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Lost Soul
I am only a dreamer in a wicked old world
Made up of deception corruption and wars
Tormented and beaten forgotten denied
With drugs and additions so many lies
Dreams were shattered pain is within
Years of anger mistrust and betrayal

Can you hear me crying as the tears they flow?
As I fight the demons in the depth of my soul

Not to know ones self where can I go?
I am lost in the shadows nobody knows
Walking the path finding the gate
There’s a key just waiting in its hiding place

Walking the path which way to go
To see to know to walk all alone
A chance to take a warm hand in mine
I am troubled confused energy gone
I am now on the path but still all alone all alone

Can you hear me crying as the tears they flow?
As I fight the demons in the depth of my soul
Can you hear me crying as the tears they flow?
As I fight the demons in the depth of my soul




Written by
Dorothy Calvert
Copyrights©

as i lay on my back
with comforting thoughts that i lack
i look into the sky
and still i ask them why
i get lost in my thoughts
that this pain has brought
i live in this furry
but no one has a worry
the feeling will soon subside
my emotions taking me for a ride
up and down and all around
my whole world that they surround
the blood drips slow
but who cares to know
they leave me less of a man
but i think that was her whole plan
the stars seem so distant
thats how i feel in this instant
nothing has filled this void
and still i feel so annoyed
poeple say that they are there
but when you need them the most they aren't anywhere
still these feelings are trapped
like a rabied rat
they eat and they feast
like a blood hungry beast
leaving nothing left inside
but a worthless mans pride
waiting for the end to come
from the good ..i still run
it is so hard to trust
it always ends up a bust
i hear the whispers
i feel the stares
like anyone out there trully cares
they say love is a bliss
well love dont leave you like this
as the stars fade away
the demons come out to play
they dance on your heart
and spit on your soul
continuing life this way will soon take its toll
it puts a spear through your chest
and the wound will do the rest
as the blood spits and spurts
finally ....nothing left to hurt
as my sight grows dim
i am on my last limb
my breathe grows short
this was the last resort
the midnight sky
never told me why
it left me to cry
and to still wonder why
tell my mother i love her
let the boys know i cared
and i will see them when there time comes..when im already there
they look into the midnight sky
now they ask themselves why
why didnt i see
what he was trying to tell me
now that he is gone
ill never know what was wrong..........

Come travel with me and journey into the past
As I walk in the moccasin of my ancestors
Hear the echo’s of the voices that cry out in the night
As an awaking spreads across the land
Hear the sound of there anguish pain
There chanting as they walked the trail of tears
Feel the sharp rocks rip at the soles of there feet
Feel the hunger the sorrow the pain
On the horizon of many moons
For this path of death will never be forgotten
The cries of my ancestors shall live on
As the moon reflects its self on the flowing water
And the mountains forever hold there secrets
In the darkness of the night
A lone wolf answers the call of the wild
Forever reminding us of the trail of tears

Written by
Dorothy Calvert
Copyrights ©

A CANDLE BURNS
Mitacha with your eyes so green
Your hair as black as the raven’s wings
Heart is as cold as the freezing rain
You now are lost to the devil’s game
We shared a dream but it didn’t last
Like the wine and roses in the past
You’re flying high and chasing dreams
You’re running wild in a shallow stream
You’ll ride this storm through the dead of night
For your flying high on DRUGS to night
Tomorrow you’ll find you’ll all alone
You’ll have no place that you call home
The fire will burn and the scars will show
Within the dark your blood shall flow
Taking your mind your body and soul
LUCIFER WINS HE NOW HAS CONTROL
Please say no to drugs

Written by
Dorothy Calvert
Copyrights ©

With in the Shadows

Why must thou go into the valley of the dead?
Among the dark shadows that linger
With in the cold mist
Searching franticly for the unforeseen
Within the ocean depth
Not knowing what may lie beneath
Lost in the dust
We are travelers of time
The mystery’s of the phantoms
Rise from there watery graves
As the fog lingers over them
To keep their secrets forever hidden
On the cruel and hostile shores of life

Written By
Dorothy Elaine Calvert

ONE DAY I MET A BEAUTIFUL GIRL
I COULDNT TALK THAT TIME
BUT I GAVE HER A FLOWER
WITH LOVE
SHE THREW AWAY THE FLOWER
AND WALKED AWAY SOON
BUT, THAT WAS MY HEART...

As time goes by
I miss you more
The days get so lonely
The nights just drag on
The days turn into weeks
The weeks into months
I try to smile
But to no avail
I'm missing you too much
Friends say I should move on
I ask them, how do I do that?
Then I ask, have you ever been in love?
They look at me
They never say a word
Their silence says it all

So I ask,
How can you give advise
About something you know nothing about

I'm still hoping and praying
That one day I'll wake up
To find
It's been just a bad dream

So now as I get ready to leave
To head back to my home
I tidy up a bit
Sweep away the leaves
Trim the grass
Then I dust off her head stone
I lay my hand there for a minute
I whisper a few words
I know, only she can hear
I walk away like I always do
Tears falling, heart breaking and wondering
When does the pain go away

From a Chinese song (translated by Emilan)

It's raining now
What can I do
I miss you
But dare not call you
Reasons can't be found

Why is the sound of insomnia
Getting so familar
The silent scenes
Take your place
And keep me company
Listening to raindrops

Expecting
Makes me more and more addicted
Who is the same with me
His the one is too late to come

Falling for you
I can always learn
How loneliness feels

Taking an unbrella alone
Wiping the tears alone
It's tiring being alone

What kind of rain
What kind of night
And what kind of me
That can mek you miss more

How heavy the rain is
How dark the night is
Could let me have your consideration

If without me
You couldn't tell those differences
Maybe approaching
Could be a bit more

Don't say that you will be sad
Don't say that you want to change
The person who's being loved
Needn't appologize


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The glint of a bottle, the echo of a scream
The crushing of souls, the end of dreams

The stench of the ashtray, the burning fire
The tortured soul, the overwhelming desire

A cobweb in the corner, a fly at it’s last
A goodbye to the future, a yearning for the past

A smile from the heart, a tear from the eye
A lust unrequited, a hazy goodbye

A child without shelter, a house not a home
A mother empty, a father alone

A love without compassion, a hatred without rage
The movement of time, the turn of the page

A woman incomplete, a shadow of a man
A child abandoned, an empty can

A life without living, a soul without light
A time to change, seek not this plight.

I feel for every step I’ve took for every footprint I’ve made

I’m stepping on someone’s teardrops, dried in the desert sand

The teardrops that escaped the strands of nature’s mop

Are these the teardrops of those who walked before I walked?


I feel I am here all alone, but fighting next to my brothers and sisters

In this strange land, unlike like any other many walk along

Many have cried, many have died calling their distant mothers, fathers, sons, brothers, daughters and sisters

Yet, I step in their footsteps, their emotions squalled into mine running down as a gutter rush of blood

Fearing the next step I take a deep breath; it may be my last, my last tear falling in the sand, unknown to others and not seen by man

I want the future to remember my last steps, my last tears that fell here that soaked in the barren sand

At my last ride, I want people to know of my fears; hopefully by then, no one will

have to walk in my footsteps, they shall not know war and that life is not always fair