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Steven J. Schmelz USA pale strains of hope
I cant make this right
turn a lie toward the sky
I can walk into the night
see all my life as a lie
see all that I miss
burn beauty into my mind
a promise that was a kiss
who is there to find?
this life, this earth, this light
turn toward a moment
of fortune in this long night
longing for the moment
no, it is cold and dark
it will forever be
pale strains of hope
hold all the lie that is me
what feeble flame remains
Fleeting fires burnt
a whim's moment remembered
his passion lost
a coin held close
glancing back, prism of fools
old men and women huddle
what have we learned?
hold better what feeble flame remains
a last poem
if i fell now,
a ghost forever
a moment to feel
just a notion for you
what isn't, what is
faint light recesses
stand toward the cold,
bitter breeze in dark
rejected by knowing
soothed in this last moment
Punk Country rock
getting it right in rap a wonderful life, reported Hollywood has its vision Knows what is right what's wrong
Hate Bush, the academy says yes 80,000 people show up pay $74 to screw the marine No different than 1968
What have we learned? Jeans and jeeps to buy The rif at its height talent speaks to us all
You want change? open a door for a punk open your heart for your neighbor kiss your little girl good night.
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