tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092380939128915512012-02-16T17:43:23.845-08:00Tressa Baileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12069081847543667599noreply@blogger.comBlogger661100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609238093912891551.post-9279568952118310512011-04-08T10:04:00.000-07:002011-04-08T10:04:25.107-07:00

If only I could dream you here….. I would close my sleepless eyes. If only I could dream me there To hear your whispered sighs, To kiss my lips open like this, My long fingers in your hair, To taste the sweetness of your kiss… Such sweet emotion we could share. What lovely dreams those would be! To feel your fingers upon my face… If I could just feel your hands on me, Strong hands

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Have clouds given way to rainbows Or is that just a trick of light? Will I wake to find shadows Where I dreamed of colors bright? And can I really breathe you Or is it only frozen air? Can it be I misconstrue And my senses are impaired? Does this path I'm walking on Truly have a different view? Has the Earth turned round again and has life begun anew?

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If I would open the door, would you want to come in?I could tell you my secrets, and the places I've been...But if I told you my truth and revealed my liesWould we be saying hellos or goodbyes?If I were to light a lamp, would you want to seeAll those ugly monsters that are living inside me?And if I uncovered my soul and just left it bareWould we be able to go on from there?If I were to stand

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For Grandma10/27/1916 01/30/2009You will be my North starI will raise my eyes up and knowWhere I am standingWhen I'm lost and scared,I will remember your wordsAnd have direction.When my hopes seem dim,You will shine down on me.I will see clearly.I will not pine for youBecause there you will beGlowing in the sky.I love you Grandma!

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I dreamt of you long ago.You were a promise to a child.You whispered in my dreamsLike music sweet and mild The monsters in my sleepfeared you even thenYou would be their conquerorYou would be my friend. I dreamt you – a silver wolfGuarding the forest of my fearsIt was upon your silver furThat I dried childish tears The beasts that hid within my woodsDared not put you to the testFor surely you'd

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I want to feel a passion burningLike raging Hell fires in my soulI want to be consumed in this heatLike smoldering ashes on white coalLet his sweet tongue strike meTo light my Spirit's fireBurning me, Scorching meLet the flames shoot higherI want his hard lips to burn my skinI want strong fingers to singe my hairI want to slide inside of his mindBe engulfed in the flames thereLet my lover's words

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The one I dream of is as strong as me,With courage to let his passions free.He can brave the storm that brews in my mind,And keep all the secrets that he finds.I will battle the demons inside his soulKiss his scars and make him whole...The one I dream of is as weak as I,Knows fear, knows pain, and sometimes he cries.He will comfort me when I weep,And scare away the old demons in my sleep.I will

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There is someone, somewhere, for meI know him well in fantasy.A crimson mouth and laughing eyes...His words are truth, his heart can't lie.He walks so tall...that others look small,As he strolls by, carelessly,Looking for me.And here I am, I wait for you...Anticipate a love that's true,Your lips to kiss and flame desire,With words that set my heart on fire.I stroke my hair...Imagine you there,

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I dreamed, sweet dreams, of you last night.......Kissing me in the pure moonlight.Nothing has ever felt so rightAs having you holding me so tight.I turn my head to see your face,My body melts in your embraceTingles dancing every place.......Our hearts pounding at a lover's pace.Desire is flaming in your eyes,I can feel your hot passions rise....Pulsing...throbbing...against my thighsSoft sounds

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In my dreams you pace the forestSilver fur that shines in moonlightSavage heart beating in your chest.I know you are near by, somewhereSmoke and stone eyes that can see meEyes that have that all knowing stare.You've brought me here to wait for youIn the dense forest of your mind.Wolves in spirit and this place too.I listen for your soft footfallsInstead hearing the wrenching howlsOf my wounded

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His touch lingers on my bodyIntimate bruises aching still......He knows the secrets within meAnd i can feel my spirit yield.In gentleness and savagery,I am subjugated to His will.Hands and lips that can brand my skinAre those that will enslave my heart,And there is no way to pretendAnd no way i can outsmartEmotions i barely comprehendThat are overpowering this heart.i wonder if this is healthy...

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You were in my dreams again...Seems like you are always there...touching my soul...making me wholeLeaving me longing everywhereWaking up not feeling quite sane.I wonder if I should fearthe way you invade my sleeptouching my soul...making me wholeknowing the secrets I keepReaching for you...but you're not hereReality beckons to mebut I never want to goYou touch my soul....you make me wholeI accept

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Just one night with you Baby, Just one night with you It would do, my whole life through To have just one night with you Just one look--myheart is goneMister, how you turn me on!It sure would feel rightAll right!Laying with you all night.I'd do whatever you wanted toIf I could have just one night with you.Just one night with you Baby, Just one night with you It would do, my whole life through To

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Gypsy, Gypsy, running wild--Less a woman, more a child--Living, laughing, and being free--All against Society.Gypsy, Gypsy, such a fool-- Don't you know the silver rule?Conform with the group.(Like so many vegetables in vegetable soup.)Lady, Lady, Can't you see?Blinded people--never free.Hating, hurting, and so untrue.Never caring what you do.

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The river, so much myself, Angry waves raging at the shore---Only to be held back;Just once more. Sad water, tired of living,Hitting the docks, softly crying.Mud-water, dripping wet tears;Scared of dieing.

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This barstool I'm sitting onSomehow reminds me of my lifeSpinning--Turning--Twisting--DizzySometimes I'm as hard as This cold steel frame. It holds me upIn the same way it holds this seat.Sometimes I'm as soft asThis old worn-out vinyl cover.And without this hard metal frame. . .I would most surely collapseAnd I could no longer comfortOr support anyone again.

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I gave my life for glowing dreamsOf what I felt life should be:I built stone-walls 'round flowing streams,And I pretended I was free.It seemed so easy in younger days-- To believe the fantasy true.I didn't see clouds of greyWere reality in view.Everything was painted black on white.The lines were quite clearly drawn.So certain was I of my rights--Never doubted the coming dawn.Then, when rain came

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The Judas-kiss is love that liesDevotion that betrays. It's a thief with alibies.It's a spouse that strays.Affection born of malice,Friendship born of hate;Beware ye of the Judas-kiss--Love that prevaricates.The Judas-kiss is pleasing pain,Meant only to deceive.It's passion that's only feigned.It's a spider's weave.Emotion in an abyss;Passion in despair;Beware ye of the Judas-kiss--It's love that

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Everyone is dying–Or at least they're trying--What with their artificial highsAnd exaggerated lies'They might as well. . .Seems while they're livingThey're always taking 'stead of giving.Shooting up and popping pillsDealing so's to make their deals.Ecstasy in Hell

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Talking to a Wall, Baby, Talking to a wallIt doesn't matter what I sayI know I don't count at all.I wish that there was a way. . .Babe, to make this whole thing fall . . .But trying to talk to you--- --It's just like talking to a wall. There is this wall between us:We built it brick by brick.Each brick contains broken thingsThat we can't ever fix:Broken words and promises,Broken hearts and broken

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Pretenders, baby that's what we are.Trying to be what we just can't be.A brand-new life, new house, new car. . .Pretenders baby, both you and me.All that time we had no money--Breaking our backs for an hour's wage--Sometimes, baby, Life is funny,Lost our love in a greenback cage.Thought cash was our only need.Now, baby, well we just pretendThat we didn't lose it all in greed.There's nothing left

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You take my words and twist them aroundTrying to make me something I’m notEv’ry time I speak up you shut me downGuess you don’t like my original thoughtIt was to love, honor and cherish...Such pretty words you promised to meLately seems Yell, holler and perishIs more like what its getting to beRetract your claws and please shut your jawsI’m not your damned kid to reproachYou’re not going to make

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Like a tigress she sits,Forever guarding her young.Ready to strikeAt the invading beastsWho threaten her cubs.The tigress' afraid--But fear makes her stronger.Prepared to fight--Protects her cherished nest--The babes more than her.The tigress watches:Alert and violent---Wait for dangerAnd it will always come To those that you love.The tigress, she diesStill watching over her cubs.Her final

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You can work all night without relief--And never see the black.Seem's like there's something biggerThat always holds you back.You can fill-up your life with goodness--Still never wear the white. Seem's someone-else's haloAlways blocks yours from sight.I say that life is a prison,Except with bills to pay,And beneath this sky-so-blueLay clouds of silver-gray.

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Starlight over the ocean. . .. . .Sands of white. . .The waves crashing in. . .. . .And pure moonlight. . .JustRight.We stand by the shore. . .. . .We hold on tight. . .The moment has come. . .. . . The time is right. . .TONIGHT. . .Our lives together. . .Begin.

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Lies, lies, and alibies A smile that doesn't reach the eyesA wedding band holds no tiesAnd lust is always on the riseWith more lies and alibiesYou have pretty words, and such sexy eyes.You have a body that could mesmerize.So easily I could be compromised......If I'd never once heard such lovely liesLies, lies, and alibies A smile that doesn't reach the eyesA wedding band holds no tiesAnd lust is

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Reality isclosing in on meFantasy has leftI'm alonescared to death as if I am aboutto walk into quicksand and be totally swallowedthe past timesI was secure inhave left meand left me frightened

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The silver clouds,midnite blue...Like soft pillowsencircle the earth......For the moon and the starsto rest their weary bodies on.The golden drops,tiny tears of a tired GodCrying in painfrom the torment brought onBy a recalled wish for life.......Bathing our worldOf our sins...Washing awayOur hatred.And for a little whileWe are clean...until tomorrow...The storm shall cease,And then Manshall

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I thought I had it all worked-out.I thought I acted well.I thought I had fooled ev'ryone,But somehow you could tell.You see the "me" that's almost dead--The girl he tried to killBy suffocating her spirit,And destroying her will.You see the girl I used to be,But I still see the pain:A jagged scar cut 'cross the heart,A mind that's not quite sane.So close your eyes, don't look too deep.No-one can

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I think we both know it's over...We're just too scared to call it a day.We pretend what we cannot feel...We're so afraid of what they'll sayWe've know each other for so long,In the beginning we were "just friends".I think we were better off that way, Because true friendship never ends.We were too young to heed the signs..We were too brazen to think ahead.I guess we "knew it all" back then,We

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You took my soul before it was offered...You stole my re-mended heart....Laughing as I cried "You thief!"You ripped off my pride...Then you went away.Sometime between now and forever---I want them returned.You lifted my soft, tanned bodyAnd hid it within the clouds of passion.You held my eyes in adoration and love...And never gave them back ...And when I claimed murder--You laughedSaying "But

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She holds her pain tight to her chest.It's her shield, and it's her armor.Sheltering wounds beneath her breast--Mighty stands the Warrior!She's ready to fight or dieAs her fears provide the muscleAgainst the love she can't deny. To her it's war, and "War is Hell."Her anger is honed like a fine spear--Determined to be the victor.She stabs at him who dares come near--Mighty stands the Warrior.She

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I woke up late this mornin'...Thought: "There went another day..."One Hundred problems waiting for me,Guess they never just go away.My man and I fight alot.Life is hard and money's tight...I work twenty-five hours a day,Try to rest, but he wants a fight.We used to believe in love...We used to believe in dreams, But fairytales belong to children,Now we just believe in his schemes.We've learned

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sometimes i wish i'd never met you,but you couldn’t leave me alone......you lied to make me love you...you made me believe...you just had to have me... (you never could leavewell enough alone).i was your puzzleto put together anyway you desired.yet when my pieces didn’t fit "right"you were cold and angry---so you simplyscrambled my piecesall over the placethen you went on toa brand new toy.

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Angry words fill the airI can breathe them, see themin your eye’s angry stareas you scream themAngry slurs stain my souldarkens blood in my hearthardens me, like a kniferips me apartAngry curses beat meI can feel everyword you swear from your lipsthat once kissed me

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Part of me still loves you, Jay,The "me" that's hidden deep inside.She only lives in yesterday--Where she can be by your side.When I sleep, then she awakes,I'm just seventeen and too sure.My broken heart no longer achesAnd your love is mine once more.I welcome you in my sleep--And those days of glorious youthWhen I gave you my heart to keep,And I knew your words were truth.Baby, It's been some

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Years go by, it just stays the same.Baby we keep playing this same old game.You hurt me--then I'll hurt you--Still swearing that this love is true.Lie to me baby, 'bout where you've been,And I'll act like I beleive you again.I'll pretend I don't smell her on you, Still swearing that this love is true.I'll lie to them all--friends and family--I'll say that you've been so good to me,And pretend I

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The act of love is a tired excuse.Pretty words used to give a reasonFor believing lies and ignoring treason.What an absolutely ideal ruseTo get someone to take abuse.The act of love is an ad man's dreamSells it all from cats to carsGives us a reason to hit the bars....We starve ourselves and try every cream..."Big money!!! Big Money!!!" the ad men scream.The act of love is a bad alibi.A special

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He sees himself through critical eyes... He says he's just seeing what's true. But steamed up mirrors are telling him lies...'Cause he doesn't see who I do. The man that I see has paid his dues.He yearns for a woman's soft touch,Lost way more than any one man should lose...He wonders if he wants too much.He sees himself through a broken heart,Angry words and life's guilty lies.All the

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What a mess people are today; Nothing to do . . . Nothing to say . . .It's all been done--all been saidBy the forgotten, by the dead.People are laughing (Big boys don't cry).Pretending to be happy--Spreading the lie.Running on empty, dusk 'till dawnTrying to "catch-up", but everyone's gone.Babies are crying and Mama don't hear(Too busy working to hold her babes near).The teens are gamblin' and

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This whole world is painted grey.It only varies in the shades--No real contrast anyway--Because the color always fades.No red. No blue. No black or white--There's just that something in-between.No total wrong, nor certain right,Just those things that might once have been.There's no such thing as love or hateDespite what the poets say.I know people just live their fateAnd this world is painted

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Sometimes you win, Sometimes you lose--You know the risk is always there.You take your chance, You pay your dues,Waiting for someone to care.Sometimes you give, Sometimes you takeFrom the one who belongs to you,Knowing the chance your heart can breakWhen he finds somebody new.Sometimes you win, Sometimes you lose,You know that love's not always fair.Be sure it could happen to you--If you're not '

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What about the children,Those innocent babies we hold?Can we spare a thought for the lives that we mold,While we ruin their world,While we destroy their lands?Suffer the little childrenAt our very own hands!What about the children?Just how much will they love us?How will they care for and how will they trust us?We're ruining their futuresWith the rules we choose to make.Suffer the little

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I was still just a little girlWhen my Mama's Daddy died,But a little girl grows-up fast,Once she's seen her Mama cry.When Mama had his hand to holdAll our lives were sweet and bright.Then Grandpa's death left Mama cold,Her world just never came right.I guess Life takes back it's own--Leaves the survivors all aloneTo deal with guilt and unshed tears--Looking back at those wasted years.I was yet to

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You ask me what I want from you,As though my thoughts ran deep.A simpler wish could not be made--Just promises that you keep. Those broken words are solemn lies,Made just to ease your mind,And all those lies are cheap good-byes,And courage you could not find.If words were brick, then you could buildA house two stories tall.If words were guns, I'd be dead.I'd rather you not talk at allThose

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I wore silken threads and a painted smile.Pretending to be someone else a while.Stolen moments of sanityPretending that I was not me.I left my ugly beneath my bed.Followed the voices in my head.I played sweet romance with youImagined that my dreams were trueAll the time I knew I was the lieIt was just better to live than to die.I didn't see you cry.I closed my eyes.It didn't happen if I didn't

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Michael works in a factory.He dreams of days to come. Goes home cold and lonely,When the day is done.Still, he keeps on dreamin'--There must be a better way.Pretends he sees the colorsBehind the shades of gray.Jennie runs the corner store.She calls it a "stepping-stone".Tells us she'll go real far,But it looks like she's goin' alone.Still, she keeps-on reachin'For things just too far away.Insists

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Lead me away , Oh lord, Lead me away.I can't bear another cross on me today Temptations come,--I fall astrayI beg of you Lord, just lead me away.Oh Lord, you know it's so easy to lie....When trouble seems to be avoided that way.Truth is hard when it causes pain.Evil tempts me Lord. Lead me away.Lead me away , Oh lord, Lead me away.I can't bear another cross on me today Temptations come,--I fall

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Everyone needs a place to hide We all need some place to rest There is a haven for us all Upon Jesus' Holy breast!A haven built by our God's grace,A temple in the form of man--And all who wish may meet him today--To find glorious peace again!Everyone needs a place to hide We all need some place to rest There is a haven for us all Upon Jesus' Holy breast!A haven from our Earthly fears,From all the

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Battered and bruised, a child cries . . . Believing the mother's lies.The name of Love, her excuseFor child abuse."Spare the rod and spoil the child"--The meaning more than defiled.The name of Love, a handy lieFor a child's cry.

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I yelled at my kids, again, today...Let them forgive me, Lord, I pray.I am human, my patience thin....And (oh!) the trouble that they get in!!!Lord, You know how much I love them.I'd never place a thing above them.Even in anger, they mean to meEv'rything I want life to be.So open their hearts Lord, so they knowAll the love I wish I'd show.Open their eyes Lord, so they seeEverything you want them

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(For my distant sister)It's a hard life that you have led--You survive however you can.It's like you live from man to man,But I miss the part of you that’s dead.You dream about those "better" daysThat you swear are going to come.I don't know what you're hiding fromThere in your fantasy-filled haze.I guess you must feel all alone,I only hope, someday, you'll seeThat life can't be a fantasy--And

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She sees you through her girlhood dream:Her first-born fair-haired child--And sometimes, to me, it seemsShe was much more than beguiledBy the blue-eyed girl that you were.I never could compete.I'm too-much, by far, like her,Dark as dusk and none-too-sweet.You were given all the charm.You were born full of grace:With the ability to disarmus all with your pretty face.I would not mind being like you

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Children, I beg you, don't rush away--Stop a while with me today.Our time is short--Youth won't last.Don't try to grow up too fast.Because I will miss the babes you areWhen you trade my love for cars,And dates and for all those gamesThat I no-longer know how to play.I will miss all of your childish ways,And all of your loving praise,For the little things I doTo get a smile out of you.I wish very

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Husband, Father, Grandfather--Peacemaker and defender of rights.We miss you.Our darkness and lightDepended upon you. Your laws were oursYou always knew, always caredYour broad shoulders were always thereTo laugh on, to lean on, to cry onNow we are alone.God called and you left us.Your legacies linger on.

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Country girl, born in the hills--Playing in the street just to get my thrills.Living in the city aint where it's atNeed the nitty gritty like a hole in my hatAll the busy streets, all the smog and noise,All the city gentlemen--Can't beat those country boysCan't beat the wooded parksCan't beat the general storeAnd they can't tell you the reasonGod put you here for.Living in the city just don't hit

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(For my Stepfather)It takes a step to move aheadOr to move up in any way.It takes a step to change your life Or to move on from day to day.It takes a step to turn aroundOr to just kneel down and prayA step is not so hard to takeDespite what people say.Dad, you know you are that stepThe most important I'll ever take.You've been there to guide me throughEvery decision I've had to make.You were

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(written for Richard)I look upon your tiny faceImpressions time cannot eraseI see you as you'll one day beToo soon, grown up, in front of me.One day that tiny head will holdSecrets from which dreams unfoldOne day, I know, those tiny feetWill proudly march upon our streetsOne day your tiny heart will give Another woman a dream to liveYour tiny hands will someday guideThat other woman by your

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Grandma always said kind thingsto whoever I was trying to beand when I spoke she really heardGrandma always had time for meI could tell her almost anythingand even when she didn’t agreeShe understood my positionGrandma always had time for meSometimes I just wanted to read aloudSo she’d pull me onto her kneeTell me what a good student I wasGrandma always had time for meIf I got in big troubleHer

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I look upon your lovely face,An weep for what I can't replace.In innocence, the time is fast--Your youth will too soon be past.I watch closely as you playKnowing that time will have his wayMy little girl will grow up soonNo longer singing childhood tunesOr playing with your Barbie dolls;Or putting handprints on my walls.So I worry about the day Some young man steals your heart away,And I pray you

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When I was just a little girlRight and wrong was just so easyGrandpa had all the answers thenSo life could not confuse me.He'd often tell me these storiesOf Indians long agoWhen he was finished speaking Somehow I would always knowThe path I should be walking onOr direction I should headSeemed Grandpa knew it all back thenI would just follow where he ledNow I'm supposed to be grown upAnd know what

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For so many years, I was abused.My mind and body cruelly usedAs little more than a whipping-postBy the one who should have loved me most.Fists would strike, and belts would fly--I learned to take it--not even cry.Made myself just as small as I couldAnd tried so hard to just be good.Thought that if I weren't so badThen I wouldn't make my Mama mad.My eight-year old mind couldn't seeShe was beating

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When I was in school, Hey--I was "cool"!I hung out with all the ones who would callMy name in dodge ball.Never knew that I was their fool.I simply stayed "high", would not be shy...I knew when to speak of the fame I'd seek,Or the game that week.Never thought that my dreams could die.My folks never knew--Never seen through. . .I was eating dope to give me hope,I'd smoke cocaine and wish I were

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She is playing in grassy fields.She is miles and miles away.He can touch her, and her body yields...But she isn't where she lay.She can feel the wind brush her skin.The sun is hot on her hair.She knows she can fly straight to Heaven...There are no monsters there.Jesus will make the Demon stop..She has been so very good.Then the Demon's hands touch her topAnd her body turns to wood.She sings "

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A thousand words is a picture's worth,But pornography chooses liesTo spread an evil upon this Earth By the fantasies it implies.It warps the minds of both men and boysBy confusing real love with lust.The lives of women it destroysBetween starvation and disgust.It's artificial stimulation.It's romance without a heart. Leads to selfish copulationWith an imagined counterpart.It's only legal

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There's a knife that cuts in jagged linesthe artwork of golden dreams.Lays the canvas bare--showing signsthat love's not always what it seems.It's better the hammer than the knifethat you choose to cause your pain.A jagged wound will scar for life--a hammers blow can be sustained.The knife is called by the name of Lovethe hammer is called by pride,A blow or a scar is the sum of the choices from

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