Poet of the River

They say life is a winding road with many paths to take.
But no matter how many paths I choose,
It's always a dead end,
I have to retrace my steps to find my mistake.
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We are all hurt in life.
They say that pain lessons over time,
but that pain never truly fades.
We simple cover it in scar tissue to help dull the pain.
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There once was a sister,
who loved to kiss her mister.
Til' one day she came home,
and saw her mister with her sister.
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Its funny how people always tend to trip over there own feet.
Its funny how they can run into a sign, while walking down a street.
Its funny how putting mentos in your friends cola makes it foam.
Its funny how on Halloween you can go and T.P. someone's home.
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On top of the roof
The air is so cold and so calm
Standing at the edge alone
a single note in your palm,
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There comes a time in our lives when we have to say no.
A time we have to let our own opinion and thoughts to show.
The thought of each individual is priceless and unique.
So let your voice be heard, stand up and speak!
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Light the match,
Ignite the fuse,
As the evening sky fills with its reds, whites, and blues.
Sparks fly, as colors light the night sky.
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Fly up so high,
above the clouds and rain,
in to the deep blue of the sky,
ware there is no pain,
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The questions we have,
Are for answers UN given.
In search of these answers,
Mankind has been driven.
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Ghosts and ghouls,
Clowns and fools.
Come out this Halloween night.
The creeping and glaring,
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i watched the moon swim across the sea of blue,
and i watched the stars light up the sky when i thought of you.
i looked at the moon in the sky, oh so far away,
and i began to cry.
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everybody had a choice, everybody had a voice,
but no one chose to speak
Anyone could, but nobody would,
now my will has become weak.
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A little here, a little there.
a little bit every were.
a pinch, a dash, a smidgin, a splash.
and just a little more.
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The candle lit, the fire ablaze.
on the table i sit, counting the days.
as time expands, and days grow colder,
the chill of hands, as the bones grow older.
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for every time you frown,
pull two smiles out of it.

for every time you feel down,
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I hear the tick tock,
coming from the clock on the wall.
My fingers lock,
As I wait for the call.
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God is watching,
observing what you do,
and when you think you are lost,
He will be their for you.
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I live in a book full of empty pages,
constantly searching for a writer.
Iv been all over the world,
stuck on shelves with other stories,
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Brothers and sisters please do not fight!
This is not just, it isn't right.
Who cares about politics, who cares about reason.
murder is more than a felony, it's considered high treason!
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Trapped in the fog of an ever changing dream.
Swimming through the currents of time.
High on a fiery mountain covered in steam.
Lost in a forest of tall wood pine.
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