July 2018
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Luck and Faith
There is a time for luck and faith. There is a time for greed and wealth. There is a time for the local economy. There
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Letters to the Mind: Death
Dear Death, How many times do you need to wish you were dead? To bash your head into the wall, and wait for that sweet
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The Lamb of the Slaughter
Ben Lamb, Ben Lamb, Find your way to cure them. Abhorrent and rotten, is what’s left of our skin. From the deepest of oceans. To
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Oceana
http://lifeofadyingpoet.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/Oceana.mp4 Oceana released as a poem on 9/25/11 It became a song and is also inspiration for a short story or novel that I have
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Stinging Green
You make me love like stinging green. Try to hold on to what you need. I can’t stop or I’ll never know. I need this
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The Garden Of Pneuma
In the garden of Pneuma. Monsters search for, all the weakest, links in sight. Fire and brimstone, run the halls. Of what the, people did
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Parturition
War. War with one. War with everything you compromise. To see through your blue eyes. Time. Time is done. The moment you can’t count time.
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Tiny Spaces
http://lifeofadyingpoet.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/06/Tiny-Spaces-.mov The Poem Tiny Spaces came out on 4/10/12 But did you know I made it into a song? Here are the lyrics and with
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A Million Suns
I, remember of a time, of when the people, played and danced so gracefully, they forgot the moments, of which they wished they died. Truth, is
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New You
It’s times like these. Quenching a revolution. It sounds like these. New yet? I hardly knew you. Time to Jump up into the sea, on
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Without Her
Here without her, is a man, without concious. Counting the days, As the time, passes by. Waiting for her, Is a man, Without progress. I
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Cause We All Die
My whole body, Oh so tired. Oh these feet have traveled so far. Children get older and disappear, life has, become everything I fear. Mouth
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Ghost of the Sun
I’ve been waiting now, searching for, Something a little more. Finally, you caught up with me, as im sitting in the trees. But wait there
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We Are All Monster to the End
http://lifeofadyingpoet.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/06/We-Are-All-Monsters-To-The-End.mp4 We Are All Monsters To The End became a post on 1/26/11. It became a song shortly after. There are two versions. One with
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Geoden’s Whistle
Oh, will you listen? The maker needs Geoden’s whistle. Oh, they have risen. There playing on Geoden’s whistle. There is a thing, make it
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Good Blood
People all around me, break the teeth, hear them shatter. Hear the sweet sweet feeling, like living in Tahiti. The good, good blood, it tastes
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Pinstripes
I hear now that you’re listening. I hear now that you’re missing me. Somethings not right, when the voices are low. Somethings not right. The
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Living the Life?
http://lifeofadyingpoet.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/06/Living-the-Life.mp4 Living The Life life was originally posted on 6/20/11. I made it into a song shortly after and this is as far as I