They Never Loved Youjust drink it on down drown out the sound they never loved you, anywaysThey Never Loved You
just smoke it on up you're down on your luck they never loved you, anyways
life is winding down get buried in the ground they never loved you, anyways
your soul rises up finally up on your luck they never loved you, anyways
Cirrostratusmy mind is sailing away with microscopic clouds so white and so beautiful, but they bear secrets appearances decieve even the wisest of eyes the nicest clouds can carry such a volatile storm this storm, our love, is becoming a lot to handle making me feel nominal as every time before i may be drowning in my own self, my own blood choking on my tears as they fall for you againCirrostratus
What I Must Do To Be Alrightwhen the stars start to fall, where will you be? will you be running all over trying to find me? or will you still be perched inside your selfish little head? well then, don't be surprised if you wake-up to me dead. now, don't shed a tear; i know you'll be alright. and trust me, i know, you will sleep fine through the night. all i want you to know is that i'll be watching over you. so, dear, just close your eyes and let me do what i must do. i will haunt you with pleasure, but only in your dreams. i will have you scared half to death; ripping at the seams. even then, will i be happy,What I Must Do To Be Alright
Welcome Matthe rain serenades my pale skin as i walk towards a new place a destination i have not yet discoveredWelcome Mat
a structure stands bold in my path half-tattered windows and dark hallways but there is an uninviting welcome mat
this welcome mat is two-sided pulling you viciously into the structure and pushing you back into the outdoor world
the outdoor world is different form my head if only the two could be the same no welcome mats to draw you in or drag you out
Your Missouri poem led me to your site.
I'm trying to get the word out to Missouri Deviants about a little festival I'm producing in early May.
More information at
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and the Meetup site
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Please send this to any Missouri/Kansas writers you may know who would be interested.
Thanks!
Mark Pearce
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It was 15 minutes of sleep. Andy Worhol was misquoted.
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I collect the uncollectible
Hope you keep it up.
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