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Enter The Poet - Installing LEDs

We are all lonely and sad; some just hide it better, and with more money.

Enter The Poet - Ruling Justice

If you do not capture the moment; someone else will capture it from you.

Enter The Poet - Avoiding Mosquitoes

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The Road of Reason Show me the Road of Reason; where voices speak only truth Give me the evidence of its existence; and all of the proof Why are your desires so more valiant, than all of mine I question what you call "equality"; for you, nothing's divine What "God" do you serve; what guides your course and pace You strive for money and possessions; and what they make you face Then if your course be true; why can't you do or see All of the things which I can view; and partake for free You say nothing is truly right or wrong; it's simply a choice What is wrong with my conclusions; are they in error, because they are not your voice I simply choose to have more clarity; a right or a wrong An ability to put things in an order; A place where things might belong In this, I may have a mark to arbitrate my way; such as a compass in hand A measure to determine a direction of travel; to distinguish where things stand Show me the Road of Reason; where voices speak...

Enter The Poet - With Street Cred

Do people respect you for who you are, or fear you for what you might do? Revenge is not needed for respect.

Enter The Poet - Earning The Pen

This Night Not Wasted Into the night I walked silently; and quite alone Failed moments for this have passed; them I now atone To bathe in her reflected beams; as they bounce on my skin As cool liquid engulfs my weary flesh; to leave would do me in How I've dreamt of these nights; simply yearning this embrace The breeze cool, the ocean warm; a mist of salt dusts my face Yes I desire to share these times; yet I must be selfish For this has been an unceasing passion; an never-ending wish Now I stand here; as waves lick against night darkened sand Given this quiet freedom, I relax; and time does not call or demand So into the night I walked... silently... alone... al brown

Enter The Poet - Showing Virtue

As Deep As I Go Alone am I, in green woods, so deep Peaceful and quiet as I lay to sleep The stars brightly shine in failing sunlight Visible in the afternoon of this rogue night Angry, I've not achieved glory or fame Sad, I probably lost my good name So very tired but still motivated to win Can't rest to be a failure, never giving in The future is past, and the past is so near Or, is the future to reach, and the past so dear I'm not quite sure, though I desire to be Sure of my dreams and what I crave to see Peaceful and quiet as I lay to sleep Alone am I, in green woods, so....shallow al brown

Enter The Poet - Optimized For Speed

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Early In The Eve In the darkness she held my hand And moved my soul to a foreign land Walking the beach by pale moonlight Hugging and kissing in the warm night Holding each other pushing fears away Wanting no change only wishing to stay In the darkness she held my hand And moved my soul to a foreign land Strolling through the park early in the eve Love so strong finding it hard to believe Expressing emotions held for so long Amazingly sweet unrepentantly strong In the darkness she held my hand And moved my soul to a foreign land al brown

Enter The Poet - Without A Suit

To share an idea with someone is grand; to have someone acknowledge your idea, is wondrous.

Enter The Poet - Out Of Mind

To express an idea is a great thing; to share an idea, with someone, is grand.

Enter The Poet - Writing Rose Red

Simply being contrary does not make your option a better one.

Enter The Poet - In Dry Heat

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Often I choose to do the best, and often I've felt alone in the choice.

Enter The Poet - In Ultra Violet

New people, new places, but old thoughts.

Enter The Poet - Greatly Acknowledged

Sometimes I feel that some people know more about others, than they know about themselves.

Enter The Poet - In Mundane Terms

Today is the last time, that you can change this moment; tomorrow, it will be yesterday, and you cannot change the past.

Enter The Poet - Reaching For Recovery

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To make people follow you, can make one feel great. How much greater are you, if they follow of their own accord?

Enter The Poet - Looking For Hope

I have sought for things to enjoy, and found none; except for time, and of which, I have very little.

Enter The Poet - Molding To Freedom

Living day to day, is nothing like simply living in the day.

Enter The Poet - Questioning Mostly Everything

There is nothing more heartwarming than feeling welcome.

Enter The Poet - Paging The Scribe

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Life is a poem; one, written by our actions.

Enter The Poet - Dreaming Of Soft Whispers

A life is a great thing to plan; an even better thing to live.

Enter The Poet - Whispering Soft Dreams

A day is a good thing to plan; an even better thing to live.

Enter The Poet - Once In A Lifetime

I once had a life long friend; the friendship lasted long, but not for a life.

Enter The Poet - Beyond Today

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Cascading memories, cascading over the edge of reasoned thought, falling softly into the deep pool of sorrow; passing slowly by within the stream of time.

Enter The Poet - Knowing Both Paths

Some verbally express, while others physically perform; it is expedient that we do both.

Enter The Poet - Hearing Untrue Words

Punishment for things that you have done is demoralizing; and, in life, it does happen, and deserved. Nevertheless, sometimes, I find that I am even subject to punishment, for things, of which, I am not even aware.

Enter The Poet - Passing A Judgement On Self

I understand, deep, dark, and unrelenting sorrow; far too well.

Enter The Poet - Passing Another Exit

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The only thing I ever seem to learn, in life, about opportunities; is how many there are, and how I already missed them.

Enter The Poet - Trying To Follow

It's better to speculate on the idea of being unknown; then to learn, how well, you are truly unknown.

Enter The Poet - Owning To A Memory

It's just as hard to find the right people to listen, as it is, to find the right things to say.

Enter The Poet - Checking His Pocket Watch

After checking the time; I often tire of having to determine, how much time I have left, to live this segment of life.