Moth Harris Poems

Well, I got my acoustic guitar and my heart.
That's a start I suppose, but who really knows?
If I play the chords who cares how the song goes?
Just nod to the rhythm and cry to the blues.
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The difference between rap and poetry is the street.
A new beat, but the rhymes are all the same,
Truly it's the same game, new name, more fame
more dames, that know how to treat you right,
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You've got beautiful eyes, just stare at me.
I'm so trustworthy through all of my lies.
There should be only one thing to believe,
I'll take good care of you, for as long as you want me to.
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Drummer boy keep drummin'
That sad but steady tune
The beat relaxes my fingers
It will all be over soon
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Hands on the clock
Saying time's out the door
I'd look over it
If you just didn't care anymore
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It is a cold snowy day, too cold for children to play
'Please come home, ' mother's will say, but the children won't obay,
'cause we are growing older, besides we're not in poor health.
Will I ever come back home? Is what I should ask myself.
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I asked god why he gets to be so blessed.
Simply he smiled 'because I'm better than all the rest, '
I felt my heart dropp to the darkest part of my chest,
Have I lost my faith again?
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Writing history books with no record or source
Oh this is my life, my story, of course.
I've looked at symbolism, missed some of the real.
A rhyme is too simple to describe how I feel.
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The search for money love and lust,
a game of longing and little trust.
It's a must to know where the river goes.
The high's and lows and the undertones
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We've stared across the crowded rooms,
to see each other turn away with red faces.
I've been meaning to ask you, no.
I've been meaning to tell you something.
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