Enter The Poet - Into The Bleak Desert
This journey is my own, and I must surely pass this test. Only at the very end of my travels, have I earned my rest.
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Enter The Poet - Unwinding The Dusty Trail
I am moved by you, and everything you mean to say. But I am not ruled by you; neither this nor any day.
Enter The Poet - Ending The Madness Correctly
There are always two ways to resolve a situation; but no one ever seems to like, or want the easy way.
Enter The Poet - Unheard In The Crowd
There are times when no one will hear your sad, sad song; those are the times when you have to spread the sorrow.
Enter The Poet - Riding A Horse From The Past
When I was younger I was always the hero, when did life make me the villain; and why do I feel there is no reason to change?
Enter The Poet - On Wings Without Peace
There will be days when a peaceful and friendly solution can be provided; today is truly not one of those days!
Enter The Poet - Outside of The Groove
You never know when something will push you to the edge; you just have to have enough strength not to go over.
Enter The Poet - Pushing The Bass
I can be mean, and I can be polite; but some people make me feel like being politely mean.
Enter The Poet - Uninfluenced By The Music
There are several pleasant things in the world; but none so comforting as your voice and your smile.
Enter The Poet - Wanting To Smile In Reality
If anything needs to start, it's the reality of some place I want to be, doing something I seek to do.
Enter The Poet - Without "This" Care
Frequently I find myself wondering, am I looking forward to a different place in my life, or a different time in my life; most likely I am simply looking forward to both?
Enter the Poet - Looking For A Meaning
People talk about being lost all of the time; but are we talking about being lost about who we are, or lost to people trying to find us?
Enter The Poet - With The Sting Of Fall
Fall of the Year The air is not bitter, but there seems to be a sting. These are the last days of warmth, until the spring. There's a touch of sorrow, tangled with bitter-sweet. There's a loss of glow, from everyone you may meet. The land seems to be perishing, and no longer growing. There is no planting of seed, and no more mowing. The leaves have turned brown, and falling from the trees. No picnics, no ants, and no no buzzing of honeybees. Soon there will be snow, and then the season of cheer. So I always have mixed feelings, this time of the year
Enter The Poet - Pounding The Keys Correctly
Some days you are pressured to use pressure; but it works.
Enter The Poet - Feeling A Mild Chill
Some solutions are not the ones which you may want, but they are definitely the ones which are needed.
Enter The Poet - Expanding The Dream
If your dreams are too small, you may actually get what you have dreamt about; however, this may leave you with nothing to look forward to.
Enter The Poet - Finding Unwanted Limits
No one wants limits, and no one expects total chaos; there should be some kind of balance between a state of instability and living in containment.
Enter The Poet - Brushing Away The Image of Doubt
I can't hold back, that which, won't be contained, Neither can I stop, what has been maintained.
Enter The Poet - Playing On Broken Strings
I can create a world out of just thought; but I cannot change the world, with only thought.
Enter The Poet - Breaking Down Slowly
Some people are cold on the outside; and after you get to know them, you learn that they are cold inside as well.
Enter The Poet - Once And Never
The air was cool, and the night was so young, Dreams were created, and the songs were song. We moved around the room, I held you in my arms, I was lost in your presence, and in your charms.
Enter The Poet - Humming The Lyrics
I am down with you, you make me laugh and smile. I am so down with you, won't you stay for a while?
Enter The Poet - Asleep In A Memory
Good times always seem to be so far away; no matter how fast or hard you travel.
Enter The Poet - Going Far Enough
Some lines need to be drawn, and some borders have to be crossed; you just have to understand which ones, and have the will to do it.
Enter The Poet - Unable To Balance
Work and play have a unique balance; done well, you will grow, but done poorly, you may just fade away.
Enter The Poet - Creating A Stir
There may be times when you do everything which is expected; then there are those other times.