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    Liberty and Equality

    Say it in French, my brother said
    Liberté et égalité, I chimed
    I have found liberty and I have experienced equality.
    This will last and this will be forever
    No pie in the sky, its not a pipe dream and its not a lie
    I have found Equality and Liberty
    Égalite et Liberté
    I am a Joint-heir with Christ.-Égalite.
    I am free in His grace and presence- Liberté
    His Word confirms this, His love ensure this and His spirit enforces this.
    I am blessed, secure and proud.
    Liberté et Égalité.
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  • scrallscripts 29w

    Sell It Cheap

    Sell them cheap
    For they have been already weighed and found wanting
    Sell them cheap
    They are worthless, ill fitting and cumbersome.
    Sell them, your dark and messy emotions
    Sell them, for they would only weigh you down.
    Sell them cheap, these ship sinking emotions
    Let them walk the plank.
    Sell the angst
    Sell the guilt
    Sell the pain
    Remember to sell them cheap

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  • scrallscripts 40w

    Do you want my truth?

    Do you want my truth?
    Do you care to know it?
    This is it.
    I have read a hundred thousand stories
    Some on weekends and some on Mondays
    These stories, characters and all
    Fly like black bats in the cave that is mind
    They flutter and screech and I cannot help but to be aware of them.
    My plan is to trap the right ones
    I plan to catch them before they make me mad.
    I plan to catch them before I become them.
    In this grand way of wasting time, running around in my head
    I realize I am writing my story. Word for word, a rhythm to this madness
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  • scrallscripts 43w

    My Father

    I had a father
    And I lost him
    Not like a pen or a 50 pesewas coin
    Those things can be found or better yet replaced.
    I lost him and now I cannot find him
    I miss my father, I miss him well
    I miss him, not like an exit on the motorway.
    I miss him like a sore tooth I don't want to pull out..
    Remind me why won't you, that I had a father and I lost him.
    Happy Father's Day Dad.
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    No pressure

    Pressure mounts with every thought, word and feeling.
    Pressure mounts with time.
    Pressure mounts with every doubt, with what seems right and every face beaming,
    Telling you no pressure right on time.
    It's pressure. It's pressure.
    Set to a timer and ready to blow.
    Hearts, livers and kidneys, pressure knows when it's your time to go.
    Pressure mounts with every thought, word and feeling.
    No pressure, no pressure always right on time.
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  • scrallscripts 44w

    The Barber's Content

    Do you think they wonder?
    Do you think they care?
    Do you think they smile and ask themselves
    If your recent haircut makes your head feel bare
    Do you think they point and nod
    When they see you pass
    Do you think they say to themselves
    It was I, it was I that gave him that cut
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  • scrallscripts 45w

    Locura

    My dear,
    Doubt is madness. Two faced madness
    It is madness that has not yet decided to be mad
    The to be or not to be.
    The this or the maybe that
    That vexation of the spirit.
    Its grows on you until you stop it or let something stop it.
    It won't go away by itself unless you shout it away
    Like a rabid dog needing a stick and stones
    It won't go away till you decide
    Till you decide you are done with being mad.
    Till you pick and choose and never look back
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  • scrallscripts 45w

    The voice

    A still quiet voice cuts through the babble
    Firm and so sure of itself
    That still small voice so capable of much more
    Is ever present in times of trouble
    This loud voice, this mad voice, this wild voice are also here contributing to the noise
    But this still small voice cuts through the babble, so subtle ever the voice of God
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  • scrallscripts 45w

    Sheep

    A frayed rope around its neck
    All the grass it can eat
    A simple idle look in its eyes
    A body that's just waiting to die
    Just waiting to die
    Just waiting to die
    Tied up and fed
    And just waiting to die
    No powerful sheep stories
    Just a tired patience
    And a body that's just waiting to die
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    Lightening and Thunder

    Come apart
    Bind your heart back together
    Come apart
    Hold it all together
    Over and over and over again
    That is what love is
    That is the lightening and thunder
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