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Item 662
I know you wish you were here
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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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I know you wish you were here
Holding me this very moment
Surpingly So Suddenly you disappeared
Called me to tell me you were going
Then Something was stolen from me
But I can't erase you from my memory
We both agree that some things will never be
And now that you've left me
I wish I could rewrite history
Yesterday has passed and tomorrow is just
a mystery
I won't forget your last kiss to me
And even though you never meant
That much to me
It's still sort of sad to see you leave
Holding me this very moment
Surpingly So Suddenly you disappeared
Called me to tell me you were going
Then Something was stolen from me
But I can't erase you from my memory
We both agree that some things will never be
And now that you've left me
I wish I could rewrite history
Yesterday has passed and tomorrow is just
a mystery
I won't forget your last kiss to me
And even though you never meant
That much to me
It's still sort of sad to see you leave
Item 663
The soul of a slave is filled with rage
White paper plate featuring handwritten text in black ink arranged in a spiral.
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The saga of a slave is filled with rage. Is one which you can never forget it. And there are some like us who can never cover your face. As you question your race. Pretending that you never. Let it effect you. Since there's no, "take two"
Item 664
As trees become naked
Lined notebook paper written on in black ink.
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As trees become naked
little animals start to hide
Big And bears become bashful
And swallow their pride
Birds start flapping their wings
The night becomes greedy
sunlight as light gradually fades away
Some old people Go to Florida
And some others stay old people stay
little animals start to hide
Big And bears become bashful
And swallow their pride
Birds start flapping their wings
The night becomes greedy
sunlight as light gradually fades away
Some old people Go to Florida
And some others stay old people stay
Item 665
a poet, journalist, novelist, a sports writer
A piece of lined notebook paper with handwritten text in green ink, presented alongside three small square paper slips with handwritten numbers.
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- IN A BOOK200 Poems Waiting For Music (2013)
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)
Finished Song Lyrics (2011) - Age when written
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Another monday morning
Following a sleepless sunday night
Groggy tired and yawning
Seems to be the story of your life
it's amazing you can [?]
living off thirty hours of sleep a week
Tossing and turning staring at the ceiling
[?] counting sheep
Either that or else you were counting sheep
Many of us know how you're feeling
Living off thirty hours of sleep a week
Tossing and turning staring at the ceiling
Either that or else you were counting sheep
Living paycheck to paycheck
struggling just to pay rent
Tighten up your belt that hangs this [?] loose around your
Thursday night and an empty wallet
Wondering where it all went?
Two full time jobs barely keeps the expenses met
Just enough gas to get back and forth to your [?] job
A few walls and a simple roof above your head
Don't need a door with a lock
For you don't have anything valuable enough
to rob
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a poet, journalist, novelist, a sports writer
a talk show host, a musician, a comedian
a proffesor, a junkee, a historian, a preacher
teacher.
This is what I could do if I made up my mind
Society's forcing me to choose I'm running out of time
The clock is ticking I'm not a little boy anymore
The fruit's ripe for picking but what type of seeds are
in the core?
Oh what's instore?
Following a sleepless sunday night
Groggy tired and yawning
Seems to be the story of your life
it's amazing you can [?]
living off thirty hours of sleep a week
Tossing and turning staring at the ceiling
[?] counting sheep
Either that or else you were counting sheep
Many of us know how you're feeling
Living off thirty hours of sleep a week
Tossing and turning staring at the ceiling
Either that or else you were counting sheep
Living paycheck to paycheck
struggling just to pay rent
Tighten up your belt that hangs this [?] loose around your
Thursday night and an empty wallet
Wondering where it all went?
Two full time jobs barely keeps the expenses met
Just enough gas to get back and forth to your [?] job
A few walls and a simple roof above your head
Don't need a door with a lock
For you don't have anything valuable enough
to rob
---
a poet, journalist, novelist, a sports writer
a talk show host, a musician, a comedian
a proffesor, a junkee, a historian, a preacher
teacher.
This is what I could do if I made up my mind
Society's forcing me to choose I'm running out of time
The clock is ticking I'm not a little boy anymore
The fruit's ripe for picking but what type of seeds are
in the core?
Oh what's instore?
Item 666
The laws we have obeyed
Handwritten poem in dark ink on a single sheet of lined loose-leaf paper, oriented vertically.
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- ON THE 34 ALBUMSLiminal State [S15] · as the song MESSY ROOMmatched on the words: three or more seven-word runs shared with that song
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) - Age when written
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The laws we have obeyed
[illegible crossed out word]
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
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BACKWARDS
IS the
NEW
Forward!
[illegible crossed out word]
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
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BACKWARDS
IS the
NEW
Forward!
Item 667
Well I've been learning about myself
Handwritten text in blue ink on a sheet of lined, torn-edged notebook paper.
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- ON THE 34 ALBUMSBetween Us and Love [SL9] · as the song WITHIN REACHmatched 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)
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)
Finished Song Lyrics (2011)
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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Well I've been learning about myself
All the while I've been yearning for someone
Someone to love me just like you
Someone to erase all the heart ache
That I been through... do you...
Love me?
Is there anything on anyone above me?
Do you? Need me?
Will you take some time to teach me what I've left to learn?
Will you stop playing with fire
Because I'm so sick and tired of gettin' burned
I've been stared at into my soul by a liar
I've lost all control trying to get higher
I'm finally within reach of [?] aspire
It's now smooth sailing where once the straights were dire
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Mother may she sleep in peace
May her spirit be at ease
When you get a call in the middle of the night
The hospital called but she's not alright
Fly, Fly away raven
Go on home back to your safe haven
Fly, Fly away raven
Go on home your work here is done
Mourning in the evening
Mourning at noon
Mourning in the morning
Over a life taken much to soon
A wedding and a funeral
Only three weeks a part
The end of a life
Just as another one starts
All the while I've been yearning for someone
Someone to love me just like you
Someone to erase all the heart ache
That I been through... do you...
Love me?
Is there anything on anyone above me?
Do you? Need me?
Will you take some time to teach me what I've left to learn?
Will you stop playing with fire
Because I'm so sick and tired of gettin' burned
I've been stared at into my soul by a liar
I've lost all control trying to get higher
I'm finally within reach of [?] aspire
It's now smooth sailing where once the straights were dire
---
Mother may she sleep in peace
May her spirit be at ease
When you get a call in the middle of the night
The hospital called but she's not alright
Fly, Fly away raven
Go on home back to your safe haven
Fly, Fly away raven
Go on home your work here is done
Mourning in the evening
Mourning at noon
Mourning in the morning
Over a life taken much to soon
A wedding and a funeral
Only three weeks a part
The end of a life
Just as another one starts
Item 668
Who knew that the ride stopped here?
Handwritten text on lined notebook paper with three small hand-drawn number cards to the left.
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Shorter Lyrics (2013)
The 714-Page Book (2012)
The Laima Dedication Anthology (2011) - Age when written
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Who knew that the ride stoped here?
In the land of frozen lake and polar bears
In a little three-month town
That really nothing near
I used to love the big city lights
But now that love has disappend
Where everynight there was a Friday
night fight
But now it's alright because people are
polite up here
round
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I praise your name
Everyday...
But you're not Jesus
No way
Holy spirit
Divine and True
In the land of frozen lake and polar bears
In a little three-month town
That really nothing near
I used to love the big city lights
But now that love has disappend
Where everynight there was a Friday
night fight
But now it's alright because people are
polite up here
round
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I praise your name
Everyday...
But you're not Jesus
No way
Holy spirit
Divine and True
Item 669
There once was a girl and a guy and me
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There once was a girl and a guy and me
Once there was just us two but then there was three
I once loved her but I let her go
Then he fell in love and he told her so
* She was supercalifragilisticexpialidocious*
My heart dropped but hers
grew for me
I now know how love can grow
---
I've got good ones, bad ones
Happy ones, sad ones
Just tell me the mood that you're in
Once there was just us two but then there was three
I once loved her but I let her go
Then he fell in love and he told her so
* She was supercalifragilisticexpialidocious*
My heart dropped but hers
grew for me
I now know how love can grow
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I've got good ones, bad ones
Happy ones, sad ones
Just tell me the mood that you're in
Item 670
Down in Manchester Bay
Handwritten text in black ink on a piece of lined notebook paper.
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Down in Manchester Bay
A place where [blacked out text] the seagulls
No longer fly
There's an old expression
That all the locals say:
Sometimes you shouldn't bother to wonder why
Here the shore is soaking
Yet the water's always dry
Where faces are always smiling
Yet people still surely cry
Lines form to stare at the sunset
Falling over Great Misery Island
Yet people stand with their head down
And even the children are all silent
A place where [blacked out text] the seagulls
No longer fly
There's an old expression
That all the locals say:
Sometimes you shouldn't bother to wonder why
Here the shore is soaking
Yet the water's always dry
Where faces are always smiling
Yet people still surely cry
Lines form to stare at the sunset
Falling over Great Misery Island
Yet people stand with their head down
And even the children are all silent
Item 672
I stepped out for a breath of fresh air
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Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014)
The 714-Page Book (2012)
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I stepped out for a breath of fresh air
Lit up a smoke and sat down on my stairs
I watched the birds singing from their tree
and wondered why life can't be this simple for me
To live so free, a world with no restraints
To draw on an empty canvass with all these colored paints
Some peace of mind I find some a little inner peace
Then I'll look at what i've done my own masterpiece
I may be an artist but not quite like that
[crossed out: I could've have been]
I couldn't be a baseball player. I had the balls but
not the bat.
Lit up a smoke and sat down on my stairs
I watched the birds singing from their tree
and wondered why life can't be this simple for me
To live so free, a world with no restraints
To draw on an empty canvass with all these colored paints
Some peace of mind I find some a little inner peace
Then I'll look at what i've done my own masterpiece
I may be an artist but not quite like that
[crossed out: I could've have been]
I couldn't be a baseball player. I had the balls but
not the bat.
Item 673
Here it comes - early morning light could be darkness
A sheet of cream-colored lined notebook paper featuring three-hole punch margins.
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Here it comes - early morning light. Could be darkness I've been up all night. Hey excuse me, do you have a light? Suddenly my bulb's not burning bright. Just wanted to have some fun. Uh oh, what has just been done? Uh oh, don't think hell see the sun. I barely knew him, he was a friend of a friend. He aint no more a friend of mine. This could happen a second time.
Item 674
I'm just a young kid who's goin to school
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I'm just a young kid who's goin to school.
A workin class stiff who's never been cool.
I'm twenty years old and i've made my mistakes,
life ain't easy but you do what it takes.
i've been blown out to sea and derailed from my track,
and lifes gotten better once they cut me some slack.
My gulfriend is crazy but she don't get it from me,
i did all i could so i'll let her be.
I'm not too poetic for a shoot from the waist
When neality hits you like a slap in the face it leaves
Your mouth with a bitter taste
I don't have time to beat the bush,
When pullin' don't work it's time to push.
I have no respect
A workin class stiff who's never been cool.
I'm twenty years old and i've made my mistakes,
life ain't easy but you do what it takes.
i've been blown out to sea and derailed from my track,
and lifes gotten better once they cut me some slack.
My gulfriend is crazy but she don't get it from me,
i did all i could so i'll let her be.
I'm not too poetic for a shoot from the waist
When neality hits you like a slap in the face it leaves
Your mouth with a bitter taste
I don't have time to beat the bush,
When pullin' don't work it's time to push.
I have no respect
Item 676
I was so busy being mad at you
Handwritten text on a creased piece of paper with brown spots and stains.
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I was so busy being mad at you
That I forgot to look in the mirror
I guess I just needed a good talking to
Now I see the truth so much clearer
ALL MEN ARE ASS HOLES
ALL MEN SUCK
Just when you think you got a good one
You find out you're fuched!
Nah, Nah, its not quite as bad as they say
That I forgot to look in the mirror
I guess I just needed a good talking to
Now I see the truth so much clearer
ALL MEN ARE ASS HOLES
ALL MEN SUCK
Just when you think you got a good one
You find out you're fuched!
Nah, Nah, its not quite as bad as they say
Item 678
Kick it up a notch
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Kick it up a notch
or two
If that's whatcha gotta
To make it through
Pick up your pace
a bit
In this Race
there's no Quit
When the end seems near
'cause the coast ain't
clear
The whole World is after you!
---
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 there
or two
If that's whatcha gotta
To make it through
Pick up your pace
a bit
In this Race
there's no Quit
When the end seems near
'cause the coast ain't
clear
The whole World is after you!
---
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 there
Item 679
I sit and watch the show
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The 714-Page Book (2012)
The Laima Dedication Anthology (2011) - Age when written
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I sit and watch the snow
When there's no place else to go
It always makes me feel so insignificant
I rise my head up from down below
Staring down the midnight glow
Bowing to the stars they're so magnificent
---
I knew I must be someone special
The night I started writing poems on plates.
The first time I knew I was special
Was the time my paper arrived late
When there's no place else to go
It always makes me feel so insignificant
I rise my head up from down below
Staring down the midnight glow
Bowing to the stars they're so magnificent
---
I knew I must be someone special
The night I started writing poems on plates.
The first time I knew I was special
Was the time my paper arrived late
Item 680
I've been searching for myself
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For I've been searching for myself
Some times, some things
Can not be left to someone else [?]
I've been searching for myself [?]
Yet there are things which we cannot control
I'm still young my heart [?] my experience
[?] all about [?] It's only that's getting old
Sometimes you need a fresh start
When the weather gets cold
And the weather's been cold for quite
Some time
So i've made up my mind
Crossing things off my list one at a time
Here's a check just tell me where to sign
Some times, some things
Can not be left to someone else [?]
I've been searching for myself [?]
Yet there are things which we cannot control
I'm still young my heart [?] my experience
[?] all about [?] It's only that's getting old
Sometimes you need a fresh start
When the weather gets cold
And the weather's been cold for quite
Some time
So i've made up my mind
Crossing things off my list one at a time
Here's a check just tell me where to sign
Item 681
There's a brand new frame hanging on my [wall/book - word obscured]
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There's a brand new picture frame hanging on my shelf
The people in the picture posed so perfectly
I don't care if they're photographs of someone else's family
I've given them all names
To go with their faces
I tell of each ones claim to fame
And of all my made up places
either [scribbled out] where they're going to or else from where they came
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The people in the picture posed so perfectly
I don't care if they're photographs of someone else's family
I've given them all names
To go with their faces
I tell of each ones claim to fame
And of all my made up places
either [scribbled out] where they're going to or else from where they came
CLPRV
Item 682
No, not all the good things have been taken
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No, not all the good things have been taken
We're still here...
Though everything around us is breaking
But from what I hear
+ Exceptional (P.6) your
+ In the warmth of her eyes (P.7)
There is something special
I now realize...
+ box sets
Oh, yes I could let you be...
If that is what you asked of me...
We're still here...
Though everything around us is breaking
But from what I hear
+ Exceptional (P.6) your
+ In the warmth of her eyes (P.7)
There is something special
I now realize...
+ box sets
Oh, yes I could let you be...
If that is what you asked of me...
Item 683
HANDWRITTEN POEM - "THE BIG DAY IS COMING"
lined loose-leaf, 3-hole punched, torn at top edge
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The big day is coming / One day bears your name / Year after year / The time is marked the same / And though people come and go / As the faces change / You know the year ahead / Is going to be strange / Your eyes grow large / You run from the candles / Another year towards responsibility / You're not ready to handle
Item 684
The sun awakes
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The sun awakes another
To [?] start [?] day
Although we know
He's never really gone away
Unlike the man in the moon
who sleeps all after moon
Takes a big long nap
at the end of june
The rings of saturn
flail and [?] dance around
To [?] start [?] day
Although we know
He's never really gone away
Unlike the man in the moon
who sleeps all after moon
Takes a big long nap
at the end of june
The rings of saturn
flail and [?] dance around
Item 685
Drifting...
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Drifting...
Lately I've been drifting
I been thinking
My thoughts they have been shifting
As the cloud is being lifted
Seems I'm gaining new perceptions
It's The gift that keeps on giving
When you don't doubt the life you're living
And trust which way your compass is facing
The direction you've been heading
For right now the good seems good for getting
As you find yourself forgetting...
That you're drifting
Lately I've been drifting
I been thinking
My thoughts they have been shifting
As the cloud is being lifted
Seems I'm gaining new perceptions
It's The gift that keeps on giving
When you don't doubt the life you're living
And trust which way your compass is facing
The direction you've been heading
For right now the good seems good for getting
As you find yourself forgetting...
That you're drifting
Item 686
For The Morning is wiser than the evening
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5 For The morning is wiser than the evening
6 As Ignorance grows bliss with the setting sun
7 Lesson learning often involves grieving
8 For both what you have and havent done
1 Still air can define a lifetime
2 Just as swirling breezes can become too strong
3 Sometimes what's needed is to be thrown a life line
4 To know it's alright when everyone tells you you're wrong
6 As Ignorance grows bliss with the setting sun
7 Lesson learning often involves grieving
8 For both what you have and havent done
1 Still air can define a lifetime
2 Just as swirling breezes can become too strong
3 Sometimes what's needed is to be thrown a life line
4 To know it's alright when everyone tells you you're wrong
Item 687
end verse: They just put my face on the mountain taking step
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end verse: They just put my face on the mountain just for taking a step
I'm at the base of the mountain
and I'm looking up
I've been here before
Everybody knows the story
Way back in yesteryear
I admit that I was scared
But now I've grown up
I'm at the base of the mountain
to face my nemesis
Slowly my pain's healed
My dtepest secrets been revealed
I see you in the crowd
This time I'll do you proud
Ready to face this:
I'm at the base of the mountain
It's my least favorite place
MY LEGS ARE STRONGER
AND THIS TIME I'M GOING LONGER
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Hey Brother can you spare a dime?
I Beg for money all the time
Rather [crossed out text] hold an empty cup.
Than [crossed out text] led life of crime
I'm at the base of the mountain
and I'm looking up
I've been here before
Everybody knows the story
Way back in yesteryear
I admit that I was scared
But now I've grown up
I'm at the base of the mountain
to face my nemesis
Slowly my pain's healed
My dtepest secrets been revealed
I see you in the crowd
This time I'll do you proud
Ready to face this:
I'm at the base of the mountain
It's my least favorite place
MY LEGS ARE STRONGER
AND THIS TIME I'M GOING LONGER
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Hey Brother can you spare a dime?
I Beg for money all the time
Rather [crossed out text] hold an empty cup.
Than [crossed out text] led life of crime
Item 688
I follow Your Lead
A piece of white lined notebook paper with handwritten text in black ink, placed next to three small white paper cards with handwritten numbers.
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I follow
YOUR Lead
And Act
As the go-between
For the workers
And the Queen Bee
When she keeps
all the honey
And Gives the hive none
The place starts buzzing
That something mvst be done
~~[crossed out text]~~
ALL OF ANTENIE
ARE AIMED AT ME
---
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
YOUR Lead
And Act
As the go-between
For the workers
And the Queen Bee
When she keeps
all the honey
And Gives the hive none
The place starts buzzing
That something mvst be done
~~[crossed out text]~~
ALL OF ANTENIE
ARE AIMED AT ME
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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
Item 689
it's a good way to die
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It's a good way to die
No, I wouldn't mind goin' out that way
A nice thing to have written on your grave
Lots of people would talk...
I wonder what they'd say?
He shot straight but didn't always
Know [?] sometimes it's best
To just walk away
No, I wouldn't mind goin' out that way
A nice thing to have written on your grave
Lots of people would talk...
I wonder what they'd say?
He shot straight but didn't always
Know [?] sometimes it's best
To just walk away
Item 690
I KNEW HER TOO WELL
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I KNOW HER TOO WELL
She's crazy as Hell
Her brain's turned to Jell
Now Does that ring a bell?
She got nothing to sell
Too many stories too tell
[BLACKED OUT TEXT]
Now does that ring a bell?
wasn't doing so well
Now she's gone clean
No more chasing the dream
and Acting so obscene
her Senses far from Keen
Decked out in punk and gleam
She's crazy as Hell
Her brain's turned to Jell
Now Does that ring a bell?
She got nothing to sell
Too many stories too tell
[BLACKED OUT TEXT]
Now does that ring a bell?
wasn't doing so well
Now she's gone clean
No more chasing the dream
and Acting so obscene
her Senses far from Keen
Decked out in punk and gleam
Item 691
This is the train that'll lead me outta here
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This is the train that'll lead me outta here
Gotta get when the gettin's good
And Now's my time the coast is clear
When you've gone too far and you can't turn back
When they don't know your name they don't
cut you any slack
Get Back On Track
Can't call this home again
Don't come Back
Time to get on the train again
All of a sudden the world's gotten
colder
When there's someone behind you you gotta
look over your shoulder
They say there's a heaven but this sure
ain't it
Just trying to get there is givin' me fits
It would be so easy to be like them
Gotta get when the gettin's good
And Now's my time the coast is clear
When you've gone too far and you can't turn back
When they don't know your name they don't
cut you any slack
Get Back On Track
Can't call this home again
Don't come Back
Time to get on the train again
All of a sudden the world's gotten
colder
When there's someone behind you you gotta
look over your shoulder
They say there's a heaven but this sure
ain't it
Just trying to get there is givin' me fits
It would be so easy to be like them
Item 692
ON ANOTHER PLANE
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ON ANOTHER PLANE
Sit on my steps stare at a plane in the sky
Crash and burn two hundred thirty people die
Now I don't see things quite the same
Could have been me that was on that plane.
Talking about vacation, talking to my friend
Talking about work, talking about the end
Read in the paper there no remains found
Imagine the captain's voice saying
Smoke 'em if you got 'em
We're going down
Living is what happens only day to day
You can see how quick it all fades away
Sit on my steps stare at a plane in the sky
Crash and burn two hundred thirty people die
Now I don't see things quite the same
Could have been me that was on that plane.
Talking about vacation, talking to my friend
Talking about work, talking about the end
Read in the paper there no remains found
Imagine the captain's voice saying
Smoke 'em if you got 'em
We're going down
Living is what happens only day to day
You can see how quick it all fades away
Item 693
On the cusp of greatness
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on the cusp of greatness
Yet so unknowing
The grace and lovliness
that I see showing
in your eyes
and on your face
STILL POSSESSING A devilish grin
that's no lie
One of your best traits
I tell it, straight
You're glowing
I for get where I WAS going
And I have to start all over again
Yet so unknowing
The grace and lovliness
that I see showing
in your eyes
and on your face
STILL POSSESSING A devilish grin
that's no lie
One of your best traits
I tell it, straight
You're glowing
I for get where I WAS going
And I have to start all over again
Item 694
If I could just learn to play this here damn Guitar
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If I could just learn to play this
here damn guitar
I'd go get up the stage and show 'em
I'm a star
And then one day maybe I could sing
Get my song on the radio
Make my money off [?] royalties
Get treated like a king
And maybe I could go on tour,
Say hello, Hola, Priviet and bonjor
That'd be so much better
than what I'm doin' now (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
Just need a believer in me baby
Someone to pull some strings
Someone who knows how
here damn guitar
I'd go get up the stage and show 'em
I'm a star
And then one day maybe I could sing
Get my song on the radio
Make my money off [?] royalties
Get treated like a king
And maybe I could go on tour,
Say hello, Hola, Priviet and bonjor
That'd be so much better
than what I'm doin' now (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
Just need a believer in me baby
Someone to pull some strings
Someone who knows how
Item 696
I got nothing against you - kill or be killed
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I got nothing against you - kill or be
killed
But they shouldn't have sent you - kill
or be killed
Run back home - my sight is set on
your head
Run back home - my chamber is full
of lead
The hunter and the hunted
Is this what you wanted?
I don't know your birthday but I
know the second date to be placed
on your stone
So sorry for your mother, Although
you'll be carried by six at least
you're going home
You've died for your country and
now you're a hero
I'm still fighting for mine and labelled
a zero
You're only remembered when you're
not around
After you're dismembered and only
half of you's found
---
Such a complicated subject this matter of war
Inspired
by saving
private
Ryan,
why so much
loss?
killed
But they shouldn't have sent you - kill
or be killed
Run back home - my sight is set on
your head
Run back home - my chamber is full
of lead
The hunter and the hunted
Is this what you wanted?
I don't know your birthday but I
know the second date to be placed
on your stone
So sorry for your mother, Although
you'll be carried by six at least
you're going home
You've died for your country and
now you're a hero
I'm still fighting for mine and labelled
a zero
You're only remembered when you're
not around
After you're dismembered and only
half of you's found
---
Such a complicated subject this matter of war
Inspired
by saving
private
Ryan,
why so much
loss?
Item 697
She left for work without saying goodbye
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She left for work
without saying goodbye
just shook her head
and then rolled her eyes
I'm not sure
what I did to her
Because when you wake and bake (gettin' high)
Your mornings a blur
My little black cat jumped on my bed
He looked at me and this what he said:
Get up open up the door and let me out
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13 Waking up to a cold and breezy september morning
13 You feel uneasy without any kind of warning
13 Perhaps you had a bad dream that you can't remember
13 door in your mind burst at the seams you had to enter
9 Ghosts from your past are no longer trapped
89 And they are slowly gaining control
9 Skeletons from your closet now ask
9 Will you finally pay us all what you owe?
9 Sleeping dogs have begun to bark
9 There is just no avoiding this fact
9 Each day earlier the sky grows dark
9 Every night the sky becomes more black
without saying goodbye
just shook her head
and then rolled her eyes
I'm not sure
what I did to her
Because when you wake and bake (gettin' high)
Your mornings a blur
My little black cat jumped on my bed
He looked at me and this what he said:
Get up open up the door and let me out
---
13 Waking up to a cold and breezy september morning
13 You feel uneasy without any kind of warning
13 Perhaps you had a bad dream that you can't remember
13 door in your mind burst at the seams you had to enter
9 Ghosts from your past are no longer trapped
89 And they are slowly gaining control
9 Skeletons from your closet now ask
9 Will you finally pay us all what you owe?
9 Sleeping dogs have begun to bark
9 There is just no avoiding this fact
9 Each day earlier the sky grows dark
9 Every night the sky becomes more black
Item 698
To I never been to disney land
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No I never been to disney land
And I never shook no president hand
I rarely shave and got a farmer's tan
Never know where to go
Or where I stand
I'm just an average Joe, you know
Tryin' my best to fit in
Doin' everything I can to blend
Just like every other kid
---
Aeola, lady of the Wind
Up on the topsof the mountains
Or down across the field to the streams
Foot prints that lead to the ocean
Following a trail to her dreams
Through the bright lights of the city
And I never shook no president hand
I rarely shave and got a farmer's tan
Never know where to go
Or where I stand
I'm just an average Joe, you know
Tryin' my best to fit in
Doin' everything I can to blend
Just like every other kid
---
Aeola, lady of the Wind
Up on the topsof the mountains
Or down across the field to the streams
Foot prints that lead to the ocean
Following a trail to her dreams
Through the bright lights of the city
Item 699
I have spied the dawn of a new age
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(in margin, vertically) Use something else
I have spied the dawn of a new age
where all lies are gone
I have [crossed out] a new page
turned to
Writing of all the wrongs
I have crawled through the filth and waste
Just to try to put a smile on your face
When I fell down when I couldn't keep pace
Couldn't bare the weight of the human race
Please don't be mad at me for giving in
You know I tried my best I really did
I been so sad I couldn't keep it hid
Keeps haunting me what I've been living with
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I have spied the dawn of a new age
where all lies are gone
I have [crossed out] a new page
turned to
Writing of all the wrongs
I have crawled through the filth and waste
Just to try to put a smile on your face
When I fell down when I couldn't keep pace
Couldn't bare the weight of the human race
Please don't be mad at me for giving in
You know I tried my best I really did
I been so sad I couldn't keep it hid
Keeps haunting me what I've been living with
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Item 700
I found a cat living in a boat
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I found a cat
living in a boat
And the boat is in my yard
All summer it has sat there
Covered up by a tarp
And there's a skunk
Sleeping underneath a plow
When the cat goes to bed
Then the skunk comes out
That's what this world is
coming to
My back yard has become a zoo
Image the farms are even worse than this
when you can barely fit all the people in
There's no place left for any animals to live
living in a boat
And the boat is in my yard
All summer it has sat there
Covered up by a tarp
And there's a skunk
Sleeping underneath a plow
When the cat goes to bed
Then the skunk comes out
That's what this world is
coming to
My back yard has become a zoo
Image the farms are even worse than this
when you can barely fit all the people in
There's no place left for any animals to live
Item 701
PAPELBON'S SONG
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617 779 3535
The bull dog is here!!!
Look at those eyes...
They show no fear
The bull dog is here...
He's an angry man
With that Bob Gibson stare
The bull dog is here!!!
Baseball is his life
And sometimes life isn't fair
The bull dog is here!!!
PAPELBON'S SONG
So sing with me it's sweet victory one, two, three
Rise up out of your chair
The bull dog is here!!!
Look at those eyes...
They show no fear
The bull dog is here!!!
He's an angry man
With that Bob Gibson stare
The bull dog is here!!!
Baseball is life
And sometimes life isn't fair...
The bull dog is here!!!
The bull dog is here!!!
Look at those eyes...
They show no fear
The bull dog is here...
He's an angry man
With that Bob Gibson stare
The bull dog is here!!!
Baseball is his life
And sometimes life isn't fair
The bull dog is here!!!
PAPELBON'S SONG
So sing with me it's sweet victory one, two, three
Rise up out of your chair
The bull dog is here!!!
Look at those eyes...
They show no fear
The bull dog is here!!!
He's an angry man
With that Bob Gibson stare
The bull dog is here!!!
Baseball is life
And sometimes life isn't fair...
The bull dog is here!!!
Item 702
It's the change that we needed
A piece of lined notebook paper containing handwritten lyrics or poem drafts in blue ink, with some circular scribbles and text written in the margins.
- Why it matters
- Tom writes this
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Tom writes this
- Published in
- IN A BOOKTom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
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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But new chapters divine sublime
[scribbled text: Watching a black face in a white house, pack up and move out, kinda funny when the white guy who's heading back down south]
1 A . . . . . B It's the change that we needed
2 A . . open . . B Just in the nick of time
3 A . . . . . B Four hundred years of pain's been defeated
4 A . . open . . B Not through war but a ballot box line
5 A . . . . . B Though History can never be deleted
this chapter to date is sublime
Black Face in the window of a white house
Watching the former owner says goodbye
He's packing up his bags and finally moving out
Kinda ironic this time it's the white guy
who's heading back down south
As he hands over the keys you can hear him sigh
MLK may have had a dream...
Almost fifty years is past
That dream is fast
Fifty years later that dream is real
Today's the day the times have changed
the day the wounds have healed
[scribbled text: Watching a black face in a white house, pack up and move out, kinda funny when the white guy who's heading back down south]
1 A . . . . . B It's the change that we needed
2 A . . open . . B Just in the nick of time
3 A . . . . . B Four hundred years of pain's been defeated
4 A . . open . . B Not through war but a ballot box line
5 A . . . . . B Though History can never be deleted
this chapter to date is sublime
Black Face in the window of a white house
Watching the former owner says goodbye
He's packing up his bags and finally moving out
Kinda ironic this time it's the white guy
who's heading back down south
As he hands over the keys you can hear him sigh
MLK may have had a dream...
Almost fifty years is past
That dream is fast
Fifty years later that dream is real
Today's the day the times have changed
the day the wounds have healed
Item 704
I heard about an accident on the train
A piece of lined notebook paper.
- Why it matters
- Tom writes this
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Tom writes this
- Published in
- IN A BOOKShorter Lyrics (2013)
- Age when written
- written by age 34 at the latestdated from the earliest book it appears in - the sheet itself may be older
- Copies
- 3 in the catalogue · also written out as number 1041, 1401matched on the words by machine - Tom confirms
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I heard about an accident
on the train I usually take
This morning I overslept
Usually I'm never late
Somewhere along the line
Some one made a mistake
As the two trains collided
Enough blood to fill a lake
It took nearly three days
For all the passenger cars to seperate
These next words
Give me reason to hesitate
On what I will now say
First I must meditate...
On the other train
Was my son's favorite playmate
Along with his mom
who was seven months pregnant
on the train I usually take
This morning I overslept
Usually I'm never late
Somewhere along the line
Some one made a mistake
As the two trains collided
Enough blood to fill a lake
It took nearly three days
For all the passenger cars to seperate
These next words
Give me reason to hesitate
On what I will now say
First I must meditate...
On the other train
Was my son's favorite playmate
Along with his mom
who was seven months pregnant
Item 705
Help I've fallen and I can't get up -
A handwritten poem on a single sheet of lined notebook paper.
- Why it matters
- Tom writes this
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Tom writes this
- Published in
- IN A BOOKTom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
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
- Copies
- 3 in the catalogue · also written out as number 507, 1025matched on the words by machine - Tom confirms
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BRIDGE
The invisible gap between sons and Fathers
Often seems like the Grand Canyon long
But the truth of why lies hidden
Beneath each others eyes
As we forget so conveniently
It is because of these men that we are born
Why do they seem so far away
with each breath we taky and
more and more every day that we live
Divided like the night and day
No one's ever crossed the bridge
Is the way too narrow
The Ropes too weak
Are the distance of a potential fall
Far too high to the bottom of the creek?
Is the fear of failure
Why so few have tried to get across
But in never knowing of the other side
So much is lost
---
B C D E F G H I J K L M N P Q R S T V W X Y Z
Help I've fallen and I can't get up -
I've just taken my last step
Give me a minute to catch my breath.
I still don't know why you left?
It wasn't right
Why did we fight?
We've been through this all before
Hasn't it become a bore?
I wanted you you wanted more
No longer will this key unlock your door
I once saw us together til the end of time
I can see that I was blind.
Why do you treat me so unkind?
I'm heart broken and you don't seem to mind.
The invisible gap between sons and Fathers
Often seems like the Grand Canyon long
But the truth of why lies hidden
Beneath each others eyes
As we forget so conveniently
It is because of these men that we are born
Why do they seem so far away
with each breath we taky and
more and more every day that we live
Divided like the night and day
No one's ever crossed the bridge
Is the way too narrow
The Ropes too weak
Are the distance of a potential fall
Far too high to the bottom of the creek?
Is the fear of failure
Why so few have tried to get across
But in never knowing of the other side
So much is lost
---
B C D E F G H I J K L M N P Q R S T V W X Y Z
Help I've fallen and I can't get up -
I've just taken my last step
Give me a minute to catch my breath.
I still don't know why you left?
It wasn't right
Why did we fight?
We've been through this all before
Hasn't it become a bore?
I wanted you you wanted more
No longer will this key unlock your door
I once saw us together til the end of time
I can see that I was blind.
Why do you treat me so unkind?
I'm heart broken and you don't seem to mind.
Item 706
I heard a lot of love songs where the girl got away.
A sheet of lined notebook paper with handwritten text in ink and three small hand-drawn number squares to the left.
- Why it matters
- Tom writes this
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Tom writes this
- Published in
- IN A BOOKShorter Lyrics (2013)
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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I heard alot of love songs where the girl got away,
I started writing my own when my girl said she'd stay,
"You better goto rehab if you wanna stay with me,"
"Where white coated men will bound you and say its for your security."
Bound me Bound may be too strong, more like strongly secured,
Found has been my better half, but the illness still needs a cure,
I've cried to sleep too many nights since she went away,
I started writing my own when my girl said she'd stay,
"You better goto rehab if you wanna stay with me,"
"Where white coated men will bound you and say its for your security."
Bound me Bound may be too strong, more like strongly secured,
Found has been my better half, but the illness still needs a cure,
I've cried to sleep too many nights since she went away,