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Poetry
Wind Song
Tell me if you hear the wind in the leaves,
Do you feel its power against your skin?
Do you listen to its song singing
"Love hate is in my power,
The mood could shift in a
Minute or an hour.
Ride the song,
Take a rest,
Love a little,
Allow to be blest.
Go with it
It will be all right,
I will claim victory
And power tonight
So blow with the wind,
And let it all go--
Scream in the wind,
And feel it blow."
My love can you realease it?
Show me love in the wind.
Release
Oh to have a release,
Release from mortal fear,
Not having to determine tomorrow
On the basis of today.
Just a release from the pain,
Nothing too drastic,
You know, just for a day.
To live in someone else's shoes
Just to know you wouldn't--
wouldn't have to wake everyday
Remembering the days before.
I don't want everyday,
To have to be me.
Somebody please, release me.
Mama
Hold back when you're hurtin'
My mama always said.
She always held back--
Until she was dead.
She died of a broken heart
That I never knew of
She believed denying it
Could preserve the love.
When the love was gone,
She smiled when she cried,
Still no one knew about it,
Until they read her journal when she died
Mama didn't wanna die,
For mama always said,
"I'd rather be alive,
Than end up dead."
Mama this poem's for you,
Let you know every one lets it out--
Some say hurts quiet,
Others have to shout.
Painted Horses
Painted horses play the game,
Up, down, stay the same.
The circle game made to play
Painted smiles made to stay.
Never show the hollowness,
Never show the emptiness.
Smiling children ride the horse,
Riding on the circle course.
Children forced to play the game
Up, down, stay the same.
You can't change the circle course--
You're riding the painted horse.
A Painless Death
A painless death is what I wish,
I just can't deal with it.
A painless death is what I ask,
I'm in a bottomless pit.
A painless death is what I want,
Too, too much pain.
A painless death is what I need
There can be nothing to gain.
A painless death is what I crave,
I cannot continue this way.
A painless death is what I obsess
I've finished with the play.
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