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Spousal Loss
02:15
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You lie awake to pass the time
Lose all your love? Want some of mine?
Let down again by the hands of God?
Got none to hold? I’ll give you mine,
And my soul.
It’s hard to break this gloom when hearts break in two
And hid away, to keep safe from the light of day.
Can’t feel the pass of time,
Or any warmth above,
Or the sun’s light,
Then here’s a son’s love:
All your loss of love just leave it on me.
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Poem You
02:08
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Talk to your ghost.
Sleep with your clothes.
I’ll take whatever’s left
In the waste of you death.
But in case you come I left the light on
Bright enough to see from stars
Find me in the bedroom corner
Writing verses of shattered hearts
To ease missing you,
And the stinging too,
Of seeing blue poem you
Come home, lights on,
Cause I’m missing you,
And it’s stinging too
To see a blue poem you
Come home, the lights on
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USMA
02:18
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Stand in wind,
U.S.M.A
Above a grave with your name
I stay. I shake. I age, and I wait
For the hands I used to call my home.
Lean on trees just like a shoulder
See you in young West Point soldiers.
Yeah I’ll wait right here as I get older
Cause the weight’s right here all on my shoulders…
The weight of love: Forever gone, like the chest
I leaned on and on and on and on and on…
But I’ll wait on your shoulders
Wait right here as I get older cause the weights right here
All on my shoulders
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Tidal Waves
02:08
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Death strikes at night when I’m low: my soul, hollow.
Light of: long gone and unknown, undone, unwhole
Memories of your face like tidal waves
Of your non stop pounding love
Now in a race to the grave
To embrace the one I truly loved.
Don’t think I can know you. My blue, cold gloom
Has me forever consumed with doom in my room
Memories of your face like tidal waves
Of your non stop pounding love
Now in a race to the grave
To embrace the one I truly loved.
It’s to relate when you’re on your own
It’s to awake when you do it alone
Its hard to believe, when the day is long
And the one you love is forever gone
It’s had to relate
It’s hard to believe
It’s hard to re-love
I’ll come out if you’ll come home.
Come out, come out.
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Head Hands
02:13
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How long will I feel this way?
How long will I think this way?
How long will I sleep this way?
Turn in moonlight. Burn in sunlight.
How long will I kneel? How long?
Until I hear you:
Fire October
Ire November
Ice December
Pain on Monday through Sunday and over and over
With my head in my hands
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Rejoice
01:47
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Rejoice - But how long?
Rejoice - But how come?
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Lay Low
02:46
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In a wasteland of adolescence
I can feel the grievance
Of a youth spent on the wrong kid
Who never knew the meaning
To live a life in the now, or
Hold on to friends, somehow
Now shivering. Now singing
About the chill of youth leaving
So-
Lay low: when they seem cold
Lay low: when you see them go
Lay Low: to their fields of gold
Watch your kids grow - see them leave home
In a breeze without ease, feel your throat choke
Watch your friends go - see your hair grow
Black to grey in a day and see yourself old
Its too much for me
I gotta lay low
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8. |
My World
02:36
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All you colored shirts hang just as you had left
And you office door’s closed, just as you had said.
All your Dylan tapes stay unplayed and go untouched
And your poetry books are closed and collecting dust.
“Throw it away”, so they tell me, “to help with the hurt”.
Not for my world.
Their grass dries, and moons rise, and clocks tick, and sun’s lit,
On this earth, not my world.
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04/17/70
02:27
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Jane Barry Flynn, on March 17th, 2017 - retelling the
Story of Richard Joseph Flynn’s return to the United States
From active duty in the Vietnam War on April 17th of 1970.
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Widow in the Sunlight
03:34
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Wake up with pillows
Try work. Drive home.
May everything you lose come to find you
In sunlight, moonlight, this life, next life.
In the dark night, when the long life,
Comes to grip tight, may it all fid you -
A love that was blind and love without time -
May it all find you
In sunlight, moonlight, this life, next life.
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