chris dawson Poems

The Lord's my shepherd, tho I don’t want,
he makes me down to lie
in pastures green. He leadeth me
but I know that look in his eye.
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Taken to him once again

she stood outside his door,
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this was now so real
with a different realism
a real reality
but at the same time surreal
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To those who like to live life on the edge

And place fate in the hands of the Gods
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I let her eyes seduce me as she glanced across the bar

she passed a smile suggesting her apartment wasn't far
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Turning pages

Flicking postcards
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Now getting in first is valid advice

thus staying ahead of the game
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I was a certainly single guy.
She became a lover.
And then my mistress.
And a friend.
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Deception comes in many forms
And takes on many guises
Expected tricks and underhands,
As unforeseen surprises
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Behind most winning men it's worth saying again
there's force driving them, it is true.
With such strength and resolve ambitions evolve
and support to see goals carried through.
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