Poems from mike.west44

Bring yourself to the edge of the cliff, waves thrashing your ship higher and higher towards the sky,Oh, Mariner, let the little voice in...
It's the drink of men, past, and legend,oh, it's the drink of holy heaven.It's the drink that's wedded ol' men and babes,oh, its the drink...
The place where young children used to play,no longer a land full of babes,in the dark they walked off,grown up and old and cold and gone....
Why are we ok with the world where the minority is looked down upon; where the vocals are hushed; where those two men aren't allowed to...
Babe, don't mind the tears,it's just the rain built up over the years.Inside me are some dark storm clouds,a past that howls something loud...

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