“Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life.”
— William Hazlitt
Cemetery Song
A dance in the darkness, a chilly moonlit night
A cemetery of ghosts, parades of past life
Melodies of loneliness, songs they shall sing
Hearts that still beat, if only in dreams
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Inside Out
Is it all that it was meant to be, or is already was…
Did I really get this far, when things were already done…
I recall the light shining, in the middle of the night…
Wishing that the screams inside, would come out into sight
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The House Across the Street
The house across the street, oh it does hold a spell
For those that have survived there, speak but don't tell
From others I've heard macabre stories, it's horror and hell
Witnessed, I have, the downfall of things that didn't end well
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Time, Sweet Time
We have time, nothing but time…
Our years are young, nothing but time…
Days we rise, future bright in our eyes…
Breath by deep breath, future bright in our eyes
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The Stranger
Late is the hour, a serene night of reading inside
Jump to my feet, a witness to a movement of surprise
Slowly transcending my room of three candles lit
A fateful glance out my window, didn't well sit
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Time, Sweet Time
We have time, nothing but time…
Our years are young, nothing but time…
Days we rise, future bright in our eyes…
Breath by deep breath, future bright in our eyes
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