C. Bake Baker
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C. Bake Baker Poems
One man, molded to his faith no man can ever be replaced. Things don't work out the way they should and all of my dreams are misunderstood.
It's gonna be alright, cause I've cheated all along Tidal waves of fists reduce the feeling that I'm wrong Do you know what I am saying? I knew it from the start Only way to make pain stop is to lose the restless heart
When will we share the things you've lost? And find our way and walk across. The people we are, and things we know Begin to change the further we go
It followed my days, down to their bones locked and confused, searching for homes Left on the street, sick and lost to themselves Plastered high truth on life's empty shelves
I'm not sure how it's different maybe i never will Taken back by mortal sorrow Broken by my skill
Running in Colors
I am a piece of this fair Earth I've got no place, and I've got no birth I am inside of this burning fire Left to sear, because I'm a liar
Her soft folds, secret place; pale, little home. Slipping inside me, my mind, I cannot forget it. Soft skin, cannot help but touch her. Stubble of the days before, crushed into her form.
Soft and Covered
She shakes faster when she's naked I don't know why she's so afraid A scream would be beautiful, if she only would make it But her debts are far from being paid
Time has no such place at all, certain light just before the fall. No one can ever get it right and no such luck can never fight.
Samples of time, tolerance drains. Skin vibrates against bones, flushing blood to brains Black handed baseline accommodations, burning away all our soft skin, Doomed to never find out where to finally begin.
Blonde Goddess, liar of a lifetime Fate aflame with madness, hardy ambitions peppered with doubt your forgiveness, drunk and enraged,
I ain't got an arm to hold you. I've got no time to be home Better to stay and lie around than leave and be alone?
Voices have fallen down, in cluttered little rooms Fate will sometimes pass us by, with something lost too soon Some days are weak in our restraint, where have they all gone?
Empty Shades of Blue
Never had the choice to someday curse the chore Made a empty promise and brought you back for more Cover up my arrogance and let nature take its course Something lost and taken from me, leaving full remorse
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One man, molded to his faith
no man can ever be replaced.
Things don't work out the way they should
and all of my dreams are misunderstood.
Don't ever cry in front of your friends,
don't ever put off making amends.
Dig up a bone just to bury back
That man has lost, and is way off track.