graham russell Poems

all i asked was for the truth was it
to much to ask for such
all these lies instead
flowing from you
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magic means to touch the
stars, to feel a love of life
as we wander near and far
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the ships flee the planet below
as the world rips itself apart
it, s death throes for all to see
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febuary is coming fast
the 14th of the month at last
all thoses cards i went and got
the stamps to i also bought
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incomplete as thoughts twirl around my head
trying to understand the rest
as the world cracks from within
as haiti fall like a childs plaything
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nauture swipes her brush across the sky
leaving blues and whites up on high
flicks her wrist and theres a tree and
then follows grass and the lakes so clean
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you got something to say then say it baby
not hold back whats in your heart
cause i need to know whats in your head
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i watch you walk across the room
my breath is short at such a sight
such loviness being so near
a vision of heaven upon this place
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so fresh the wind blows sending fragances
in many different places as the wind blows

now i stop just to share a thought
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loneliness is my home
i call but there is no soul
this emptiness that surrounds me
that lets nothing in and nothing out
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