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If I am blind
my heart will still see.
all I need now
A new start

If I am deaf
my heart still will hear,
what I need to know
I hear it quite clear.

If for some reason
I have no thought
My heart always knows
what thou has wrought

If I cant feel
my heart it must stop
If it does stop
I will start it back up
If it does stop
I will start it back up

I love music
and I love car's
but the rhythm's carry me
far out past the stars

The sounds fill me deeply
deep to my core
I can listen all day
then listen some more

The engine of music
is throbbing with life
To make beautiful music
is to make love to your wife

If I couldn't hear music
I would feel it inside
and my heart would keep beat
and enjoying the ride

Drift with the seagull
following the eagle
with my magnified eye
because he is high in the sky

Follow to Canada
and meet all the geese
then drift to the east
Owls feathers like fleece

Turning thier heads
all the way to the west
land on a mountain
for now I will rest.

Open,honest. OH
Affectionate, Happy AH
Unassumeing, Mysterious. UM
Hopefull, Attetive. HA

Smart, Exciting, SE
Soft, Organized. SO
Surrealist, Aesthete. SA
Moxie, Ecclectic. ME

Amorus, Natural. AN
Youthful, Upbeat. YU
Benificent, Eager BE
Omniacent, Nonchalant, Equal. One

Clear you mind of all your stress.
Remove it, take it out,Put it in a box or on a shelf.
Now relax and take a deep breath, look inside yourself.
Now you see whats bothering you, on your way to better health.

I want to be the brush
that runs in your hair
the band thats in your underwear
the place that you like to stare



the space around your face
and the air that you breath
The place you love most
you swear you'll never leave


the thing for your hands
like a thing like a glove
like the skin on your body
the perfume that you love

The hand you want to hold
the place where you grow old
The feelings that you hold
the warmth that keeps you from the cold


I want to be your wedding ring
The bird that can hear you sing
the place that you really like to swing
I want to be your everything

I want to be the song
that really rocks you
the one that knocks
the socks right off you

Seems good to be stoic
Shield yourself from all pain.
But then all the pleasure
is rendered in vain.

We all have the will,
to decide on our own.
Maybe flip a coin
use the pull of the Moon

Our own path we must own,
all the steps that we take.
We can all be so real,
but so many are fake.

Some think themselves simple.
some deep to the core
Not many know themselves,
of this I am quite sure.

Three things make us,
who we turn out to be.
Genetics is one,past is the second,
but where we are completes the record,

Control your situation,
if you think that you can.
Get the most from your life
until your part of the land.

4/16/2014
11:58
Brian C Marchant

I am a deep thinker,
I think anyway.
Think when I work,
as much when I play.

I think when I wake,
till the end of the day,
I always plan,
On the very next day.

I think of very many things,
I think alot is so funny.
Alot about people and thier little rings
How to make thier days sunny.

I think if we all thought of others,
thier kids, sisters and brothers,
but especiallymore of fathers and mothers.
We cold all get along and get our druthers.

I have met a few
that say I think to much
then I think to myself
you should never think such.

I think to help others.
and those who dont.
I aslo find it hardest
for those who just won't.

Theres always something you dont know
about the one you so love.
For that I think that we,
should thank the One above.

As long as there are things
the we dont know
the road never ends
new places to go.

The things that we share
together each day.
We see each other,
In a whole different way.

I want to know her
inside and out.
I need to know
what shes all about.

I hope we search each other
from now to the end.
If I had had to do it
I would do it again.

You should be all in
in most that you do.
I think living in grey,
is like swimming in stew.

One card in a hand
makes you first or last.
If you get a bad beat
let it slip to the past.

Hold most of your hands
close to your vest
put all that you play
to the ultimate test.

Dont be bluffed so easy,
have guts to the end.
Life much to easy,
might not be your best friend.

Be confient always,
even when you make a mistake.
Always work hardest,
to claim your own stake.
be true to yourself, and never be fake

There was a girl
who lived in the wood.
Some say she was bad
only when she was good.

She could make good choices
but she never would.
Maybe she heard voices,
I never quite understood.

She suffered much trauma,
it scarred her for life.
Maybe it was Karma
she caused such strife.

She never will marry,
or be faithful to one.
Her mind made her weary,
had to be high to have fun.

She made choices always bad,
its so very tragic.
Seems they loose all they had,
Especially love,that holds the magic

Make good choices always, you will always be glad,

Well baby I can't tell you
to many times,
I'm a sensitive man
look and see what you find.

Ignore your baby.
Don't touch your pet.
Talk to me not.
See what you get.

I am so sorry
but its the name of the game.
If you so hurt me,
expect twice the same

I always work hard
for baby happy to be
because when your happy
Its ditto for me

But leave me alone
Like a truck in the woods,
try to go somewhere with me
it will do you no good.

If we are going to be happy,
don't abandon me
because the result is the same
Its me you never see.