Item 39
A child cloned by her environment
loose leaf, teal/blue ink - stands out visually
- Why it matters
- Tom writes this
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Tom writes this
- Published in
- ON THE 34 ALBUMSDefinitely Not Love [S6] · as the song HALF TOLDmatched on the words: three or more seven-word runs shared with that song
IN A BOOKPoems By Tom (2007)
200 Poems Waiting For Music (2013)
Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
180 Good Poems (2012)
Shorter Lyrics (2013)
A Lifetime Of Rhyme (2020)
The 714-Page Book (2012)
The Laima Dedication Anthology (2011)
Finished Song Lyrics (2011) - Age when written
- written by age 29 at the latestdated from the earliest book it appears in - the sheet itself may be older
Price · Tier · Tom fills these
The words on this page
A child cloned by her environment
Told what to do without ever trying it
When second thoughts appeared she never paid it any mind
Blocking out all memory while walking her straight line
lonly Hearts and lonly solos break lose from
fairs that Fall. Over Coming Asiticals and
Difficulties still we cry for more.
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2 aot Thoughts on life...
See-Saw
swing, swing, swing
see-saw
swing, swing
up then down
smile then frown
lefts and rights and wrongs
and thoughts then words
then poems then songs
sun up, sun set
fantasy and regret
heaven & hell
to know and tell
to say and do
to lie to be true
to fight and lose
to fight and win
to fight and call a truce
to end just to begin
to ride the see-saw
to fall off then try again
to hide the see saw
to love to sin
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I just got off the phone with a girl, she still loves me,
I lost her fire but shes flown back to me,
she's the best I've seen, I wrote her a letter,
But we can't get together til I get better,
It is a slower process so I'll take it step by step,
That we'll find ourselves together is your safest bet,
I get lonely in the basement when you dream alone,
so many choices can rinse your life down the drain.
Behind door number one - could be an angel in disguise
Door number two - your biggest surprise
Behind door number three - filled with crooks and lies,
you're behind number four, I can see it in your eyes,
I should turn the key so you can showme the way.
If you cost money - then gladly I'll pay.
I've got to stop this livin goin day to day.
When everythings said and done this is the price I pay.
You gotta turn the next page, start over again,
sort out your acquaintances and weed out your friends.
It's hard to see when the smoke fills your eyes,
Hard to know whats right in a world full of lies.
pure
Through trial and error you'll find yourself, and
Discover the people who you cant live without
I've found them all and but one's been misplaced
She'd behind the floor I caught a glimpse of her face!
She cries "let me out" or let yourself in
I'd love to show her heaven and shield her from sin.
She might have to wait cause of the shape I'm in.
But once I get it together we'll be family again.
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I am not a macho man
you know, I write poetry
I hang around with mostly women
Don't worry, it dont rub off on me
I am a guy
a real man's man
handy round the house
who can do it?
I can.
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grow
I've come along, long way the last couple
of years
I've faught my share of deamons
until they finally disappeared
Finally as I look now the coast is clear
I know its time to start but I don't know where...
-to go
I don't know
-What to do?
I don't know
What type of seeds I'm gonna sew
I don't know
I just haven't gotta clue of what to do
I've penned a many sad, sad songs
And shed a few tears
I've had my share of lovers
who've all seemed to disappear
To Each one true to each one dear
But the burden of it all was too much to bear
For you know
I don't know
what to do
I don't know I just haven't got a clue
I'm still looking for the perfect hole in which my
But I don't know seeds can grow
That not just any old hole will do
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So many things I long to tell you
So many words I've yet to say
And I know how much you hurt inside
But it gets a little better everyday
Where do you look to find salvation?
Is it of this world or on high?
Do you seek to escape starvation of the mind
Livin' in reality? Livin' in a lie?
A mind scatters, she blinks her eyes
Torn and tattered, to no one's surprize
Will it get better
Or unravel like a sweater?
Only one is to say
And she's day to day