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I wait for a date

with death



When I take

my last breath



And then end

the torment of life

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SheWolf85
15:06 Aug 21 2009

aren't we all? *sighz*

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“I wonder…

If I’ll ever show her this…”



I await your

presence dear

much as I do

my every breath



And though my

wait is long is long

I by far prefer

it to death itself.



You have been

the one who

was there, when

needed.



Yet knowing

there is another,

for you; I now

wait content

to know when

needed, you’ll

be there…

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RainingLove
03:39 May 05 2010

This speaks to me personally. Sighs.

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Blood trickled from the corner

of her mouth, which she wiped

with a finger, tipped with a long

red nail; and, licked at the liquid,

as he watched her enjoy his

gift of life, with dying eyes

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SheWolf85
15:07 Aug 21 2009

love this one.. :)

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One Planet

One Me

One You ~

“Urban Hippy,” or ~

(The shadow of four bars)





I’m an urban hippy

Stuck inside four walls

And…



The shadow of four bars

fills the far walls, as the sun falls;

And I’m sure I know each brick

of my little twelve by eight.



And I’m an urban hippy

Stuck inside four walls;

which hold me, and oppress me,

Eat me and depress me.



Yet my crime, to do time

Was selling the green.

And eighteen months

seems awfully mean!



I’m just an urban hippy

Stuck inside four walls.



Yet, as I’ve been told

You can’t always get

what you ask for…

On that I’m sold.



‘Coz I’m an urban hippy

stuck inside four walls.



Wishing, just wishing

I was out and about.

Ha! Fields of green and skies of blue:

I wonder do they mean the same to you?



‘Coz I’m an urban hippy

stuck inside four walls.







And I’m sitting on my bunk,

And I wish I were drunk,

as I stare at four walls

and a po –



‘Coz I’m an urban hippy

stuck inside four walls.



And I want a blue sky

and fields of green.

‘Coz I’m an urban hippy

stuck inside four walls.



But instead, I am here…

and I don’t have a beer –

and staring at me…

is four walls and a po.



‘Coz I’m an urban hippy

stuck inside four walls.



And oh, how I wish this life of mine

were out on video;

for then, I could press ‘fast forward’

eighteen moon (or so)



To next June… and an open gate

where I know…

my friends will wait.



‘Coz I’m an urban hippy

stuck inside four walls.



And instead though –

I just sit and stare,

at four walls and a po –

and… I picture the green and the blue.



‘Coz I’m an urban hippy

stuck inside four walls.







And as the shadow of four bars

fills the far walls… the sun falls,

and the walls come crashing in;

as I hear those keys in the lock…



And my heart my feeling,

my soul is on fire…





‘Coz I’m an urban hippy

stuck inside four walls:

and it’s all been a horrible shock.



‘Coz I am an urban hippy

Stuck inside four walls

Which hold me and oppress me

Eat me and depress me.



Eat me and depress me…

‘Coz I’m stuck inside four walls.

Stuck with the memories

Which continue to flow…



And just, stop… Pause… Rewind;

To a different place, a different time.



When in fields of green

‘neath skies of blue

We walked hand in hand…

Just, me and you.



And now I recall it all

The good and the bad;

And what makes me sad…

Is I don’t have…



fields of green and skies of blue.



‘Coz I am an urban hippy

Stuck inside four walls



So Stop… Pause… and Rewind;

To a different place, and

a different time:

A better place, a better rhyme.

‘Coz I’m an urban hippy

stuck inside four walls.



And I’m thinking of you… Fields of green ‘an skies of blue…

Ah, just picture the scene!

Can you?





Yet… instead I am here…

I’ve just got four walls,

and staring at me…

is those walls and a po.



… and I’m an urban hippy

and I wish this were just a video.



An I wanna know, just gotta know

Why is it that the memories that last, are the ones from the past?



While I’m wishing,

As you might,

For something, other than I’ve got.



And I’m just an urban hippy,

Stuck, inside four walls.



* * *

The Smokers Song



I’m forever spittin spew-tum,

I’m forever spittin spew-tum,

I’m forever spittin spew-tum…



I’m always swallowin… sal-iva,

always, swallowin… sal-iva…



And I’m forever… spittin spew-tum,

forever spittin spew-tum,

I’m forever spittin spew-tum…



It lands on the ground

with a resounding thud,

‘coz now, I’m spitting… blood.



And I’m… forever spittin spew-tum,

I’m forever spittin spew-tum,

I’m forever spittin spew-tum…



* * *



[Sung to the tune of-

I’m Forever Blowing Bubbles.]

suicide Road



Don't call me 'coz I'm not at home

left my message on the answer phone,

the blues came round to call on me

and they said they knew how to set me free.



Showed me a needle and put it in my hand

and said it would take me to a better land.

Said it would take all my troubles away,

and I'll never have to see another bad day.



No more worryin and no more cryin

No more stealin and no more lyin

No more waiting to catch the last bus,

No more hassles, no more fuss.



My eyes are open, but I still can't see

the deadly poison been given to me.

Lord, Please take my mind from this overload

And make sure I never walk down Suicide Road!