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Let Roses Rain...

For me, there should be roses raining,
A sky of wonders, never waning.
The world should twist, turn on its head,
And all its worries left unsaid.

 

At sixteen, I dreamt with quiet fire,
To reach the heights, to never tire.
To claim my place, to stand my ground,
With every voice, I’d make a sound.

 

And later, I longed for something grand,
To see the world, to understand.
Not lo...

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The Merrie City Serenade [song version]

The Merrie City Serenade

 

Behind the market hall, riding the Ark

Hand in hand lovers strolling through the park

Carving their initials deep in the bark

on this Merrie City Serenade

 

Old men and teenagers sitting in The Chance

Ian and Peter refusing to dance

Across the mighty Rafters dance floor expanse

to the Merry City Serenade

 

On Cannonball hill beneath a ...

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Dark Side

I run through the streets in the dark of the night, 
A black hoodie, sharp trainers, a knife for the fight
No morals or goodness left in my soul
Others money , phones,  wallets,  my only goal.

Smoking and drinking, not school do I care
I live on the streets, do ought for a dare
A vandal , graffiti, the life of a villian 
My future is bars, held in a cold prison 

My childhood was taken,...

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A Bird Now Gone

No bird remains to sing his song.

so silence pounds the whole day long.

 

In beat with memory of the day

I clapped to make him go away.

 

The fault, it clearly lies with me

the bird was what the bird should be.

 

Now I live knowing I was wrong…

to want to silence any song.

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Acknowledge me

It reaches further than "please fuck me" or "don’t touch me"

It’s a liminal in-between 

A line we like to call blurry

But I never asked you to undress me

My body abandoned me

My words went slurry

Tongue too thick to go beyond a mumble

Kind sir escorted me to save me from stumble

Four times play on my mind

One of them I even forgot

Until it accosted me during a usual d...

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