul for an awful selection.

    Since the world is compelling–in your face,
    You entered this existence to run the race.
    Sweating with the assumption of a chase,
    Salvation is far behind your worldly pace.

    Judging by the way you spend your lifetime,
    Trying to correct the perfection of sunshine;
    Worry with the sweat on your temporal pine,
    And leave judgement to another man’s time.

    If your assumption is dead-wrong to what is not,
    Your salvation might slip away…with a body rot.
    Working-out this corruptible existence, has got
    To be the reason you judge what you should not.

    Gender determines your position in this thing;
    This world around you, is with an elusive sting.
    Salvation calls you, but you ignore the ring;
    Genderations are an obsession with this thing.

    Suggestions!…invite you into a better world;
    For a realm of dreams, or some tarished pearl.
    The same salvation applies to boys and girls;
    So judge for yourself–your attainable world.

    Before you select a judgement upon another,
    Consider salvation that might fit your brother.
    Everyone joins the race by father and mother;
    Thus, choose better worlds to perfect another.
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    The “same yesterday, today, and forever”
    Declare the scriptural prophet–of holy writ.
    The connon is replete, and divinely clever,
    Ascerting a throne in-place, for God to sit.

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    The “same yesterday, today, and forever”
    Declare the scriptural prophet–of holy writ.
    The connon is replete, and divinely clever,
    Ascerting a throne in-place, for God to sit.

    The world is!–and creation is a noble place,
    Where man will arrange his moment in space.
    A firmament with strict laws…is paramount,
    For, our sovereign God will manifest His face.

    No other god can possibly create this world;
    Placed here for man to reverence true might.
    Foolish mankind invents gods–in a worldspin,
    While evil advocates provoke God to a fight.

    Holy Generals ordain man to resist evil ways;
    As the mouthpiece-of-deity heralds the light.
    Free agency provides fools with darker days;
    For their blind choice is to grope in the night.

    When nefarious predominates within a society,
    Drastic measures should awaken new change.
    Man can’t perpetuate in God’s divine sobriety;
    For then, earth is wasted–without a chance.

    Life was designed for man to see his Creator,
    And honour allegience to no other godly rule.
    Carnal profit is naught–compared to a soul;
    He gains a fleeting glory–in a world of fools.

    Tomorrow God will reign, as He did yesterday;
    Today is the same–with a future and a past.
    War between good and evil will forever stay,
    When man worships God, evil refuses to last.

    Prophets establish validity in One Holy God;
    He admonishes truth to enter into His sight.
    Who denies life, as hearts continue to beat?
    Does death have the power to create might?

    Holy scriptures proclaim a Creator of this life;
    God demands devotion, or life is taken away.
    While formulating truth within a natural man,
    Blood flows thru life on the words that pray.

    Noah gathered a few folks to float on a flood;
    Everyone else…was doomed to sink, or swim.
    When life fails to serve a true and living God,
    There’s no one to save–on a righteous whim.

    Pharoah ruled over Isreal, for God to oversee;
    Fortunately, Moses grew-up in the royal court.
    Plagues and disease ordered to set Isreal free;
    Finally, the king chased a God to the Red Sea.

    Looking forward to a distant promised land,
    Where inhabitants worship gods-in-the-wild.
    Isreal is a crude-lot for Joshua to command;
    A Holy War destroys man, woman, and child.

    Ultimately, God created an expendable world,
    Where life is the principle salvation of a soul.
    Saving the soul is more precious than pearls,
    So far as flesh heeds the value prophets told.

    On earth, we await the loveable hand of God,
    While the world revolves upon the human race.
    The spirit is willing, but the flesh lacks a shod,
    To walk the principles on the paths we chase.
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    Empty hearts wander!…where to go–and do;
    Begin another day, without someone to woo.
    Somehow the nights reach for the rising sun;
    There, the daylight drags-on to miss the fun.

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    Empty hearts wander!…where to go–and do;
    Begin another day, without someone to woo.
    Somehow the nights reach for the rising sun;
    There, the daylight drags on to miss the fun.

    Good morning! isn’t good–with a blank stare;
    To mock the motion of walk; no one to share.
    Sleepy eyes feel a measure of being complete,
    As senses notice the room–with love delete.

    Alas, love songs prime the thoughts we think;
    And friends perceive a lovely value–in a wink.
    Come-on over!…let’s play music for nice folks;
    Sing a few songs, and laugh with a good joke.

    Without looking for romance–in love’s desire,
    Oneday, an opportunity unravels life to share.
    Surprised at the wonder of this complete love;
    The showers of goodness appears from above.

    To deny the union of our love, would be tragic;
    Our minds fuse together our bodies–like magic.
    Fingers weave our hearts in a euphoric desire;
    Mingling elated kisses with the telephone wire.

    A match made-in-heaven, and placed on earth,
    For love blends our sensitive hearts with worth.
    We are now!…who we are–with dreams to live,
    But this is no dream:–the world’s reality gives.

    Hope in the future, voices crave a deeper touch,
    When our hearts will soar–for laughing too much.
    We resolve the child–in us!…to search maturity;
    Where heaven declares our progress–eternally.
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    Behold, all these things have purpose,
    that give credence to the senses.
    Given to awaken a “cause and effect”
    to be activated by our chances.

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    Behold, all these things have purpose,
    that give credence to the senses.
    Given to awaken a “cause and effect”
    to be activated by our chances.

    Temporarily, service formulates order
    for a few blinking short days.
    Creation gracefully puts these things
    to rot away, rust, and decay.

    The sun keeps pace to make the most
    of a light shining on a feeble fit.
    Even a narrow evaluation can surmise,
    we swell in a momentary halfwit.

    Believe it or not; this is truth–anyway;
    take a view, ’cause here we are.
    Our senses make a little sense, at least,
    of this world–the way we were.

    All things, which have been assigned,
    fill space with a measure of time.
    They open blind eyes to see the truth,
    and witness–things are sublime!

    Tho’ decay is spread over all creation,
    existence?–is an evidence to see.
    Purpose measures on five feeble senses,
    that time-place…has a right to be.

    Beneath a fickle state of rot and decay,
    there are senses for spirits to be.
    All things tangible…witness to the soul,
    that life presents a Creator to see.
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    Hey! friend, forgive my anxious request;
    Awkward! now…haunts my hopeful best.
    Your desparate needs have met my soul;
    Entered a place, which makes me whole.

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    Hey! friend, forgive my anxious request;
    Awkward! now…haunts my hopeful best.
    Your desparate needs have met my soul;
    Entered a place, which makes me whole.

    No help on earth…can propel us onward;
    Eternally, we will circumvent the absurd.
    Earth has been filled with time before us;
    But now, a cold world makes us anxious.

    Apprehensive minds may spy a monster,
    As compassion rarely singles a prompter.
    Stalking a high trance of divine ecstacy,
    Anticipation of incessant pain blinds me.

    A kiss took a journey deep within a week,
    And aroused my anxious heart for a peek.
    Affectionate care awoke this sleepy soul,
    By a simple heartache made of pure gold.

    The heart inside my chest desires to help;
    And give love that overcomes fear-of-self.
    Your plight?…is my body’s dangerous ruin;
    We mortals continue to search eternal fun.

    My soul request is a projectile of affection,
    Like cupid arrows into the heart of passion.
    Rule out affection, and only foolish remains;
    Continuous die-cisions can drive me insane.

    If you choose, allow me a peek inside fear;
    Trust!…will disarm “fear”; courage is here.
    Before you came, my turmoil was a wreck;
    Oh, well!…I love you so, so what the heck.
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    I walked into a room–with people wall to wall;
    Everybody looks the same, but not alike at all.
    Phlene is bent with pain; maggie’s head is ball;
    Vanson is to blame, cause Junior’s up the wall.

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    I walked into a room–with people wall to wall;
    Everybody looks the same, but not alike at all.
    Phlene is bent with pain; maggie’s head is ball;
    Vanson is to blame, cause Junior’s up the wall.

    The earth is awesome, and a beautiful creation;
    Every face and place is the variety of a nation.
    Enter a mall, a church, airport, or train station;
    Every face is formulated for the same position.

    Beauty is a threat…like an ominous spider net;
    Ugly changes with degrees, ever since we met.
    A man may be partial to the way the girl is set;
    But, the female will rule his attraction–I’ll bet!

    It is a miracle to be pretty, or ugly, or just plain;
    This old world is full of people–all just the same.
    Perception is the difference–no one can explain;
    Variety is a miracle, in which, no one is to blame.

    Aunt Bingy has a limp; Uncle Moe rides in a chair;
    Their love moves them along…with brightly care.
    Years have come and gone–for this captive pair;
    They look very different now…in what they wear.

    I’m trying desperately hard to believe what I see;
    Everything is so peculiar, even animals and trees.
    There is no place on earth, where I happen to be,
    Can be more lovely than the many miracles I see.

    This room is full of people, bursting at the seams;
    But, no one enters my eyes–looking just the same.
    Haven’t I met you somewhere…before you came?
    Didn’t your nose come from?…Heaven is to blame.
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    Remember the past…delightful weaknesses,
    Keeping company with self–was nonsense?
    Fooling around–by teasing a growing brain;
    Trying to sprout truth from a careful strain?

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    Remember the past…delightful weaknesses,
    Keeping company with self–was nonsense?
    Fooling around–by teasing a growing brain;
    Trying to sprout truth from a careful strain?

    Oh!–to be alive, and suffer young confusion;
    Invincible…to conquer this world of delusion.
    Nonsense bombards the mental supply shelf;
    But, delight is charged with a super-ego self.

    Older now!…but do not disregard childhood,
    For adults can’t go very far outside of home.
    No matter how and where…life comes to be,
    Passed lessons culminate for a wiser strong.

    Life is a proven state–toward a destination;
    By courage, hold to wisdom in your childhood.
    Right or astray, your mind is a true sensation,
    Which learns by errors–to do what it should.

    Remain teachable, as adults grow–steadily;
    Prove youth, that knowledge is for the meek.
    Your young tender tissue learns quite readily;
    Achieving awesome humility…from the weak.

    Finally, being old…rewards an essential past;
    Or, persuades learned foolishness not to last.
    The taws-up odds: offers freedom of choice:
    To savor a quiet wisdom, or to sound a noise.

    The past will ring through a mind–regardless;
    Form a reputation, or render a fool senseless.
    Keeping company with self…can be a delight,
    When lessons regard wisdom for what is right.
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    Hear the whining crank of a charmonian course,
    That causes a jumpstart from a beautiful source.
    Passion burns with an effect–in a life-of-reason;
    Naturally, a lightened world opens a new season.

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    Hear the whining crank of a charmonian course,
    That causes a jumpstart from a beautiful source.
    Passion burns with an effect–in a life-of-reason;
    Naturally, a lightened world opens a new season.

    Here comes the light! inwhich subdues the night;
    Overwhelming the darkness through a lovely sight.
    The number one–daily cause?…is to stand erect!
    And dispell a gloomy day–replace a faded project.

    Forgotten dreams–finally float toward a sunrise;
    Rendering the dreamer with thoughts more wise.
    A blinded eagle–sores in-flight, thru a solid wall;
    Bringing an ambitious dream, that desires to fall.

    Tougher than granite, the conscience lies awake;
    Knowing of traps that trip what knowledge makes.
    The desperate reach is as idle as a bag-of-sense;
    Until, passion opens the mind for another chance.

    Bang!…two sad hearts roll into a single ingredient;
    Mixing distant perceptions–to form the expedient.
    Refreshment was only a dream of some other day;
    While necessity sets a hope-of-courage–to stay.
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    Observation takes a narrow view
    of where the nose belongs;
    Placing the ears in a rude position,
    to absorb a travelin’ wrong.

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    Observation takes a narrow view
    of where the nose belongs;
    Placing the ears in a rude position,
    to absorb a travelin’ wrong.

    Gossip is a pit, which offers a trap
    and provides a juicy story.
    True or false!…is not a valid issue,
    through the grapevine glory.

    The pit digs-up warnings to spread
    –on some degradation charge,
    For the hole…deeply fits an alarm,
    to satisfy a grusome charm.

    Does a people-trap dare to gossip
    at the bottomless well?
    Down deep…goes the slimmy spit,
    in a belief bound for hell.

    The spectacle duty of a town cryer,
    relies upon a sense-of-self.
    The pit fits neatly–a grapevine liar,
    where he wails for himself.

    In association with the wailing pit,
    a serpent opens his mouth.
    Kindness possesses noplace to fit,
    to show the audience how.

    The terrible warning–in a gossip,
    is the flashback it bewails.
    A sad story springs from the vine,
    with a selfish sting to tell.
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