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Hold On
Hold on to when we were young
To be true to the songs that we sung
Hold on to those that we love
And to God up above
For it's the only way for me and you
To possible get through
This world of misery
And finally have a way to be set free

Heaven
Heaven is a place on Earth
Where you see what your life is worth
Where you find your place among creation
A Place where you rest in eternal appreciation
Heaven is with the animals living together
Heaven is a good walk in fair weather
Heaven is the music playing in your head
Heaven is the comfort of your bed
Heaven is finding the good of humanity
Heaven is finding a little piece of sanity
Heaven can be a place we make
If you choose to partake

Evolution Of Creation
Working with my nose to the grindstone
Trying to make my mark on a milestone
Create something that I can call my own
Just to kill all this time I'm alone
I'll take the pain of my bleeding heart
And use it to paint my literary art
Fire off another revolution to start
Selling out my ethics in a shopping cart

Poetry Post 125

Poverty Injustice
The world seems so unfair
When you look around a world that doesn't care
That a billion go to bed with stomachs bare
But there are a million products for Valley Girl hair
Psychologists, politicians and Hollywood are just examples of an emotional whore
They will care more for those who pay more
But the homeless can't afford their inherit rights
Because no one gives a crap about their plights

Revolution
You can take my gun, my money, my microphone
You can deport, arrest or just leave me alone
You can burn and destroy everything I own
But as long as I have my voice I will make things known
Expose the things that won't get shown
Lincoln, Marx, Gandhi and King taught us revolution's eternal
Burning from our passions internal
Built on convictions we hold personal
That we hold before anything national
Faith in logic not the pathos to lead us to the rational

Columbine
I lived through Columbine
I saw myself walking a thin line
I was a white boy living outside the majority
A demograph stereotyped to be a neo-Nazi
I was an outspoken wallflower
Living without power
Although violence I shun
Others feared I'd hide behind a gun
But I don't scapegoat my lot
And I am not a bigot
I don't look to be a death sentence judge
On others I shouldn't hold a grudge
Whether you're black, red, yellow or white
I don't want to fight
But I stand by my will
I'm outspoken still
My belief is my word
And it shall be my only sword
With which to change worlds of each mind
To preach to love all mankind

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Support Group
So you say the world has too little to offer you
Love and pleasure is all too few
And there's little that we can do
Well sometimes I feel that way too
So you say this wasted world will never know
Of the love it could show
And from this filth it would never grow
Well I feel that way also
The load is off my mind
I never thought I'd find
Or that there ever could be
Someone who feels just like me

School Importance
At school I walk down a lonely hall
Sports figures and trophies shelved on the wall
No credit to the kids who want to learn
Those popular kids' education isn't their concern
All the kids do is party all night and play all day
No place for outcasts like me
Kids not searching for enlightenment but popularity
All artisticness and creativity has perished
Clothes, parties, dates is all the cherish
Nothing left for me here so I must go on my way

Foolish Questions
People ask why am I in pain all the time
As if being a victim was a crime
And no one asks if they could offer a hand
They just leave me behind in an emotionally deserted land
People ask me why am I so strange
They always ask me to change
They don't understand I just have a different way
To carry me through each aching day
People ask me why do I stay here when I have no importance to anybody
Well I'd say I am here I am important to me and just like you I am somebody
But these foolish questions shouldn't bother me
The people who ask don't know how to be socially free

The Monkees (film) Scene XVI

(Davy in Davy's room on his cell phone)
Davy: So there is no hope of us getting back together Joan?
Joan: Not after what you did.
Davy: I see (dials another number) hey Donna it's me Davy Jones
Donna: Davy hey I hope this isn't a case of drunk dialing.
Davy: No I'm sober.
Donna: And this isn't a booty call?
Davy: Not quite. I'm looking back on my life looking to see if I missed my soul mate.
Donna: Well you weren't looking for a soul mate when we went out.
Davy: I know but...
Donna: Look I hope I'm not your last call just because well I'm married.
Davy: Since when?
Donna: It was about nine months after we broke up.
Davy: That must have been a quick courtship.
Donna: Sort of, I knew the guy as a friend before we even dated, maybe you should not call ex girlfriends but just friends who are girls.
Davy: I don't really have any.
Donna: Why?
Davy: I don't know.
Donna: Well okay bye.
Davy: Bye (dials another number) Hello Lucy?
Lucy: Hey Davy what's going on?
Davy: I just wanted to call to ask you out.
Lucy: I thought you weren't looking for a serious relationship?
Davy: Not then why?
Lucy: Well I already have two boyfriends.
Davy: Who?
Lucy: George and Eric.
Davy: Who?
Lucy: They're guitarists from different bands.
Davy: So you don't want to settle down.
Lucy: I tried that with George but neither of us wanted marriage in the end.
Davy: Okay fine (dials another number) Sandra how are you?
Sandra: What's going on it's one o clock?
Davy: Sorry I just wanted to get in touch and see if you want to get back?
Sandra: Not really interested we broke up two years ago when you thought you could do better and I'm just getting over the rejection.
Davy: Well I'm truly sorry I'm not quite aware of how rude I can be with women and I'm getting to regret it the more I look back at it.
Sandra: I hoped you would.
Davy: Well you should be happy that I'm not (hangs up) (Song; A Man Without A Dream)
With the music of life
My soul is out of tune
And I feel like I'm growing old
Much too soon
My love I just couldn't compare
And the key to my happiness
I let slip away
Now I'm a man without a dream
I've got a heart that has no home
All my senses are numb
Loosing you I've become
A man without a dream
Instead of striving to reach my goals in life
I got distracted with mean, endless games
For just an illusion I traded love that was real
Now my eyes cannot see and my heart cannot feel
Now I'm a man without a dream
I've got a heart that has no home
All my senses are numb
Loosing you I've become
A man without a dream
Sometimes I think I'm a prisoner of fate
Doomed to find out things a little too late
And so I must play this broken man's roll
Unless you come home girl
And bring back my soul
Now I'm a man without a dream
I've got a heart that has no home
All my senses are numb
Loosing you I've become
A man without a dream
Without a dream...