Ronnie Gardner

To someone I never knew but felt he like part of my home
Those sunsets listening overseas as though they were my own.
Then the Singer sang: Why, why, why tell them that it's human nature
why, why, why tell that its human nature....
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I have no reflection of the past yet in some strange twist of plot it fashions me
I have no reflection of the past yet it has a grasp of me
I have no reflection of the past yet it mirrors....me.
A me that that existed but it does not remember me.
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The Tune sways and croons in crevices dear
Eclectic melody and messages near but unclear
the soul broken like a bottle toss by a less than sober street pope
such is the rawness of the wound, the Trumpeter and notes elope.
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I am a summer block buster all bravado and excitement
an intricate piece of wiring that com bust into a million
shards of immediate contentment. I am hip-hop's bass
in Fight the Power and the glide of Terminator X's scratch
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The stage is set and the dance macabre, the foil flashes and I parry
I focused on the game but in the back of my mind I am like 'Who is Larry? '
The blade evade and strikes and again I am unbalanced
Elegant as Erroyl Flinn and flamboyant as a jeweled Prince, I correct my stance and move again. She is good and maybe a bit better than I am
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Your love is the the type that makes me want to break out in song
in a crowd, with my friends, with violins, and then take a bow
I digress, its a mess because I love her too, its the truth, and never ending and then I sin
I hold it in but its nice, it worth the price of that night when the music creases
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