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Triangle LightsTriangle LightsTriangle Lights
By: Doug Gealy
Triangle Lights Spinning around Taking its time To spin around
Triangle lights Curious but They won't stay awhile
Other places To look down upon So much sky
So much sky to reach for Come on down
Unknown
Smothering closed minds It was time Time to learn
Time to realize
Time to question Without a frown
Mysteries are watching
What are these shapes
What do they want Rotate around
What do they want


Time Rolls OnTime Rolls OnTime Rolls On
By: Doug Gealy
Time rolls on
With or without memories worth a past
Let the good times roll Let the bad ones out the door And you will be free again Free again Free at last
Time passed Let the rest Be the best ticks you've ever had It's your turn now
Let the good times roll Let the bad ones out the door It's your turn now
Before we die We remember life as a whole
Make it last Let the good times roll
Live while you can
Don't die without a past Rememb


Just Around the CornerJust Around the CornerJust Around the Corner
By: Doug Gealy
Just around the corner
Just around the corner
Shrieking footstep upon leaves The unknown shouts to movement
Steps in a curious direction Destination as unclear as an end
As a destiny yet to be unfolded
Who and where as unclear as to who and to where they are leading
Walking through a night
Into the darkness
To be out of the loop
Or aware
Something
Something Someone is coming Searching for the unaware
Unaware unprepared


There Was a Day That Felt OldI string words upon the branches of a tree, A jumbled collage of emotions, thought They dangle and sway in the breeze One by one, interpretations are caught The words scatter and flutter, A never ending riddle I look up to the sky, I want to cry My eyes drift downward, fall vacantly Upon short-cut grass, so very dry A sign of the times - the decay of society Everything is grey, transparent and fleeting I see the colours fade from my eyes, like broken barricades And I'm hanging my words, wishing To stop this lamenting. Oh, how misery parades Itself around my soThere Was a Day That Felt Old
Dock at Dusk
9-3-09 XXIII
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Thou shalt not be the bringer of thy hearts cure. Jestering illusions of thy soul, thee truth is not for use to know.
Come with me now where there is no darkness, close your eyes.
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exIst
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~Nobody likes the records that I play~
I am still wondering about the Pikachus and the battery acid!
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...And stuff.
:Insert blatantly sarcastic statement here:
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