Sunday, April 8, 2018

Lynn Swan

Rating: 5.0
one in twain yet marked on a blotted page clearly intact through the surface
crimes of passion stirring inside my brutal egg shelled head summon the dead
each of us goes through things another door bell tends to ring fat lady sings you see
Misery is coming apart at the seams the refrigerator is empty we are living on ample time

Cherish those days we used to frolic in a haze like a mouse stuck in its maze so behave
these are desolate times yet we settle for ill but faded rhymes the casualties are enormous
for a stated cause that's just plain atrocious there's a thrill in us all stand up ten feet all
Give me shelter give me peace stand in its relief head down to my feet stand to repeat

Is it safe to say that their is a way leave this cup of poison learn to rejoice in some dream
Cry me a river stand and deliver yet donn't call me late for dinner I'm still a giver
lines being drawn in the sand when to fully understand you can't keep sticking it to the man
Each human heart there's an opened door willing to be explored awe so much more

Look to the orphans and widows in their affliction go to a soup kitchen stand forgiving
There's so much we can do if we put our mind to it there's nothing to it Pharoah blew it
listen before you speak stand tall and teach grow fondly in the notion of grace
Spread out upon my Peyton Place long for a mistake to seal our fate just have to wait

We have fallen on tough times someone needs to break the mends it all depends
lay hold of your brother give them love to discover set in order fond memories
mix up the human chemistry choose instead to reach toward your dynasty nothing phony
got words that rhyme that words to heal someone said its no big deal but who are they

One day at a time sweet Jesus everybody needs us time is going by faster blaster
Remember the old boom box boogy down with the socks like the famed Scott Lerock
we shall stand on top never the bottom like the lonely days of Sodom keep your hats on
like Lynn Swan can't we ever get along and this is the end of this song
John Ackerman
Topic(s) of this poem: sports
Kumarmani Mahakul 08 April 2018
Remembering the of fays of success matters a lot. Jesus is sweet and he gives his grace to all. This poem is definitely very interestingly penned...10
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