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Mr. Drew

Once there was a man named Drew
His name was not Ted or Fred
His name was Mr. Drew, mind you
He worked at a bank, good work for his age
He worked every day, from nine until noon
Three hours a day
That’s all he would work
That’s all they’d require
For the work was a quirk
So from nine till noon on each day anointed
Mr. Drew would work
With clients who were appointed
He’d talk with a smirk
As they asked for their loans
Never once thinking
Of how he was utterly alone
He’d stamp and approve
And file those papers
He’d stamp and he’d fume
As they requested those favors
It was all business
No time for play
For even after hours
He’d work all day
He would hit the hay late
For he worked till exhausted
For to him, this was his fate
To live with his heart vaulted
Then one day
With his agnostic heart frosted
A tall blonde walked in
And in that moment, his heart melted
There was no skepticism
There was no fear
For in beauty he saw
His drab life made clear
So this a love story
About a man named Drew
His name was not Ted or Fred
That was the name of his two sons, mind you
He worked at a bank, good work for his age
He worked every day, from nine until noon
And with each long day
As he stamped and approved
He’d return to his wife
And say “I love you”
He’d give her a kiss as she told him of her day
And he’d pat the boys on the head
And this is what he would say
“My boys of which I am proud
Without your mother,
I’d stand here in a shroud.
I’d be lost, with nowhere to go.
But because of my family,
I am not alone
You are my happiness,
my strength and my joy
You are my pride
You are my boys
Now I want you to remember
When life gets you down
That life isn’t a game of numbers
Thinking that way will give a breakdown
Life isn’t a mystery, either
It’s actually quite simple
For when I was lost and an unbeliever
I met someone whose smiles had dimples
It’s about who you meet
It isn’t about what you do
It’s about your heartbeat
When you say “I love you.”

P.S.- The mother smiled in response
She also cried

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End Time Zone

There is no world beyond that ledge
There is no rest for you
There is no place to rest your head
There is no morning dew
If you step off
There is no end
Your life won’t stop
The road will just bend
It will curve and twist and narrow and tighten
It will snake and turn and it will not lighten
Just as a tree that grows everlasting
You will continue to grow, undying
For in death we find that there is no end
Only is there an edge
An edge that effectively separates
The living from the dead
So don’t turn back
By all means
Take that leap of faith
I’m sure you’ll find a path to follow
I’m sure you’ll know which route to take
But if you jump and cross that line
Into that realm unknown
To your horror, you just might find
The truth of end time zone
Maybe in death, you’ll finally see
That death doesn’t happen to you
It happens to me

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Mr. Lolly

Hello, my name is Mr. Lolly
And I am the bee’s knees as they so say
I have a daughter, her name is Molly
And she is more beautiful than a summer’s day
Together we live on Park Avenue
But sometimes we like to get away
For life is like one great preview
Of the times we miss when we’re afraid
So together we venture off
Into a world unknown
Hoping that we just might fall off
The world that we’ve disowned
We’ve searched for the edge of the earth
And have yet to see where it ends
All we’ve witnessed is the birth
Of a reality that warps and bends
So together we continue on
Not sure of what we’ll find
But in the end, we hope
To find the freedom of mankind

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Murmur Head

Don’t leave me alone with my thoughts
They’ll bite me, rip and shred
Don’t leave me alone with my thoughts
They’ll murmur till I’m dead
For a story is trapped
In this hurt, lonely head
A story of two
One of which died in the end
It is in this narrative
That I find the spawn
Of the insanity I proclaimed
Until my heart was gone
I watched the world turn
As new days came to dawn
Though dead eyes I saw this
As my smile was just a con
In my mind, a loop plays back
A loop that imitates the old me
Before my heart went black
Now there is nothing
Where my heart once resided
Only are there thoughts
Of a life unrequited
So don’t leave me alone with my thoughts
They murmur in the dark
They talk of what I lost
And how I once had a certain spark
They eat my very existence
My livelihood, my hope
They rise up in resistance
So that even in the light, I grope
Don’t leave me alone with them
I beg of you, I plead
Don’t let me speak with them
Please make this heart to bleed
I have nothing with which to repay you
I am so very poor with no money
Not even love I can give you
For she was not the one to die, it was me

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The Flower

She’s a friend to those in need
But where it concerns me?
Well that’s a different story
Through her eyes, I remain just as all the others
But through my view infected, she’s my beautiful flower
This view is a seed from long ago
A seed she planted in my heart, although
It was not her alone who cultivated that garden
But alas! I destroyed it
For my heart became hardened
There is no cure
No way to go back
No way to manicure
The flower I attacked
What once grew between us
Became a wall, a plaque
A reward that reminds me
To keep my pain on track
She once knew my mind
But no longer is this so
For my mind has been hardened
Just like my heart from long ago
This burden I bear
Is a fate so dear
For it is all I have left
Of that love that ended in tears

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The Time Keeper

The world has turned sour
But just in my eyes
For upon love I scour
And hate I emphasize
I am the time keeper
The keeper of time
I empower the reaper
And comprise your every goodbye
I look over your sorrows
And coldly pass you by
For it is not my position
To comfort you when you cry
I once heard somewhere
That the Lord will provide
Don’t be so sure
As time does not edify
In the book, it is written
That there shall be an end to my kind
But in another book I see
My power fortified
Many think I am all knowing
This is not true, I know not
What will happen in the end
Or if the end is for naught
I do not see forward
As some would suggest
I only see backward
As that is all I can digest
I do not know your fortune
Merely what you’ve done
I do not see the world end
I can’t predict for anyone
The world is not my oyster
Its inhabitants are not my slaves
For I am not the foiler
I am merely the one who counts the days
So the world has turned sour
But just in my eyes
For the years I devour
While innocency dies
Upon love I scour
And hate I emphasize
For time serves no man
Because no man would ever love time