poem whore Poems

I fly around without ever touching the ground
the sky is blue with poisin comin down
there is a secret up thair all around
aluminum helping to stop the count down
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If I was to sit and think
about the world and everything
only the things that I know about
would come into play
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The voice I hear when you whisper in my ear
is the one I hope god will call me on
the words you say shake the ground
and clear the way
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I set and wait if at all only for a few days
it has gotten cold (rain to snow) all as the wind blows
some parts of the day you can see the moutains fare away
high are their peaks it seems from looking down what seems
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I stair at the sunset
in the dawn
and watch the sunrise
in the dusk
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when in doubt
blink your eyes
N hold on tight
you might just fall off this ride
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how if for only this
could it be that
you have been sent here to
be with me
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with a blood red eye stare
as though the devil himself
was felt in the air
a fog on top of a mountain
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A deafing ring
around everything
consumes my thoughts
and slows time as seconds
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I Hear your voice in the misty wind
calling my name out in vain
for the light you seen in me is now faded into gray
I have charged the hill and climbed my sole
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