Any time of the day you can come
And tell me all your problems
Any day of the week I’ll be waiting
For you to come and see me
Any time that you like
I’ll be here thinking about you
Any where that you go I’ll be waiting
For you to come back

Cause we’ve got time for tomorrow’s
We’ve got time for today
Cause as long as I have/insult you
There’s nothing we need to say

We’ve got time for the future
We’ve got time for the past
Cause every time that I hold you
I know that our love will last.

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LONG ROAD

Posted: 09/08/2015 in WHOCANTOPIT Book of Poetry
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Nobody said the road was a straight one.
But I know for me it’s always the long one.
I’ve never been one to ask for a short cut
Or look for a way to the end of the rainbow
So don’t tell me that I’m taking the wrong road
Just because I’m taking the long road

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BY ANOTHER NAME

Posted: 09/08/2015 in WHOCANTOPIT Book of Poetry
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Well he’s lived for a long time
He’s been many places
And seen many people
And tried to lend a hand
Wherever he could
He has many names
I call him the tortoise
Perhaps you know him by another
It makes no difference whatever you call him
But I think his father calls him Jesus

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The sun comes up on another day and it’s getting close to time.
To get out of bed, have the paper read and head to that job of mine.

But that’s okay
really that’s okay
It may be the typical grind.
It’s not what I want
Not what I need
But everyday and everything is mine.

Holding on and hanging out
Is not what I know to do.
Holding fast or running scared
From what’s in front of you.

Being free is being me
And knowing what I know.
Letting you see what’s inside of me
Is all I have to show.

But that’s okay
That’s really okay
It may not seem like much to you.
That’s okay
It’s quite okay
Cause it sure gives me plenty to do.

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Crazy bout the weekend
Crazy week indeed

Understanding hard pressed thoughts
Sowing long planted seeds
Raking leaves not yet so old
As to have moved far from the tree

crazy people stay here
Crazy people leave

I was walking only yesterday
Though it seems much more than a heartache away
I had not yet swallowed
All my pride nor given up on today

Crazy people stay here
Crazy people leave

Stay here cause you wanna
Stay here cause you bleed
Sunlight’s not the piranha
Your desires just a need

Crazy people stay here
Crazy people leave

Umbical and imbicile
Not a motto or a creed
Unjugulated and rehabilitated
Delighted in the planting of seeds

Crazy people stay here
Crazy people leave

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He always told me
He never showed me
How I was supposed to be
He always led me
He always fed me
How was I supposed to see
He was using me

Stop, turn around, take your turn at breaking away
Ain’t no reason for him to stay
It’s getting pretty crowded anyway
He took his best shot and made his best play
Now its time for him to be on his way
He’s got to move today

Yeah he always loved me
But he put others above me
And I was too blind to see
He always pleased me
It all was just to tease me
Now its time that I break free

It’s my turn to break away
Ain’t no reason for me to stay
It’s too crowded anyway
Took my best shot and made my best play
Now its time for me to be on my way
I’m moving on today

Hey is anyone going my way?

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A reason to react, no balance just a counter attack.
Seeing is believing, while wait for those a leaving.
Some said it’s just the way it is.
For thought or all the naught.
The big blue marble always makes the call.
Half baked, no one to shake.
The things we see should tell it all.
Things at an end, no one to pretend.
That all we’ve done doesn’t count.
For much duality meets brutality.
One or the other may give us the touch.
True love Elise’s most of the time.
If you can find it, give a strong hug from me.
Always on the take, if sometimes on the make.
Bring if strong we are still the free.

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