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When my Brain, No longer functions, And I cannot recognize, Family and Friends If they stop around..... Put me down. When I'm sitting, In my own excrement... And I am Wheelchair bound... When this Temple of God is crumbling.... Put me down. Show mercy on me. Set me free. Put out my light. So, I may ...

Parents off to work. Kids dropped off with Grandma and Pap. The silent home comes alive, With the voices of six Children. The younger ones, Being tutored, By the older ones social skills. Grandma isn't disheveled yet. But the day isn't over. The chaos of Love, Has just started. For: Haley, Bubster, ...

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Yep, Prayer is a powerful tool. Happy Thanksgiving.

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The trigger.. From what somebody said. The obession. When the triggered thought, Circles around in my head. The compulsion... Creates anger. When the thoughts Won't go away. Now I blame it on, That person. For what was said... The part I dread. The rage... I place on the person, By using my trigger ...

What calender may that be? lol I go by the Hollywood calender lol.

The time has come, For a "Healthy Alternative" As opposed too, These white tubes Of heroin like tobacco Encasing nicotine Waiting for it's release From fire. The target date has been set, Then, I will all about health. I will be well. My target date to quit this addiction Will be..... Dece...

To much contemplation given... To the darkness... The coldness.... The finality... Of Dying. While the Joints... Muscles and flesh, Stiffen. We face, Decomposition Even during Life. I get a foreboding of, Forever Darkness... Floating on... An Eternity of Sorrows.... Abandoned. Or, The floating on Et...

thank you brother, have a great holiday!

I saw a cloud, That broke away, And floated from, A large mass, Of white and fluffy stuff. Declining to conform, With the other clouds, Showing enough was enough. To be yourself... To float... On your own air-stream, Inspired me to write this verse. I went inside, For pen and paper, Came back out......

She talked to me
In innuendos,
Letting me know,
That she knew.
I talked to Her,
In phrases,
At bits,
And places,
Not knowing,
What to do.

For: C.S.
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moses lee

He's a learned Man, Who seems to have found truth. His enthusiasm reflects the love of his work. I can feel the vibes of the.... "Word Gardener" I sat there, As a plant thru a dry spell. The gardener pours water on me. It flows on the dry parched earth. Some absorbed, some rolls off. It is...

I am the bear in the Mancave, Un-shaven, Un-kept, The bedroom is my cave, I have my T.V. set. I watch the Imortals, Those, That have passed on, But live on, In the land of re-runs. I have the computer, I can touch the world, Without it touching me, At least physically. I have my Guitars, Connecting ...

The pump,
pumps fast.
Then...erratic
Then...slows,
Stops and explodes.
And I look down.
Upon myself.
Just as before.

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Moses Lee

Love is love
Sex is sex
Raise our taxes
For the Welfare checks.

Walking the oval Track.
Past the candle lit bleachers,
Representing the ones taken
By the organ and bone eaters.

I walk to let the lighted ones know...
I won't forget.
And to let the destroyers know...
I'm thankful,
They haven't gotten me yet.

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moses lee