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  • Chris Leermakers (4/22/2013 11:55:00 AM) Post reply

    Home Sweet ROAM:

    I Am A Nomad
    I Walk In Different Places
    Meet Different People
    And So Many Different Faces
    I Wander Around
    Nothing Better To Do
    Don’t Make A Sound
    Or We’ll Stop Here Too
    A Perpetual Roam
    Sets Me Apart From The Rest
    Green Pastures All Round
    Always Searching For The Best
    No Place To Go And Hide
    I Am Nothing But Alive
    I Roam From Place To Place
    Travel In Both Time And Space
    I Am An Abstract Being

    No Challenge Or Regret
    One Who Needs No Freeing
    Or Belonging To A Given Set
    So Random And So Primitive
    Unattainable And So Free
    Like Creatures With A Simple Mind
    Irresponsible Yet So Delectable Are We
    We Know Not Of A Holiday
    A Profession To Call Work
    We Simply Pass The Day
    Thinking Where To Lurk
    On This Planet, In Our Lives
    We Do Have Several Wives
    No Place To Call Home
    We Simply Live And Roam….

  • Chris Leermakers (4/22/2013 9:24:00 AM) Post reply

    Bad Birds: ACT 2
    (Is Bird The True Word?) :

    It’s Getting Close
    Any Time Now
    By The Way
    Don’t Watch Me How
    Let’s Soon Forget
    Of How We Met
    Once In A Zillion
    Better Yet
    Where Did It Go
    What Did I Do
    For Who’s To Know
    The Better Clue
    Hey, Then Again

    What The Hell
    In The End
    Broke The Spell
    It Lasted Long
    With A Word
    And A Song
    I Killed The Bird
    Why Am I
    In The Bad
    I Nearly Cry
    But Doesn’t, Really
    Make Me Sad
    Hell I Don’t Know

    Where I’m To Go
    Near Or Far
    My Favorite Bar
    I’ll Sink A Few
    For What’s It Due
    To, I Don’t Care
    The Burning Of…
    My Long Dark Stare…

  • Chris Leermakers (4/22/2013 9:06:00 AM) Post reply

    Tune Your Song:

    Peer In Your Place
    See All The Waste
    Learn To Conform
    Not To Reform
    And Without Haste
    Without Our Faults
    We Cannot See
    What Is 'Wrong'
    What Is Meant To Be
    But Who's To Search
    And Find The Clear
    One Day I Might
    Soon Disappear

    I'll Go Ahead
    See Worse Instead
    And Better Yet
    I'll Find My Head
    I Think
    Who's Out There
    Where's The Freedom
    Most Everywhere
    Can You See It
    Forget The Head
    My Soul, I Don't Know
    Where's The Red
    I'm Sure To Go
    Get Help Soon
    Learn To Find
    The Golden Moon
    And Not Your Mind

    For We Are Placed
    In Hideaways
    Then Escape
    To Brand New Days
    Never The Case
    I Cannot Go
    Just Incase
    They Are To Show
    Hymn Along
    Dance Very Quietly
    Tune Your Song
    And Keep It Partly
    Smooth And Rough
    Had Enough
    I'm Hypnotized
    Hey, Look Out
    I'm On The Way
    Onto Where
    The Brand New Day...

  • Chris Leermakers (4/22/2013 9:04:00 AM) Post reply

    BLACK Shadow:

    I’m In No Race Today
    To Take Your Place
    In No Hurry
    To Follow Your Daytime Charade
    That Dark Shadow
    Yeah No Shadow, Nothing In My Face
    This Day
    ..And This I Contain…Just Let Me Explain

    No One Needs Your Dark Faces
    Looking Down
    Anywhere Around
    Everybody’s Already Seen
    Yeah Everyone Knows
    Personal Dark Places
    Their Own Dark Faces
    Even On Their Ground
    I Have Found

    Just Follow Your Own Black Shadow
    Yeah Your Own Black Shadow
    Needs, Yeah Feeds
    Owns Only You
    Only You Today
    This I Am Sorry To Say

    The Black Shadow Comes Crawling
    Crawling Back To Your Door
    Black Shadow, Back To Shock
    …And Back To Lock, Lock You Again
    Yeah To Nail Your Head To The Floor

    Your Black Shadow Comes Running
    Always Running, Always Ruining
    Yeah Ruining Your Core
    Black Shadow Comes Running
    Always Back For More
    Even If He, Is The Only One To Fall

    Why Did You Go Back For More
    How Could You
    Yeah How Did You Open His Door

    Try To Look Forward My Friend
    Not Just Straight Ahead
    Even If It Sounds Like A Lie
    A Black Shadow Will Always Try
    Try To Confuse
    Try To Consume
    If You Listen To It All...And Follow His Call
    If You’re Listening To The End
    You Just Might End Up Dead
    …And Your Black Shadow Will Just
    Replace Your Head

  • Savannah Oakes (4/21/2013 10:16:00 PM) Post reply

    If I Had Ten More Minutes

    If I had ten more minutes
    And my voice was not faint
    Nor my face so devoid
    Or my mind so blank
    I would profess—

    But I'm afraid of words
    Which might betray lips,
    For what is kept
    is of my eyes,
    that impulsive organ,
    I've attempted to stray:
    hooded, hazed.

    Construing a montage
    ever playing:
    concerns, worries
    fears, and doubts,
    Come to life
    in bursting light
    whilst straining in the dark.

    And if such creations
    could speak—
    or better
    could be heard—
    through the mist of passion
    And masks of pride,

    I would profess
    All in my heart;
    Every quaint murmur
    Forsaken night and night.

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  • Savannah Oakes (4/21/2013 10:14:00 PM) Post reply

    A Brisk Walk

    Midnight on a winding street
    air still as the grave
    no danger lurking
    no signs of wake

    You swagger on
    gingerly to the left
    then suddenly—
    a hand is in your hand
    hot breath against your cheek
    a whisper in your ear:

    “My love, my light
    come lie with me.
    We'll meet at great new heights
    where you will be set free
    from hands that bind
    to a land of bliss,
    so you won't but mind
    as you float down the abyss.”

    With no note of dissent
    no sigh, no frown, nor shake
    you are whisked away,
    taking steady steps and deep breaths
    to the hole where you shall lay.

    When finally you do arrive
    you're beckoned to lie down
    you stumble in, burrowing
    careful not to make a sound.

    Morning comes, but not the sun,
    Eyes search, but nothing found.
    Hands grasp at dirt, nails rake on stone
    at this new burial ground.

    Screaming does no good
    nor fight, nor will, nor pain
    you are here and here for good
    because doth wed the night
    and the night doth betrayed.

    “Away now morning light,
    Farewell bitter day!
    Soon we will reunite,
    perhaps from inner fray.
    So beat your drums,
    grapple in spite,
    measure your sums.
    Forget this little slight,
    For tomorrow comes! ”

    So lie down,
    calm, secure
    make most of this fine bed
    you've dug yourself out of
    time and time again.

  • Larry Reed Jr (4/21/2013 12:11:00 PM) Post reply

    A Dreamer With A Heart

    Sometimes its hard to be a dreamer, when love is on your mind.
    I know that heartbreak sometimes is, the worst nightmare of its kind.
    Sometimes i wake up crying, because of nightmares i have had.
    Dreams of us together, then things got really bad.

    You would say its over, you hate me and we're through.
    So i'd lay down and i would cry, there was nothing i could do.
    You would hurt me deep inside, my heart would ache so bad.
    then i saw you walk away, and tears were all i had.

    When you said that it was over, you cut me very deep.
    Even though it hurt so bad, my heart was yours to keep.
    Then i wake up crying, my heart is torn apart.
    I know no matter what i do, i'm a dreamer with a heart.

  • Chris Leermakers (4/20/2013 5:51:00 AM) Post reply

    Your Version:

    Tell Me Of Your World
    And I’ll Tell You Of Mine
    Increasingly Unpopular
    The Black Light Divine
    Where The Sun Hits Down Hard
    From The Earth To The Moon
    Tell Me Of Your World
    And I’ll Tell You Of Mine

    Look Up
    Tell Me What You See
    Are There Eyes Looking Down
    In The Forest Of Night
    Can You See The White Lagoon
    Within The Limits Of Your Sight
    So There The Creatures Sit
    And Wait For Your Command
    Wondering For A Moment
    Impatient Thus They Hunger
    Confusion Rules The Land
    Next Emotion Anger

    Bitterness Surrounds Us When Sweetness Is A Lie
    I Can See Them Laughing
    In The Corner Of My Eye
    In Time They Will Discover
    The Wrongs That Have Been Done
    Let Them Stay And Take Cover
    I’m Heading For The Sun
    The Place Where I Reside
    Fresh Inexperienced Fruit
    Make Me Want To Hide
    Here Is Only Freedom
    And Beauty All Around
    Nothing To Distract You
    Or Move You From Your Ground
    We See Ourselves As Children
    Stuck In An Adult Frame
    Every Day Is Different
    And Nothing Stays The Same
    The Path To Life Is Simple
    You’ve Heard It All Before
    I Want To Hear Your Version

    So Come And Tell Me More
    It May Not Be Short And Sweet
    Or In Another Time
    Tell Me Of Your World
    And I’ll Tell You Of Mine….

  • Chris Leermakers (4/20/2013 3:12:00 AM) Post reply


    I Got The Feeling
    That Feeling Just The Other Day
    Went For A Walk
    Couldn't Hear Any Talk
    Yeah Couldn't Hear The World Talk

    The Light Seemed Dim
    And No Shade Could I see
    Just Darkness Looking
    Looking Down On Me

    When I Looked Up
    At The Sun
    It Didn't Look Happy This Day
    Doesn't Look Happy Today

    Yes Still Blinded
    Blinded A Little
    But I Couldn't Look Away
    Couldn't Move My Eyes
    Just Couldn't Look Any Other Way

    Light Just Got Darker
    Sun Still Didn't Look Happy
    And I Was Just Distracted
    Yes We'll Were So Detracted

    Our Sun Just Turned Black
    Now Just A Black Star Shining
    Sending Darkness Over Everyone
    Killing Our Fun And Killing Our Sun

    We Were To Dumb To Run
    And Too Dead To Die
    Yeah We Were To Numb To Run
    And To Dead To Die

    When Some Of Us Woke
    Mona Lisa's Face Was Melted
    Some Still Alive
    Many Just Cremated
    Bur Most Of Us Still Very Sedated

    Millions Crying
    Asking What They Did
    Asking What We Created
    Now Just Darkness
    No More Morning
    Yes No More Dawn

    But We're Going to Find A Way
    Find Another Way
    To Spawn
    As There's Always Another Way
    To Just Mourn
    Now Is It Time
    To Just Spawn, Cause:

    We Were To Dumb To Run
    And Too Dead To Die
    Just Too Numb To Run
    And Too Dead To Die

  • Larry Reed Jr (4/19/2013 9:45:00 PM) Post reply

    Life Contemplations:

    Sometimes I sit and wonder why is my life this way.
    Sometimes I lay back and contemplate but don't know what to say.
    I wish that I could change the past erase the things that I have done wrong.
    I know that I can get through life as long as I stay strong.

    I'll never make my mama proud I know that deep inside.
    I know I'll break my mama's heart those feelings I can't hide.
    I know she wants to see me do good I am her baby boy.
    She wants to see e succeed in life it would bring her lots of joy.

    So sometimes I sit and wonder how can I make her proud me.
    I want my life to go how it should how it's suppose to be.
    So I know when I get I'll find myself a wife.
    Love the woman that I'm with and live the rest of my life.

    So now you see that in my life there's a lot of complications.
    So at night I lay back and review lifes contemplations.

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