Sam Edison

Rookie (July 7th 1982 / Brooklyn, New York)

Sam Edison Poems

1. Celi 7/5/2009
2. Lean Na Comharthaí (Follow The Signs) 7/11/2009
3. Heroes Of New York 8/2/2009
4. Confused 8/3/2009
5. A Falling Of A Hero 8/6/2009
6. Losing Myself 8/13/2009
7. Aisling 8/19/2009
8. This Is Not Poetry This Is Rambling 8/31/2009
9. Sea Grave 9/8/2009
10. The World We Cant See 9/26/2009
11. Sight, Sound & Taste 9/26/2009
12. Poetic Warrior 9/27/2009
13. Worlds Worst Tour Guide 10/5/2009
14. Jane Doe 10/6/2009
15. Worker Vs Non Worker Part 1 10/12/2009
16. Nomad 9/22/2009
17. Lost In This Journey 12/12/2009
18. A Legend Of A Remarkable Bard 12/17/2009
19. My 3 Sisters 1/16/2010
20. Cold Heart 3/22/2010
21. Illuminated Path 12/4/2010
22. Hunt For Fruition 10/5/2011
23. American Aisling 10/13/2011
24. Timmy 10/19/2011
25. Blood On My Hand 10/19/2011
26. Occupy, Anarchy 10/19/2011
27. The Rebel Bard Is King 10/19/2011
28. Psycho 10/19/2011
29. The Hidden Force Of Evil 10/19/2011
30. Brooklyn You'Re A Lady 12/12/2009
31. Forgotten 10/9/2011
32. The Quest 10/12/2011
33. Drinking Whiskey With John Lennon 12/13/2009
34. What A Wonderful World 11/5/2009
35. Baseball 8/27/2009
36. Taking Lifes Punches 7/10/2009
37. Heavens Jazz Note 10/5/2011
38. An Angel In Hells Kitchen 12/12/2009
39. Whiskey 10/12/2011
40. Lovers 10/23/2011

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Saint Maria Goretti's Forgiveness

Maria Maria you had no fear of losing mortal life
You had compassion for your assailaint during each stab of his knife
You had worries for his soul even as you lay there dying
You knew yours was off to heavan while the angels stayed there crying
He initially came to rape you but you said you'd rather die
So seventeen times he stabbed you without a single tear in his eye
As you laid there on your death bed you prayed to forgive his soul
Said you want to see him again in heavan not that infinite fiery hole
At only age eleven you died to do whats right
You later saved ...

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I keep battling Leprechauns on the hour every hour
As my eyes are set on Jesus, Leprechauns come to over power
They keep offering good whiskey and a good stout for me to devour
I think they realize my hearts like a flower
Beautiful and delicate full of love but yet sour
So I say the Our Father hoping they would go away
But they keep coming back like the light of another day
They control my mind with there evil hypnotizing words they do say
Theres no day like today to drink your troubles

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