Lynn Swan

one in twain yet marked on a blotted page clearly intact through the surface

 

crimes of passion stirring inside my brutal egg shelled head summon the dead

 

each of us goes through things another door bell tends to ring fat lady sings you see

 

Misery is coming apart at the seams the refrigerator is empty we are living on ample time

 

 

 

Cherish those days we used to frolic in a haze like a mouse stuck in its maze so behave

 

these are desolate times yet we settle for ill but faded rhymes the casualties are enormous

 

for a stated cause that's just plain atrocious there's a thrill in us all stand up ten feet all

 

Give me shelter give me peace stand in its relief head down to my feet stand to repeat

 

 

 

Is it safe to say that their is a way leave this cup of poison learn to rejoice in some dream

 

Cry me a river stand and deliver yet donn't call me late for dinner I'm still a giver

 

lines being drawn in the sand when to fully understand you can't keep sticking it to the man

 

Each human heart there's an opened door willing to be explored awe so much more

 

 

 

Look to the orphans and widows in their affliction go to a soup kitchen stand forgiving

 

There's so much we can do if we put our mind to it there's nothing to it Pharoah blew it

 

listen before you speak stand tall and teach grow fondly in the notion of grace

 

Spread out upon my Peyton Place long for a mistake to seal our fate just have to wait

 

 

 

We have fallen on tough times someone needs to break the mends it all depends

 

lay hold of your brother give them love to discover set in order fond memories

 

mix up the human chemistry choose instead to reach toward your dynasty nothing phony

 

got words that rhyme that words to heal someone said its no big deal but who are they

 

 

 

One day at a time sweet Jesus everybody needs us time is going by faster blaster

 

Remember the old boom box boogy down with the socks like the famed Scott Lerock

 

we shall stand on top never the bottom like the lonely days of Sodom keep your hats on

 

like Lynn Swan can't we ever get along and this is the end of this song

 

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I find your works interesting to read. You always seem to hit some notes with me.


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