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Item 354
none (rotated)
notebook
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- Type
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- ON THE 34 ALBUMSSmirks, Swears, Moans and Cries [S17] · as the song SUNDAY MORNING SEXmatched on the words: three or more seven-word runs shared with that song
IN A BOOKPoems By Tom (2007)
The November 2024 Collection (2024)
Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
A Lifetime Of Rhyme (2020)
The 714-Page Book (2012)
The Laima Dedication Anthology (2011)
34 Albums, Books 1 and 2 (2026)
Revised 31 Albums With Index (2024) - Age when written
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Its the best stuff on earth but it's not made
by snapple
And to think Adam settled for an apple
Oops! you better pick up your fig leaf Eve
Just heard the voice of God say I think its
time to leave
You better leave the garden now you had
your fun
If Eve was a rib guess where the snake came
from
by snapple
And to think Adam settled for an apple
Oops! you better pick up your fig leaf Eve
Just heard the voice of God say I think its
time to leave
You better leave the garden now you had
your fun
If Eve was a rib guess where the snake came
from
Item 355
Dollar Bill Clinton has really got me annoyed
Lined notebook paper with three small sticky notes or paper slips attached along the left side.
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- IN A BOOKTom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014)
The 714-Page Book (2012)
The Laima Dedication Anthology (2011) - Age when written
- written by age 33 at the latestdated from the earliest book it appears in - the sheet itself may be older
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Dollar Bill Clinton has really got me annoyed / I smashed the board - Hey Bill you lose
Item 356
UNTITLED - first line: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Lined white loose-leaf notebook paper written on in black ink.
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- Tom writes thisthe old category list says: LOVE NOT MEANT TO BE (not checked by Tom)
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- ON THE 34 ALBUMSA Day at the Office [SL3] · as the song LOOKING FOR LOVEmatched on the words: three or more seven-word runs shared with that song
IN A BOOKPoems By Tom (2007)
The November 2024 Collection (2024)
180 Good Poems (2012)
Only The Best (2018)
A Lifetime Of Rhyme (2020)
The 714-Page Book (2012)
The Laima Dedication Anthology (2011)
34 Albums, Books 1 and 2 (2026)
Chomskian Poems (2011)
Brian Rainstorm Song Lyric Book (2014)
Finished Song Lyrics (2011)
Revised 31 Albums With Index (2024) - Age when written
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I've been looking for love in all the wrong places / I've been stabbed by a smile / And I blabbed like a child / Grabbed and thrown into the pile / Then tabbed and labelled and filed
Item 357
none (rotated; two-color black + blue)
Handwritten text in blue ink on a piece of lined notebook paper with some staining.
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THE hard stuff's in the freezer
The 30 packs are in the fridge
The troubles of the world are building
Which way to the bridge?
I've chosen some wrong selections
So don't ask me for any directions
I can only tell you where not to go
I can't explain the ways of the world
I can't show you where to dives for pearls
I guess there are just somethings you have to know
With the devil in disguise no telling what will arise
While turning many corners I've seen many faces and been taken by suprise
So now I keep my eyes peeled for angels while surrounded by sin
I can't tell you where I'm going I can only tell you where I've been
The 30 packs are in the fridge
The troubles of the world are building
Which way to the bridge?
I've chosen some wrong selections
So don't ask me for any directions
I can only tell you where not to go
I can't explain the ways of the world
I can't show you where to dives for pearls
I guess there are just somethings you have to know
With the devil in disguise no telling what will arise
While turning many corners I've seen many faces and been taken by suprise
So now I keep my eyes peeled for angels while surrounded by sin
I can't tell you where I'm going I can only tell you where I've been
Item 358
HOUSE OF PAIN (written as sub-note/reference at top) (+1 sheets: Beastie boys / House of Pain (2 pieces same number))
A piece of torn, lined notebook paper with three small, hand-drawn cards to the left.
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- ON THE 34 ALBUMSPartner to the Crime [S4] · as the song EMPTY BOTTLEmatched on the words: three or more seven-word runs shared with that song
IN A BOOKPoems By Tom (2007)
Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014) - Age when written
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House of pain.
Yeah I'm Irish, we're the best in the land
If you don't think so I'll slap you with my hand.
Don't mess with me or you'll be history
If you don't believe me step up and see
Cause when I cock my gun
You're all on the run
Sprayin down all you suckers is my idea of fun.
Down at your funeral your mom'll be crying
Don't step up to me cause then you're dyin'.
I heard about your girlfriend that she gets around,
She's been with all the guys all over town.
When she was done with me she said I'm #1
After I took her inside and had some fun.
If your mad at me step up and we'll fight
But as soon as I see ya I'll knock out your lights
My name is tom, I'm the toughest in the land
When your in your coffin you'll understand.
Yeah I'm Irish, we're the best in the land
If you don't think so I'll slap you with my hand.
Don't mess with me or you'll be history
If you don't believe me step up and see
Cause when I cock my gun
You're all on the run
Sprayin down all you suckers is my idea of fun.
Down at your funeral your mom'll be crying
Don't step up to me cause then you're dyin'.
I heard about your girlfriend that she gets around,
She's been with all the guys all over town.
When she was done with me she said I'm #1
After I took her inside and had some fun.
If your mad at me step up and we'll fight
But as soon as I see ya I'll knock out your lights
My name is tom, I'm the toughest in the land
When your in your coffin you'll understand.
Item 360
REAL FIRST POEM (red ink on NAPKIN laid beside poem on aged yellow paper)
What it is - Tom writes this
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Why am I lonely why am I sad
Why do I feel like everythings bad?
Oops, I started off wrong sounding like Dr. Seuss
If I go on like this I'll need a muse
My mind is spinning like a clock
My emotions run deep for Kristin Schoch
If God really likes me he'll cut me some slack,
If Kristins an angel then please take her back.
To me she is yet here she stays
Just what will I do in 70 days?
I'll need a car too far to bike
Lynnfield to New Hampshire is quite a hike.
MAINE
I'll think of that later, too much to bear
The message of my poem is I really care.
How long will I wait? To the bitter end
only 6 months said my psychic friend
Scorpio and Cancer; signs match real well
He actually prayed so
[?] be only time will tell.
orange
If you were mine I'd need no liquor or drug
for they'd be replaced with a kiss [?] and a hug
Why do I feel like everythings bad?
Oops, I started off wrong sounding like Dr. Seuss
If I go on like this I'll need a muse
My mind is spinning like a clock
My emotions run deep for Kristin Schoch
If God really likes me he'll cut me some slack,
If Kristins an angel then please take her back.
To me she is yet here she stays
Just what will I do in 70 days?
I'll need a car too far to bike
Lynnfield to New Hampshire is quite a hike.
MAINE
I'll think of that later, too much to bear
The message of my poem is I really care.
How long will I wait? To the bitter end
only 6 months said my psychic friend
Scorpio and Cancer; signs match real well
He actually prayed so
[?] be only time will tell.
orange
If you were mine I'd need no liquor or drug
for they'd be replaced with a kiss [?] and a hug
Item 362
REAL FIRST POEM (red ink on NAPKIN laid beside poem on aged yellow paper)
Handwritten on a folded paper napkin and a lined sheet of yellow-tinted notepaper.
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- Tom writes thison file: muse KRISTIN|MAINE
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I wake up to a cup of coffee
Yell at my girl to get up off me
She's been laying on my arm so long
My whole left side's asleep
So I drag myself to the edge of the bed
With both her arms fastened around my head
She never ever lets me go
Keeps saying she wants a little more lovin'
Yell at my girl to get up off me
She's been laying on my arm so long
My whole left side's asleep
So I drag myself to the edge of the bed
With both her arms fastened around my head
She never ever lets me go
Keeps saying she wants a little more lovin'
Item 363
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Lined white notebook paper written in blue ink.
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- ON THE 34 ALBUMSSheila Tequila [SL2] · as the song SANDCASTLESmatched on the words: three or more seven-word runs shared with that song
IN A BOOKPoems By Tom (2007)
The November 2024 Collection (2024)
180 Good Poems (2012)
Only The Best (2018)
The 714-Page Book (2012)
The Laima Dedication Anthology (2011)
34 Albums, Books 1 and 2 (2026)
Brian Rainstorm Song Lyric Book (2014)
Revised 31 Albums With Index (2024) - Age when written
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With you I'm ten feet tall and the world seems so small
I'm up so high who will catch me when I fall?
I'm up so high who will catch me when I fall?
Item 364
none (rotated)
A lined sheet of white loose-leaf notebook paper written in black ink.
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- IN A BOOK200 Poems Waiting For Music (2013)
The November 2024 Collection (2024)
Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014)
180 Good Poems (2012)
Only The Best (2018)
A Lifetime Of Rhyme (2020)
The 714-Page Book (2012)
The Laima Dedication Anthology (2011)
34 Albums, Books 1 and 2 (2026)
Revised 31 Albums With Index (2024) - Age when written
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When its time to sink or swim its already too late
Bubbles float up the water I'm at the bottom of the lake
You look at me in confusion from your eye drops a tear
You offer your hand but I think its better down here
Don't call for a rescue whatever you do
I jumped in the water to free myself from you
The boulder shackled to my ankle
Has become my best friend
We'll stay down here
Until the very end
For as heavy as my new friend is
He's just a feather compared to you
Bubbles float up the water I'm at the bottom of the lake
You look at me in confusion from your eye drops a tear
You offer your hand but I think its better down here
Don't call for a rescue whatever you do
I jumped in the water to free myself from you
The boulder shackled to my ankle
Has become my best friend
We'll stay down here
Until the very end
For as heavy as my new friend is
He's just a feather compared to you
Item 365
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Handwritten text on a white sheet of paper.
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- PREVIOUSLY UNPUBLISHEDSearched against the 34 albums, every book and Poems By Tom - found in none of them
- Age when written
- written by age 33 at the latestdated from the earliest book it appears in - the sheet itself may be older
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- 2 in the catalogue · also written out as number 563matched on the words by machine - Tom confirms
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The truth of life {struck: at} must be learned
I'm realizing it now {struck: as} {struck: while} your picture burns
Learning hate has taken years
Befriending sadness has cost me tears
As a blackened eye weeps
A young child sleeps
Dreaming of a future where {struck: all} {struck: the} colors don't blend
for when that happens you're left with black in the end.
I'm realizing it now {struck: as} {struck: while} your picture burns
Learning hate has taken years
Befriending sadness has cost me tears
As a blackened eye weeps
A young child sleeps
Dreaming of a future where {struck: all} {struck: the} colors don't blend
for when that happens you're left with black in the end.
Item 366
She's like a girl I as [torn] been bare
Handwritten text in black ink arranged in a spiral on a white paper plate.
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- Age when written
- written by age 33 at the latestdated from the earliest book it appears in - the sheet itself may be older
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- 2 in the catalogue · also written out as number 663matched on the words by machine - Tom confirms
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She's like a girl I as [torn] been bare
The future's uncertain [torn] since [torn]
What's instore? [torn]
I'd seen her [torn] at a neighbor's place
I fell in love when I saw her face
She's like a shot in the dark
You see the face
You See the spark
You pray to your girl
What you could be
But time will tell
And then you'll see
Can you [interlined: well I don't know] hate it?
She is the essance of my existence
The only thing I'm living for
Life would be so wonderful
Only, if it wasn't such a bare
---
[?] with fences so high
[?] it when you die?
[?] feed
[?] read
Pretty houses
Will it all be worth [?]
Another traffic jam at [?]
Another pistol full of [?]
You stand outside
Waiting for what's in
With every passing thought
Another [?]
You keep it in your secret hiding place
Alone and unnoticed just another face
What's inside of you
a deer in headlights
Early Mornin' lights a sailor's delight
When you're not here I walk home alone
I get so scared
So far from home
Desperate Confusion, Where is she/how?
I could tell so much if I only know how?
Sometime from now she'll see it for
That my life is a who knows what?
The future's uncertain [torn] since [torn]
What's instore? [torn]
I'd seen her [torn] at a neighbor's place
I fell in love when I saw her face
She's like a shot in the dark
You see the face
You See the spark
You pray to your girl
What you could be
But time will tell
And then you'll see
Can you [interlined: well I don't know] hate it?
She is the essance of my existence
The only thing I'm living for
Life would be so wonderful
Only, if it wasn't such a bare
---
[?] with fences so high
[?] it when you die?
[?] feed
[?] read
Pretty houses
Will it all be worth [?]
Another traffic jam at [?]
Another pistol full of [?]
You stand outside
Waiting for what's in
With every passing thought
Another [?]
You keep it in your secret hiding place
Alone and unnoticed just another face
What's inside of you
a deer in headlights
Early Mornin' lights a sailor's delight
When you're not here I walk home alone
I get so scared
So far from home
Desperate Confusion, Where is she/how?
I could tell so much if I only know how?
Sometime from now she'll see it for
That my life is a who knows what?
Item 367
Something or Something
Handwritten text in red ink on a piece of lined paper.
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- IN A BOOKShorter Lyrics (2013)
The 714-Page Book (2012)
The Laima Dedication Anthology (2011) - Age when written
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I can never get to sleep there's always
somebody knockin' on my door,
if I get to sleep its never in a bed I
end up passing out on some
ones floor
somebody knockin' on my door,
if I get to sleep its never in a bed I
end up passing out on some
ones floor
Item 368
UNTITLED - first line: From some pains you can never run away,
Handwritten text on lined notebook paper, accompanied by three separate hand-drawn number cards.
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- IN A BOOKTom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
The 714-Page Book (2012)
The Laima Dedication Anthology (2011) - Age when written
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From some pains you can never run away,
Though you may forget, the scars will always stay.
From some times there is no escape,
For some times all it takes is a stupid mistake
To burn down the mansion you built,
To knock down the clown off his stilts,
To open up you concealed guilt.
Though you may forget, the scars will always stay.
From some times there is no escape,
For some times all it takes is a stupid mistake
To burn down the mansion you built,
To knock down the clown off his stilts,
To open up you concealed guilt.
Item 369
Something or Something
FULL-PAGE CRESCENT MOON + CREATURE ILLUSTRATION
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I'm just a harmless hippy never been in a fight.
I work in the day and I go out at night.
I used to walk a dark path now I follow the light.
My hook's in the water but the fish never bite.
I work in the day and I go out at night.
I used to walk a dark path now I follow the light.
My hook's in the water but the fish never bite.
Item 370
SCENE 1
Lined, yellow spiral notebook page.
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- ON THE 34 ALBUMSA Traveler in the Distance [SL4] · as the song ONE SLIP OF THE KNIFEmatched on the words: three or more seven-word runs shared with that song
IN A BOOKPoems By Tom (2007) - Age when written
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The sun is rising
The birds are chirping
I'm looking for something
And yet I'm still searching
What is my goal?
Where is my place?
Look into these eyes
Stare into this face
I'm back from the war
I carry a scar in my heart
For the family I lost
How cruelly we part
I'm back from the war
Oh the tears I have cried
Clutching the memories of faces
on the soldiers that died
The birds are chirping
I'm looking for something
And yet I'm still searching
What is my goal?
Where is my place?
Look into these eyes
Stare into this face
I'm back from the war
I carry a scar in my heart
For the family I lost
How cruelly we part
I'm back from the war
Oh the tears I have cried
Clutching the memories of faces
on the soldiers that died
Item 372
SCENE 1
Lined loose-leaf paper with some stains.
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- ON THE 34 ALBUMSThe Last Man Singing [SL1] · as the song COST OF WARmatched on the words: three or more seven-word runs shared with that song
IN A BOOKPoems By Tom (2007)
The November 2024 Collection (2024)
Only The Best (2018)
The 714-Page Book (2012)
The Laima Dedication Anthology (2011)
34 Albums, Books 1 and 2 (2026)
Chomskian Poems (2011)
Brian Rainstorm Song Lyric Book (2014)
The November 2012 Anthology (2012)
Revised 31 Albums With Index (2024) - Age when written
- written by age 29 at the latestdated from the earliest book it appears in - the sheet itself may be older
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The time is getting late
Your lifetime is passing
Why should you want?
Is the question you're asking
Mesmerized by fear
Frozen by the uncertain
Unknowing in how far or near
Is the final curtan
You never can tell
What lies ahead
Maybe heaven, maybe hell
Only one man sorts the dead
You will be placed in a pile
After you meet with the judge
You can still walk down the Isle
Provided you don't hold a grudge
In this world we live heroes are made
And great statues are erected
In this world we die as villains Fate
After they are poorly directed
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TITLE : [NONE]
PAPER : notebook
LINES : 16
TEXT :
defiance by all assemblies. They're not shut
down. We sign non-importation agreement (boycott).
1770, New prime minister repeals Townshend acts
except for tea Act.
{struck: British}
Boston Massacre - 4 regiment of Brittish troops guard
customs house. Fights Americans. 5 killed.
Guilty of manslaughter. Samuel Adams creates
committee of correspondence to publicise bad
Brittish actions.
Boston tea party - 1773 - East India tea company
has surplus of tea. Brittish give immunity
of tea tax. Come into Boston Harbor. 150
Sons of liberty dress as indians and dump tea
into harbor.
Intolerable Acts - close Boston Port to trade.
Salem become capital. Boston under Martial
law.
Your lifetime is passing
Why should you want?
Is the question you're asking
Mesmerized by fear
Frozen by the uncertain
Unknowing in how far or near
Is the final curtan
You never can tell
What lies ahead
Maybe heaven, maybe hell
Only one man sorts the dead
You will be placed in a pile
After you meet with the judge
You can still walk down the Isle
Provided you don't hold a grudge
In this world we live heroes are made
And great statues are erected
In this world we die as villains Fate
After they are poorly directed
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TITLE : [NONE]
PAPER : notebook
LINES : 16
TEXT :
defiance by all assemblies. They're not shut
down. We sign non-importation agreement (boycott).
1770, New prime minister repeals Townshend acts
except for tea Act.
{struck: British}
Boston Massacre - 4 regiment of Brittish troops guard
customs house. Fights Americans. 5 killed.
Guilty of manslaughter. Samuel Adams creates
committee of correspondence to publicise bad
Brittish actions.
Boston tea party - 1773 - East India tea company
has surplus of tea. Brittish give immunity
of tea tax. Come into Boston Harbor. 150
Sons of liberty dress as indians and dump tea
into harbor.
Intolerable Acts - close Boston Port to trade.
Salem become capital. Boston under Martial
law.
Item 373
VERY EARLY POEM (red ink on NAPKIN - second napkin label)
A lined, hole-punched sheet of paper accompanied by small cards.
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The 714-Page Book (2012)
The Laima Dedication Anthology (2011) - Age when written
- written by age 33 at the latestdated from the earliest book it appears in - the sheet itself may be older
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dense
Fence
hence
sense
tense
commence
defense
dispense
expense
immense
intense
nonsense
offense
pretense
sequence
suspense
common sense
confidence
consequence
evidence
providence
residence
self-defense
coincidence
Self-confidence
bet
debt
fret
get
let
met
net
pet
set
Sweat
threat
yet
asset
banquet
cadet
corvette
duet
forget
gazzette
Juliet
mind set
off set
pallet
regret
reset
rochet
sunset
upset
alphabet
bayonet
cigarette
etiquette
heavyset
suffraget
towellette
bachelorette
video cassette
Mary Antoinette
aisle
bite
dial
guile
mile
Nile
pile
smile
style
trial
vile
while
agile
awhile
compile
defile
denial
meanwhile
fragile
freestyle
futile
genial
meanwhile
life-style
mistrial
mobile
profile
radial
reptile
semile
stockpile
sundial
turnstyle
woodpile
worthwhile
crocodile
low profile
projectile
reconcile
self-denial
Fence
hence
sense
tense
commence
defense
dispense
expense
immense
intense
nonsense
offense
pretense
sequence
suspense
common sense
confidence
consequence
evidence
providence
residence
self-defense
coincidence
Self-confidence
bet
debt
fret
get
let
met
net
pet
set
Sweat
threat
yet
asset
banquet
cadet
corvette
duet
forget
gazzette
Juliet
mind set
off set
pallet
regret
reset
rochet
sunset
upset
alphabet
bayonet
cigarette
etiquette
heavyset
suffraget
towellette
bachelorette
video cassette
Mary Antoinette
aisle
bite
dial
guile
mile
Nile
pile
smile
style
trial
vile
while
agile
awhile
compile
defile
denial
meanwhile
fragile
freestyle
futile
genial
meanwhile
life-style
mistrial
mobile
profile
radial
reptile
semile
stockpile
sundial
turnstyle
woodpile
worthwhile
crocodile
low profile
projectile
reconcile
self-denial
Item 374
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aged; page 2 = AMERICAN REVOLUTION HISTORY NOTES (Boston Tea Party, Salem as capital)
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IN A BOOKPoems By Tom (2007)
The November 2024 Collection (2024)
Finished Song Lyrics (2011)
Only The Best (2018)
A Lifetime Of Rhyme (2020)
The 714-Page Book (2012)
The Laima Dedication Anthology (2011)
34 Albums, Books 1 and 2 (2026)
Brian Rainstorm Song Lyric Book (2014)
The November 2012 Anthology (2012)
Revised 31 Albums With Index (2024)
Tom Jensen Lyrics (2019) - Age when written
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It's time {struck: I'm forced} for me to swallow my medication
While They make me listen to their dictation
By twisting tongues {struck: told} that speak of wrong information
This well {struck: hidden} ordered insanity they call education
While I'm waiting for the next step {struck: in} of evolution
In between prayers violence is their meditation
I was taught to believe the flag was {struck: an} inspiration
But I never enrolled for blind patriotic dedication
My stomach would be queezy when I felt the vibration
of my gun on the firing line at the battle station
Its everyone's problem yet so far no solution
In between rounds violence is their meditation
Lost alot of leaves on your family tree for this nation
It was fall and it fell the laws of segregation
Nowadays times have changed but still temptation
Everyone's gotta sign their own emancipation proclimating
Stand tall, act free demand a new constitution
In between demonstrations violence is their meditation
Every where you turn just increases aggrivation
Try to blaze a better path branded deviation
It's all about the money so worriyed about inflation
There are some things from which you can't take a vacation
When its piled up past the hills you can't hide the pollution
In between oilspills violence is their meditation
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TITLE : [NONE]
PAPER : loose sheet
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TEXT :
Wanna rape mother nature watch their demonstration
Destroy it all for a quick sensation
Just a{struck: minute} inch or two of elevation
Too late to learn to stick with masturbation
But mother nature wasn't meant for prostitution
In between life and death violence is their meditation
While They make me listen to their dictation
By twisting tongues {struck: told} that speak of wrong information
This well {struck: hidden} ordered insanity they call education
While I'm waiting for the next step {struck: in} of evolution
In between prayers violence is their meditation
I was taught to believe the flag was {struck: an} inspiration
But I never enrolled for blind patriotic dedication
My stomach would be queezy when I felt the vibration
of my gun on the firing line at the battle station
Its everyone's problem yet so far no solution
In between rounds violence is their meditation
Lost alot of leaves on your family tree for this nation
It was fall and it fell the laws of segregation
Nowadays times have changed but still temptation
Everyone's gotta sign their own emancipation proclimating
Stand tall, act free demand a new constitution
In between demonstrations violence is their meditation
Every where you turn just increases aggrivation
Try to blaze a better path branded deviation
It's all about the money so worriyed about inflation
There are some things from which you can't take a vacation
When its piled up past the hills you can't hide the pollution
In between oilspills violence is their meditation
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PAPER : loose sheet
LINES : 6
TEXT :
Wanna rape mother nature watch their demonstration
Destroy it all for a quick sensation
Just a{struck: minute} inch or two of elevation
Too late to learn to stick with masturbation
But mother nature wasn't meant for prostitution
In between life and death violence is their meditation
Item 375
I heard your voice again
loose-leaf, black ink, full page - 3 columns of rhyme-ending words, organized by sound family
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I heard your voice again
IT nearly brought me to my Knees
I felt the beating of my heart again
IT nearly brought me to my knees
After all the tears that've been wiped away
I never thought I'd ever see this day
IT goes to show that time will tell
After one word...
After one breath...
I'm back under your spell
People come and people go
But emotions never fade away
Some things will never happen
This you know
STill you hope and pray
Just snap your fingers
Say the word
I'll give my life to you
You've seen my eyes
And felt my love
These words I speak are true
I've walked the winding road
{struck: And} found the light ahead
I've done all I can do
I've given my heart
And poured {struck: of} my soul on the ground
The rest is up to you
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to
IT nearly brought me to my Knees
I felt the beating of my heart again
IT nearly brought me to my knees
After all the tears that've been wiped away
I never thought I'd ever see this day
IT goes to show that time will tell
After one word...
After one breath...
I'm back under your spell
People come and people go
But emotions never fade away
Some things will never happen
This you know
STill you hope and pray
Just snap your fingers
Say the word
I'll give my life to you
You've seen my eyes
And felt my love
These words I speak are true
I've walked the winding road
{struck: And} found the light ahead
I've done all I can do
I've given my heart
And poured {struck: of} my soul on the ground
The rest is up to you
MARGIN:
But
to
Item 377
none (group shot 2 pieces)
A piece of lined notebook paper containing handwritten text, placed next to three small, hand-drawn paper squares with numbers.
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IN A BOOK200 Poems Waiting For Music (2013)
The November 2024 Collection (2024)
Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014)
180 Good Poems (2012)
Only The Best (2018)
A Lifetime Of Rhyme (2020)
The 714-Page Book (2012)
The Laima Dedication Anthology (2011)
34 Albums, Books 1 and 2 (2026)
Chomskian Poems (2011)
Brian Rainstorm Song Lyric Book (2014)
Finished Song Lyrics (2011)
The November 2012 Anthology (2012)
Revised 31 Albums With Index (2024)
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I've lived the life of a Rock star and I don't even
sing,
I was just a plain jester who thought he was king,
Now that my crown of thorns has been taken from me.
The weight has been lifted and I'm finally free.
Once {struck: I} {struck: taking} was a king and my kingdom unclean,
But I was forced to step down because of my Queen.
I betrayed her trust and she gave up her throne,
The reality set in that I was all alone,
I had no subjects, I followed the crowd,
I had no wisdom yet still acted proud.
As others passed by no one {struck: bothered} {struck: to} ever bowed,
When I should have spoke softly I began getting loud.
sing,
I was just a plain jester who thought he was king,
Now that my crown of thorns has been taken from me.
The weight has been lifted and I'm finally free.
Once {struck: I} {struck: taking} was a king and my kingdom unclean,
But I was forced to step down because of my Queen.
I betrayed her trust and she gave up her throne,
The reality set in that I was all alone,
I had no subjects, I followed the crowd,
I had no wisdom yet still acted proud.
As others passed by no one {struck: bothered} {struck: to} ever bowed,
When I should have spoke softly I began getting loud.
Item 378
UNTITLED - first line: I don't read the paper
Handwritten text on a torn sheet of lined notebook paper.
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A B C D E F G H J K L M N P Q R S T U V W Y Z
I don't read the paper, hell I don't even watch the news,
When everybody's used to horror, then everyone's got the blues
There's always another plane crash and a gunman out on a rage,
I'll never pick up the paper unless its lining for my bird cage,
The worst news is on the cover seen by children of every age.
I got another idea - put the good stuff on the front page.
Then maybe people'll be happy and treat each other hind,
Have you heard an old expression - out of sight and outta mind,
When violence is on the T.V. then the children play with guns,
*But when they're watchin' Big Bird - Then they're havin fun
I'm movin to the mountains so I can lost watch the trees.
When you don't have any doors you don't need any keys,
I'll build my house with wood and makes my bed of straw,
And when I see a pig - it won't remind me of the law.
I won't use no roads, I'll set off on my own course,
Tradin' in my chevy for a sleep dog and a horse.
I don't read the paper, hell I don't even watch the news,
When everybody's used to horror, then everyone's got the blues
There's always another plane crash and a gunman out on a rage,
I'll never pick up the paper unless its lining for my bird cage,
The worst news is on the cover seen by children of every age.
I got another idea - put the good stuff on the front page.
Then maybe people'll be happy and treat each other hind,
Have you heard an old expression - out of sight and outta mind,
When violence is on the T.V. then the children play with guns,
*But when they're watchin' Big Bird - Then they're havin fun
I'm movin to the mountains so I can lost watch the trees.
When you don't have any doors you don't need any keys,
I'll build my house with wood and makes my bed of straw,
And when I see a pig - it won't remind me of the law.
I won't use no roads, I'll set off on my own course,
Tradin' in my chevy for a sleep dog and a horse.
Item 379
Unity... you and me together
Hand-written text on a sheet of lined notebook paper, oriented sideways.
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The 714-Page Book (2012)
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Unity... you and me together
Soon we'll see if we could be forever
for one another
Orelse never could will true love ever
be discovered
Soon we'll see if we could be forever
for one another
Orelse never could will true love ever
be discovered
Item 380
none (group shot 2 pieces)
loose sheet
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- IN A BOOKShorter Lyrics (2013)
The 714-Page Book (2012)
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The darkness fades as sun sets in
Metaphores are my only friends
When all the people have come and gone
All thats left is what I had all along
The only voices I like to hear are the ones in my head
Seem to be the only ones I can remember what was
said
I like animals cause they don't talk back
They don't care if you're white or black
As long as you feed 'em and don't abuse 'em
too much
They'll be your friend - so soft to the touch
Let the hunters be the hunted and watch
them run
If it was up to me the hunted would have guns
There's no wrong in poetry
Its so strong it frightens me
give apes a typewriter and you will have a novel
take away my pen and you will hear me
grovel.
Let me out of my cage
entrap me in your maze
I will find the key
Let me swim inside the sea
Set all my troubles free
Clense me from the dirt I hide
Buckle me safe on this bumpy ride
Try to look inside my soul
See my heart is blackened coal
If a pearl is buried {struck: deep} show it to me
If my hands are tied please set me free
I will pleasure you with loyalty
Watching you with jealousy
Metaphores are my only friends
When all the people have come and gone
All thats left is what I had all along
The only voices I like to hear are the ones in my head
Seem to be the only ones I can remember what was
said
I like animals cause they don't talk back
They don't care if you're white or black
As long as you feed 'em and don't abuse 'em
too much
They'll be your friend - so soft to the touch
Let the hunters be the hunted and watch
them run
If it was up to me the hunted would have guns
There's no wrong in poetry
Its so strong it frightens me
give apes a typewriter and you will have a novel
take away my pen and you will hear me
grovel.
Let me out of my cage
entrap me in your maze
I will find the key
Let me swim inside the sea
Set all my troubles free
Clense me from the dirt I hide
Buckle me safe on this bumpy ride
Try to look inside my soul
See my heart is blackened coal
If a pearl is buried {struck: deep} show it to me
If my hands are tied please set me free
I will pleasure you with loyalty
Watching you with jealousy
Item 381
UNTITLED - first line: This woman I'd been dating for nearly a year
Lined paper accompanied by three small paper number cards.
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IN A BOOKPoems By Tom (2007)
The November 2024 Collection (2024)
Finished Song Lyrics (2011)
Only The Best (2018)
A Lifetime Of Rhyme (2020)
The 714-Page Book (2012)
The Laima Dedication Anthology (2011)
34 Albums, Books 1 and 2 (2026)
Brian Rainstorm Song Lyric Book (2014)
The November 2012 Anthology (2012)
Revised 31 Albums With Index (2024)
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This woman I'd been dating for nearly a year
Told me to get out with words so clear
Said her chains had been broken and {she's} no longer bound
To me, former lover, getting outta town
Like seasons a' changing love once so dear
I grab my magic hat as I disappear
Crawling down the street dragging my big black bag
In it is everything that I've ever had
Looking up to heaven trying to understand
Why I'm walking down the street just kickin my can
MARGIN:
21
Told me to get out with words so clear
Said her chains had been broken and {she's} no longer bound
To me, former lover, getting outta town
Like seasons a' changing love once so dear
I grab my magic hat as I disappear
Crawling down the street dragging my big black bag
In it is everything that I've ever had
Looking up to heaven trying to understand
Why I'm walking down the street just kickin my can
MARGIN:
21
Item 382
Like cats and dogs
A cream-colored piece of paper oriented vertically.
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IN A BOOKPoems By Tom (2007)
The November 2024 Collection (2024)
Finished Song Lyrics (2011)
Only The Best (2018)
A Lifetime Of Rhyme (2020)
The 714-Page Book (2012)
The Laima Dedication Anthology (2011)
34 Albums, Books 1 and 2 (2026)
Brian Rainstorm Song Lyric Book (2014)
The November 2012 Anthology (2012)
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Like cats and dogs
We fight nearly every night
Bowing to our nature
Be it wrong or right
The game of cat and mouse
Always leaves someone bleeding
Giving into evolution
No science books ever Reading
We fight nearly every night
Bowing to our nature
Be it wrong or right
The game of cat and mouse
Always leaves someone bleeding
Giving into evolution
No science books ever Reading
Item 383
American Dream
loose sheet
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The November 2024 Collection (2024)
Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014)
Only The Best (2018)
A Lifetime Of Rhyme (2020)
The 714-Page Book (2012)
The Laima Dedication Anthology (2011)
34 Albums, Books 1 and 2 (2026)
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American Dream
I am trying to unlearn what all the teacher's
taught me
I am trying to unlock an original thought
but I have no key
I am trying to believe that it's better than it seems
or at least what I can see
I am trying to achieve the American Dream
of leaving a legacy behind me
I am surely not a rich man but certainly a
wiseman because I understand
That there are greater things than money, sweeter
things than honey in this land
I am angered at my situation as I am
choking on yellow sand
I am a stranger through seperation
from my fellow man
I am not the type to keep out of trouble
I always find myself walking through rubble
I even drive down the streets that state
do not enter
I am not the type to keep many
secrets
Or the type to go out hunting rabbits
Or a man who lets his lady be cold
in the winter
---
(Wading in the water)
(Two of a kind)
(Two pair)
Me & Frankie (1)
We've been best friends for years
And said all we can say
Figured we be at each's side
When it comes down to judgement day
We've had mud at our feet
And dirt in our eyes
But we've never even been
Taken by surprise
We grabbed the world by the neck
Yet our fate still lies
As there is no me and you
In a world full of I's
Both one in the same
Even our circle of friends
Though neither places blame
When it comes down to the end
We know we been through the grinder
While we've been diving for pearls
Some day we'll each find her
That one special girl
I am trying to unlearn what all the teacher's
taught me
I am trying to unlock an original thought
but I have no key
I am trying to believe that it's better than it seems
or at least what I can see
I am trying to achieve the American Dream
of leaving a legacy behind me
I am surely not a rich man but certainly a
wiseman because I understand
That there are greater things than money, sweeter
things than honey in this land
I am angered at my situation as I am
choking on yellow sand
I am a stranger through seperation
from my fellow man
I am not the type to keep out of trouble
I always find myself walking through rubble
I even drive down the streets that state
do not enter
I am not the type to keep many
secrets
Or the type to go out hunting rabbits
Or a man who lets his lady be cold
in the winter
---
(Wading in the water)
(Two of a kind)
(Two pair)
Me & Frankie (1)
We've been best friends for years
And said all we can say
Figured we be at each's side
When it comes down to judgement day
We've had mud at our feet
And dirt in our eyes
But we've never even been
Taken by surprise
We grabbed the world by the neck
Yet our fate still lies
As there is no me and you
In a world full of I's
Both one in the same
Even our circle of friends
Though neither places blame
When it comes down to the end
We know we been through the grinder
While we've been diving for pearls
Some day we'll each find her
That one special girl
Item 384
UNTITLED - first line: When the Angels tried to follow
notebook
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IN A BOOKThe November 2024 Collection (2024)
Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014)
Only The Best (2018)
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A Lifetime Of Rhyme (2020)
The 714-Page Book (2012)
The Laima Dedication Anthology (2011)
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When the Angels tried to follow
They searched {struck: but} yet could not find her
At least that is how the story is told
On top of Pico Duarte people speak of their great sorrow
And about how great things once were
About what they once had yet could not hold
Yet where I'm from we say
That one's loss can be another's gain
Often one's happiness comes from another's pain
Somewhere it is Sunny while somewhere there is rain
Some say that love has boundaries, such belief is to my dismay
I believe {struck: in} my heart that true love has no boundary
Because she travelled here from so far away
And she {struck: has} somehow found me
somehow has
Let the winds cry
Let the ocean sigh
Let the Angels fly
Let the Island say goodbye
For they will never have this girl
Some may point towards me and say I steal
But given time their pain shall heal
To their demands I will never kneel
I will always know just how I'll feel
And I wouldn't change it for the world
They searched {struck: but} yet could not find her
At least that is how the story is told
On top of Pico Duarte people speak of their great sorrow
And about how great things once were
About what they once had yet could not hold
Yet where I'm from we say
That one's loss can be another's gain
Often one's happiness comes from another's pain
Somewhere it is Sunny while somewhere there is rain
Some say that love has boundaries, such belief is to my dismay
I believe {struck: in} my heart that true love has no boundary
Because she travelled here from so far away
And she {struck: has} somehow found me
somehow has
Let the winds cry
Let the ocean sigh
Let the Angels fly
Let the Island say goodbye
For they will never have this girl
Some may point towards me and say I steal
But given time their pain shall heal
To their demands I will never kneel
I will always know just how I'll feel
And I wouldn't change it for the world
Item 385
Let me
A sheet of loose-leaf notebook paper accompanied by three separate hand-drawn cards.
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The November 2024 Collection (2024)
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Only The Best (2018)
A Lifetime Of Rhyme (2020)
The 714-Page Book (2012)
The Laima Dedication Anthology (2011)
34 Albums, Books 1 and 2 (2026)
Brian Rainstorm Song Lyric Book (2014)
The November 2012 Anthology (2012)
Revised 31 Albums With Index (2024)
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Let me
Bend you...
Shape you
into...
what I WANT YOU...
to 2
Be!
Bend you...
Shape you
into...
what I WANT YOU...
to 2
Be!
Item 386
My personality
A piece of lined notebook paper written in blue ink alongside three small white paper squares with drawn numbers.
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- Tom writes thisthe old category list says: BE DIFFERENT ; MISCELLANEOUS (not checked by Tom)
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IN A BOOKPoems By Tom (2007)
200 Poems Waiting For Music (2013)
The November 2024 Collection (2024)
Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014)
180 Good Poems (2012)
Only The Best (2018)
A Lifetime Of Rhyme (2020)
The 714-Page Book (2012)
The Laima Dedication Anthology (2011)
34 Albums, Books 1 and 2 (2026)
Chomskian Poems (2011)
Revised 31 Albums With Index (2024)
Tom Jensen Lyrics (2019) - Age when written
- written by age 29 at the latestdated from the earliest book it appears in - the sheet itself may be older
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I am me so you can love it or leave it
I don't care what you think
So I don't lie Do you believe it?
Through others' eyes I can't see through
What you see is what you get
I will never be you
I keep my makeup in a drawer
That's never been opened
The truth is in the eyes
Not in any word spoken
As you can see
I've thrown away my mask away
Let me tell you my friend
This is no easy task
I am me so you can love it or
leave it
I wear my heart on my sleeve
Could you ever conceive it?
I don't care what you think
So I don't lie Do you believe it?
Through others' eyes I can't see through
What you see is what you get
I will never be you
I keep my makeup in a drawer
That's never been opened
The truth is in the eyes
Not in any word spoken
As you can see
I've thrown away my mask away
Let me tell you my friend
This is no easy task
I am me so you can love it or
leave it
I wear my heart on my sleeve
Could you ever conceive it?
Item 387
none (clean draft of "One's loss, another's gain" from Batch 3)
Handwritten text in black ink on a piece of lined notebook paper.
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IN A BOOKThe November 2024 Collection (2024)
Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014)
Finished Song Lyrics (2011)
Only The Best (2018)
A Lifetime Of Rhyme (2020)
The 714-Page Book (2012)
The Laima Dedication Anthology (2011)
34 Albums, Books 1 and 2 (2026)
Chomskian Poems (2011)
Brian Rainstorm Song Lyric Book (2014)
The November 2012 Anthology (2012)
Revised 31 Albums With Index (2024)
Tom Jensen Lyrics (2019) - Age when written
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A passing daydream floated by
I plucked it clean out of thin air
An hour ago I heard your voice
But at that moment you were here
You now own my mind I have no choice
When I close my eyes you still are there
It's been such a long time since I've truely been alone
That a bond so strong is oh so rare
When I close my eyes you still are there
To ever let someone so close to your heart
Only a few would ever dare
---
I'm getting angry
Unhappy
If I start crying
Please slap me
Just put me in my place
Slap that frown
Right off of my face
You see I'm in a delicate state
Been like this for years
How much longer do I have to wait?
So many emotion
Though only heart break
Is constant
Do whatever it takes
For that's how bad I want it
Yet the only face I trust
Is on the moon
---
[?] use trickery
Those who may seem dec
can sometimes get by
without ever getting defeated.
But the above named
Are few and far between
As those of us left
Are the ones who know when they really need it
I only bluff at poker when the money's on the line
I only try to hide some of myself
when I'm running out of patience and time
And when it comes to loving someone
I'm not afraid to sell my soul blind
But only for the right one
Will I ever chop down my roots
But only for the night one
Will I ever risk my head inside a nice
The one thing about my world
The only trouble is that you never get out of it al
She could be the only girl
But for who I may put on hold All of the things
which I strive
You learn all the time
with each new step you take
Though some like me may risk it all
Putting everything out on the line
can set you up for one hell of a heart
break
I plucked it clean out of thin air
An hour ago I heard your voice
But at that moment you were here
You now own my mind I have no choice
When I close my eyes you still are there
It's been such a long time since I've truely been alone
That a bond so strong is oh so rare
When I close my eyes you still are there
To ever let someone so close to your heart
Only a few would ever dare
---
I'm getting angry
Unhappy
If I start crying
Please slap me
Just put me in my place
Slap that frown
Right off of my face
You see I'm in a delicate state
Been like this for years
How much longer do I have to wait?
So many emotion
Though only heart break
Is constant
Do whatever it takes
For that's how bad I want it
Yet the only face I trust
Is on the moon
---
[?] use trickery
Those who may seem dec
can sometimes get by
without ever getting defeated.
But the above named
Are few and far between
As those of us left
Are the ones who know when they really need it
I only bluff at poker when the money's on the line
I only try to hide some of myself
when I'm running out of patience and time
And when it comes to loving someone
I'm not afraid to sell my soul blind
But only for the right one
Will I ever chop down my roots
But only for the night one
Will I ever risk my head inside a nice
The one thing about my world
The only trouble is that you never get out of it al
She could be the only girl
But for who I may put on hold All of the things
which I strive
You learn all the time
with each new step you take
Though some like me may risk it all
Putting everything out on the line
can set you up for one hell of a heart
break
Item 388
The sun comes up
Handwritten text on lined notebook paper, accompanied by three separate paper squares each containing a hand-drawn number.
- Why it matters
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IN A BOOKPoems By Tom (2007)
200 Poems Waiting For Music (2013)
The November 2024 Collection (2024)
Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014)
180 Good Poems (2012)
Only The Best (2018)
A Lifetime Of Rhyme (2020)
The 714-Page Book (2012)
The Laima Dedication Anthology (2011)
34 Albums, Books 1 and 2 (2026)
Finished Song Lyrics (2011)
Revised 31 Albums With Index (2024)
Tom Jensen Lyrics (2019) - Age when written
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The sun comes up
My head goes down
I pick up the paper
And then I put it down
I may waste my life
But at least it's just my own
You won't read about any killing spree
When you get home
I may be on page fifty six
Another kid learning another lesson
Just a druggie looking for his fix
Wrong place, wrong time
Got bagged for possession
---
It's now 1:10 and I let it happen again
By the time of 1:11 I could be on my way to heaven
I guess it really depends on who's telling the story
This teller here's still stuck in purgatory
1:24 I was just here but not anymore
1:25 And I'm still alive so I guess it's better than sleeping
1:26 Somethings need to fixed but they're still worth keeping
The consequence of man
The lessons he has learned
The cities he has built
The bridges he has burned
A five minute thought
Only takes a few seconds to read
A little truth taught
To anyone who agrees
My head goes down
I pick up the paper
And then I put it down
I may waste my life
But at least it's just my own
You won't read about any killing spree
When you get home
I may be on page fifty six
Another kid learning another lesson
Just a druggie looking for his fix
Wrong place, wrong time
Got bagged for possession
---
It's now 1:10 and I let it happen again
By the time of 1:11 I could be on my way to heaven
I guess it really depends on who's telling the story
This teller here's still stuck in purgatory
1:24 I was just here but not anymore
1:25 And I'm still alive so I guess it's better than sleeping
1:26 Somethings need to fixed but they're still worth keeping
The consequence of man
The lessons he has learned
The cities he has built
The bridges he has burned
A five minute thought
Only takes a few seconds to read
A little truth taught
To anyone who agrees
Item 389
My personality
Handwritten text on a single sheet of white lined notebook paper.
- Why it matters
- Tom writes this
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Tom writes thisthe old category list says: BE DIFFERENT ; MISCELLANEOUS (not checked by Tom)
- Published in
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I love somebody
Somebody loves me
My only problem
Is that the people number three
Never a complete circle
Triangles are for squares
I never loves who loves me
And Noah only boards in pairs
I get the kiss of death
When I'd rather not kiss at all
Yet the man who makes a stand
Never really rises at all
Nothing ever goes as planned
So down I fall
Somebody loves me
My only problem
Is that the people number three
Never a complete circle
Triangles are for squares
I never loves who loves me
And Noah only boards in pairs
I get the kiss of death
When I'd rather not kiss at all
Yet the man who makes a stand
Never really rises at all
Nothing ever goes as planned
So down I fall
Item 390
Watching...
A single sheet of lined notebook paper.
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- Tom writes this
- Type
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- Collection
- Tom writes this
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Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014)
The 714-Page Book (2012)
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Watching...
Waiting...
Staring out the window down upon the concrete wall
Watching...
Waiting...
Wondering which door you will exit
Or if you will exit at all
Wondering the reasons why I am here
Is it for a warm embrace?
Is it to just see your face?
Is it for love?
Or maybe be all of the above
Watching...
Waiting...
As people enter and people leave
I think it is you and then I am deceived
As I see myself in the lights reflection
And wait for you to walk towards my direction
Watching...
Waiting...
As if I am playing a game
Can not unfix these eyes from this window pane
Whether or not you appear you still remain the same
For better or worse I am still glad I came
The evening is passing
Though the lights have yet to grow dim
I see a leaf fall dead
From upon a trees limb
Waiting...
Staring out the window down upon the concrete wall
Watching...
Waiting...
Wondering which door you will exit
Or if you will exit at all
Wondering the reasons why I am here
Is it for a warm embrace?
Is it to just see your face?
Is it for love?
Or maybe be all of the above
Watching...
Waiting...
As people enter and people leave
I think it is you and then I am deceived
As I see myself in the lights reflection
And wait for you to walk towards my direction
Watching...
Waiting...
As if I am playing a game
Can not unfix these eyes from this window pane
Whether or not you appear you still remain the same
For better or worse I am still glad I came
The evening is passing
Though the lights have yet to grow dim
I see a leaf fall dead
From upon a trees limb
Item 391
none (earlier draft of ITEM 160 rehab piece)
loose sheet
- Why it matters
- Tom writes this
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
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- ON THE 34 ALBUMSPartner to the Crime [S4] · as the song REHABmatched 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)
The November 2024 Collection (2024)
Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014)
180 Good Poems (2012)
Only The Best (2018)
A Lifetime Of Rhyme (2020)
The 714-Page Book (2012)
The Laima Dedication Anthology (2011)
34 Albums, Books 1 and 2 (2026)
Chomskian Poems (2011)
Finished Song Lyrics (2011)
Revised 31 Albums With Index (2024)
Tom Jensen Lyrics (2019) - Age when written
- written by age 29 at the latestdated from the earliest book it appears in - the sheet itself may be older
- Copies
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They locked him in the closet and then they
lost the key
Twenty years later when they found it
they finally set him free
Though he looked much older he looked ok
to me
Though he acted much colder like we all
expected him to be
Rehab - You never come out the way you
came in
Rehab - Get drunk of words when they take
your gin
Rehab - You'll never be the same
Rehab - You'll never go there again
When he gets home he has a drink
Passes out in front of the kitchen sink
Though his liver's fine his mind is bloated
Just one sip and his head exploded
---
Money lines the pocket
But does not fill the heart
Where and when did all the madness start
Daddy's a doctor but he's not home [?]
lost the key
Twenty years later when they found it
they finally set him free
Though he looked much older he looked ok
to me
Though he acted much colder like we all
expected him to be
Rehab - You never come out the way you
came in
Rehab - Get drunk of words when they take
your gin
Rehab - You'll never be the same
Rehab - You'll never go there again
When he gets home he has a drink
Passes out in front of the kitchen sink
Though his liver's fine his mind is bloated
Just one sip and his head exploded
---
Money lines the pocket
But does not fill the heart
Where and when did all the madness start
Daddy's a doctor but he's not home [?]
Item 392
I don't have a drinking problem
loose-leaf, blue ink, torn bottom edge, clean draft
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200 Poems Waiting For Music (2013)
Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014)
180 Good Poems (2012)
A Lifetime Of Rhyme (2020)
The 714-Page Book (2012)
The Laima Dedication Anthology (2011) - Age when written
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I don't have a drinking problem
I've got a drinking solution
I live in a world
with so much pollution
I live with it in my veins
I put it in my cup
I pour it in a cup
And I drink it up like rain
I don't have a drinking problem
I've got a drinking solution
I tried to give it up
but I figured what's the use
If I put it down
I'll just pick up something else
I've learned by now
I just can't control myself
I've got a drinking solution
I live in a world
with so much pollution
I live with it in my veins
I put it in my cup
I pour it in a cup
And I drink it up like rain
I don't have a drinking problem
I've got a drinking solution
I tried to give it up
but I figured what's the use
If I put it down
I'll just pick up something else
I've learned by now
I just can't control myself
Item 393
CLIFF HANGER
Lined notebook paper featuring handwritten poetry and drawings in dark ink.
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IN A BOOKPoems By Tom (2007)
200 Poems Waiting For Music (2013)
The November 2024 Collection (2024)
Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014)
180 Good Poems (2012)
Shorter Lyrics (2013)
A Lifetime Of Rhyme (2020)
The 714-Page Book (2012)
The Laima Dedication Anthology (2011)
34 Albums, Books 1 and 2 (2026)
Revised 31 Albums With Index (2024) - Age when written
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Alone again
I hold my self solely responsible
Inside my looking glass [ ]
Looking back through the cracks
Did I find the way I meant to go
The answer is yes but not too well
A burning candle [ ]
Proves meager
In this world of electricity
Traveling great distances [ ]
Can be very hard to handle
Even though I am eager [ ]
To build upon my legacy
And meet and greet my destiny
Yet I fear our meeting
May be premature
Slipping and sliding
On mother Natures
Curves and contours
Down the mountain
Off the cliff
Straight on through
To the black abyss
My fault
My path I chose it
My life [ ]
my clay Is the one who molds it
Silence for buts [ ]
and Mimes saying what if
I climbed up the mountain
And then fell off a cliff
---
MY OWN LITTLE WORLD...
My thoughts are flashing like
Bright neon signs
Seperating as if day and night
Both what I want and what is mine
Just the way of the times
Knowledge held in decline
Impulses are in full control
But holding right above wrong
Is considered being old
Extremes rule my universe
Satan coming back
Is just as worse
My heart is beating fast
My love is for a false prophet
I aimed for first but I finished last
Im hooked on getting off it
Tom's Theme Song
---
I am the captain of my mind
Hitting into iceburgs all the time
Noone is as good as me
When I want to be
Yet noone can could never ever
Navigate through deeper waters
Though you try when you name your ship
Napoleon's daughter
---
ALPHABET
-> B C D F G H J K L M N P Q R S T V W X Y Z
-> A E I O U (Y)
* * * * * Q U I P T I M G * * * * *
It is early, although it's late
It has come, so I no longer wait
They set the trap
I took the bait
Out in the wilderness I have
Met my fate
After following tracks
After warding off their attacks
I have built my shelter
There's no turning back
I [?] have looked @ the calender
But have yet to set a date
I've found the error of my ways
But realized it too late
My poetry is my dying word
Some may think that at twenty two
it sounds so absurd
But in my soul I know I'm fading fast
If I die right now I'd like
Something that lasts
I pray I'm not a sheep
Just following the herd
I'm searching for a sun
But it's fading fast
I hold my self solely responsible
Inside my looking glass [ ]
Looking back through the cracks
Did I find the way I meant to go
The answer is yes but not too well
A burning candle [ ]
Proves meager
In this world of electricity
Traveling great distances [ ]
Can be very hard to handle
Even though I am eager [ ]
To build upon my legacy
And meet and greet my destiny
Yet I fear our meeting
May be premature
Slipping and sliding
On mother Natures
Curves and contours
Down the mountain
Off the cliff
Straight on through
To the black abyss
My fault
My path I chose it
My life [ ]
my clay Is the one who molds it
Silence for buts [ ]
and Mimes saying what if
I climbed up the mountain
And then fell off a cliff
---
MY OWN LITTLE WORLD...
My thoughts are flashing like
Bright neon signs
Seperating as if day and night
Both what I want and what is mine
Just the way of the times
Knowledge held in decline
Impulses are in full control
But holding right above wrong
Is considered being old
Extremes rule my universe
Satan coming back
Is just as worse
My heart is beating fast
My love is for a false prophet
I aimed for first but I finished last
Im hooked on getting off it
Tom's Theme Song
---
I am the captain of my mind
Hitting into iceburgs all the time
Noone is as good as me
When I want to be
Yet noone can could never ever
Navigate through deeper waters
Though you try when you name your ship
Napoleon's daughter
---
ALPHABET
-> B C D F G H J K L M N P Q R S T V W X Y Z
-> A E I O U (Y)
* * * * * Q U I P T I M G * * * * *
It is early, although it's late
It has come, so I no longer wait
They set the trap
I took the bait
Out in the wilderness I have
Met my fate
After following tracks
After warding off their attacks
I have built my shelter
There's no turning back
I [?] have looked @ the calender
But have yet to set a date
I've found the error of my ways
But realized it too late
My poetry is my dying word
Some may think that at twenty two
it sounds so absurd
But in my soul I know I'm fading fast
If I die right now I'd like
Something that lasts
I pray I'm not a sheep
Just following the herd
I'm searching for a sun
But it's fading fast
Item 394
none (earlier draft of ITEM 160 rehab piece)
notebook
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Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014)
Only The Best (2018)
A Lifetime Of Rhyme (2020)
The 714-Page Book (2012)
The Laima Dedication Anthology (2011) - Age when written
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I only free my mind when it's closing time
I only find my way home when I am trolley alone
The only doors I open are the ones that won't slam shut
The only truth I have yet to learn is that enough
I always find myself moving but it's not always up
The only piece of mind I find is lying on the floor
No this is not another fiction and yeah that's
quite far from a fable
I'm simply biding my time
For as long as I am able
But don't get me wrong
I'd never sell myself short
I could pound on my gavel
pass as a saint
When I have to go to court If the world was
a court
In another time on another day
Things might not have been this way
But when I woke up and put on my shoes
I came to the conclusion that everybody pays their dues
Just what device measures wasted time
Tell me who made the ladders we were supposed to climb
I only find my way home when I am trolley alone
The only doors I open are the ones that won't slam shut
The only truth I have yet to learn is that enough
I always find myself moving but it's not always up
The only piece of mind I find is lying on the floor
No this is not another fiction and yeah that's
quite far from a fable
I'm simply biding my time
For as long as I am able
But don't get me wrong
I'd never sell myself short
I could pound on my gavel
pass as a saint
When I have to go to court If the world was
a court
In another time on another day
Things might not have been this way
But when I woke up and put on my shoes
I came to the conclusion that everybody pays their dues
Just what device measures wasted time
Tell me who made the ladders we were supposed to climb
Item 395
The whole worlds a fight
Sheets of lined notebook paper written in pencil and blue ink with small paper number markers.
- Why it matters
- Tom writes this
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Tom writes thisthe old category list says: DRUGS & ALCOHOL (not checked by Tom)
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- ON THE 34 ALBUMSThe Cost of Light [S20] · as the song PERFECT WORLDmatched 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)
The November 2024 Collection (2024)
Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014)
180 Good Poems (2012)
Only The Best (2018)
A Lifetime Of Rhyme (2020)
The 714-Page Book (2012)
The Laima Dedication Anthology (2011)
34 Albums, Books 1 and 2 (2026)
Chomskian Poems (2011)
Finished Song Lyrics (2011)
Revised 31 Albums With Index (2024)
Tom Jensen Lyrics (2019) - Age when written
- written by age 29 at the latestdated from the earliest book it appears in - the sheet itself may be older
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The whole worlds a fight
I can't get no peace
I've spent my whole life
Looking for what I can't see
for what will never be
The only thing to set me free
Is An unknown memory
Somehow, somewhere lives inside of me
A locked door to which there is no key
---
The whole world's a fight I can't
get no peace
My mind gets disrupted when its
at ease
An uphill battle right from the
start
Feet so busy walking seperate from
the heart
When was the last time you
noticed the moon?
I'm surprised you've forgotten
so soon
So concerned about the future that the
Present pest is gone
Never time to stand still we just keep
moving on
Take a break before you break
We're all judged by the choices we
make
I can't get no peace
I've spent my whole life
Looking for what I can't see
for what will never be
The only thing to set me free
Is An unknown memory
Somehow, somewhere lives inside of me
A locked door to which there is no key
---
The whole world's a fight I can't
get no peace
My mind gets disrupted when its
at ease
An uphill battle right from the
start
Feet so busy walking seperate from
the heart
When was the last time you
noticed the moon?
I'm surprised you've forgotten
so soon
So concerned about the future that the
Present pest is gone
Never time to stand still we just keep
moving on
Take a break before you break
We're all judged by the choices we
make
Item 396
none (2-page group)
ILLUSTRATED - cliff + falling figure drawn down right margin
- Why it matters
- Tom writes this
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- Tom writes this
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- IN A BOOKThe November 2024 Collection (2024)
Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014)
Only The Best (2018)
A Lifetime Of Rhyme (2020)
The 714-Page Book (2012)
The Laima Dedication Anthology (2011)
34 Albums, Books 1 and 2 (2026)
Revised 31 Albums With Index (2024)
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If you believe in lies
Then your hands are tied
Self-crucified
You are still chained
In elders so wise
From them the truth still does hide
Walk in trance of the hypnotized
Nothing has changed
And their surmons surmise
In faith there is no compromise
Deal with Problems yet to be rectified
Today and yesterday are the same
The day the Savior does rise
They shall all stand by his side
Though Countless have died
For religion's name
But what does it symbolize
When the only hope to unify
Is for the laws of science to be defied
When the earth's engulfed in flame
What does it signify
When men have yet to visualize
Every instrument of the orchestra harmonize
When every piece is on the stage?
Then your hands are tied
Self-crucified
You are still chained
In elders so wise
From them the truth still does hide
Walk in trance of the hypnotized
Nothing has changed
And their surmons surmise
In faith there is no compromise
Deal with Problems yet to be rectified
Today and yesterday are the same
The day the Savior does rise
They shall all stand by his side
Though Countless have died
For religion's name
But what does it symbolize
When the only hope to unify
Is for the laws of science to be defied
When the earth's engulfed in flame
What does it signify
When men have yet to visualize
Every instrument of the orchestra harmonize
When every piece is on the stage?
Item 397
none (rotated)
Handwritten text on a torn sheet of spiral-bound notebook paper.
- Why it matters
- Tom writes this
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
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- Tom writes this
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- ON THE 34 ALBUMSKneel, Heal and Rise [S16] ; Liminal State [S15] · as the song TRIANGLE ; MESSY ROOMmatched on the words: three or more seven-word runs shared with that song
IN A BOOK200 Poems Waiting For Music (2013)
The November 2024 Collection (2024)
Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014)
180 Good Poems (2012)
Only The Best (2018)
A Lifetime Of Rhyme (2020)
The 714-Page Book (2012)
The Laima Dedication Anthology (2011)
34 Albums, Books 1 and 2 (2026)
Chomskian Poems (2011)
Finished Song Lyrics (2011)
Revised 31 Albums With Index (2024)
Tom Jensen Lyrics (2019) - Age when written
- written by age 32 at the latestdated from the earliest book it appears in - the sheet itself may be older
Price · Tier · Tom fills these
The only picture of this piece
The words on this page
The light of another day, a fresh page in the book
I've been searching for so long that I don't know
where else to look
Have you seen her? The one with diamonds
in her eyes
A heart of solid gold and a tongue that
never lies
Yes I saw her once but I let her slip away
A picture's worth a thousand words so what
was I to say?
I've sketched her into memory until we
meet again
Her faded footprints still cross my mind
every now and then
The nature of the beast is cruel though acceptance
has been learned
The dwindling hour glass of time has taught
that it cannot be turned
---
The laws we have obeyed
[crossed out text]
The crosses we have made
The lessons we've learned
The fires we've burned
What we have found
Many faces looking down
The echoes of words
The first time they were heard
The small hands that have grown
And the fists that were thrown
The roads we've traveled
The fabric that's unraveled
Foundations that have cracked
The hunted we have tracked
I've been searching for so long that I don't know
where else to look
Have you seen her? The one with diamonds
in her eyes
A heart of solid gold and a tongue that
never lies
Yes I saw her once but I let her slip away
A picture's worth a thousand words so what
was I to say?
I've sketched her into memory until we
meet again
Her faded footprints still cross my mind
every now and then
The nature of the beast is cruel though acceptance
has been learned
The dwindling hour glass of time has taught
that it cannot be turned
---
The laws we have obeyed
[crossed out text]
The crosses we have made
The lessons we've learned
The fires we've burned
What we have found
Many faces looking down
The echoes of words
The first time they were heard
The small hands that have grown
And the fists that were thrown
The roads we've traveled
The fabric that's unraveled
Foundations that have cracked
The hunted we have tracked