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1. All This Love/Of course this isn't El Debarge.

All This Love/Of course this isn't El Debarge.

ok. Since some have not insulted my singing I decided to upload another until someone tells me I can't

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2. Star Wars

Star Wars

STAR WARS {Luke vs Darth Vader or a son speaking in astrological terms to his father about not listening} Stars collide, mars red, red family blood ties tides. The force abides, and the strides strong. "the lineage long, long in you I see," green man, green wrinkled bald man speaks. He speaks backwards in time, in rhyme and soliloquy, planets rotate on an axis with speed, planets axis speed comets access moons; and intergalactic galaxies relate in a solar constellation of monsoons on this occasion. Sons and fathers, teachers and students; lessons learned through frustrations. To a father the child is but an observation, manifestation of his decisions and a product of his creations. A mirror of celestial imaginations. To the son the father is a kaleidoscope of information. Through his scope he sees an abundance of paternal miscalculations. Stardust twinkles inside black holes saturations, philosophies sprinkled from that believed and things told spring consternations, intricately space continuum's unfurl such estimations are not approximate for the child to have faith in daddy’s formulaic equations. He seeks to see, that to which the father speaks, but his mind sees fallacies in the holes of his father’s speech, his father's peaks, so he does not climb that which cannot be reached but does unfold-- as time falls over parallel universes of silver versus gold. So as the two grow, one grows wise and they both grow old. Metallic-precious metals, the essence of value to which nobody knows. Some run away from materialism. Some sell their time and soul. No air in the dark for a breathless soul to air out clout grievances of ether among the Grim Reapers’ nautical shoals. Politics or religion? Our position is that we hold. Feathers do not flock but seem more to fold. When can we meet on the same page and not repeat the same story told? There is room in the sky for us to look down on the clouds below. Let kindness be our light, to share in smiles, the things we know. Like the stars in space, Milky Way and galaxies. You are the mirror of my face, atoms and perplexities. But the truth of the matter is not so complex to see That the root of the problem is that you simply do not listen to me. Dead air to infinity, no sound, no gravity, no dual mutuality of respect Because you are so high in the epitome….. of course, on coarse you were the conception of the source of time for me; Cradled my civilization, my holy grail in a world of blasphemy you were my eyes, but Tomorrow is yesterday and married to hello like goodbye. Soon there won’t be time for you to know me, for every twinkling star dies. Greetings from the past to the future of old, they sigh like a hue. With shades of disagreements, red for anger, coldness in blue, Patterns overlap the two to divide us in a gravitational pull. But none so strong to break the bond of that love that I have for you.

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3. Star Wars-Please read Lyrics

Star Wars-Please read Lyrics

STAR WARS {Luke vs Darth Vader or a son speaking in astrological terms to his father about not listening} Stars collide, mars red, red family blood ties tides. The force abides, and the strides strong. "the lineage long, long in you I see," green man, green wrinkled bald man speaks. He speaks backwards in time, in rhyme and soliloquy, planets rotate on an axis with speed, planets axis speed comets access moons; and intergalactic galaxies relate in a solar constellation of monsoons on this occasion. Sons and fathers, teachers and students; lessons learned through frustrations. To a father the child is but an observation, manifestation of his decisions and a product of his creations. A mirror of celestial imaginations. To the son the father is a kaleidoscope of information. Through his scope he sees an abundance of paternal miscalculations. Stardust twinkles inside black holes saturations, philosophies sprinkled from that believed and things told spring consternations, intricately space continuum's unfurl such estimations are not approximate for the child to have faith in daddy’s formulaic equations. He seeks to see, that to which the father speaks, but his mind sees fallacies in the holes of his father’s speech, his father's peaks, so he does not climb that which cannot be reached but does unfold-- as time falls over parallel universes of silver versus gold. So as the two grow, one grows wise and they both grow old. Metallic-precious metals, the essence of value to which nobody knows. Some run away from materialism. Some sell their time and soul. No air in the dark for a breathless soul to air out clout grievances of ether among the Grim Reapers’ nautical shoals. Politics or religion? Our position is that we hold. Feathers do not flock but seem more to fold. When can we meet on the same page and not repeat the same story told? There is room in the sky for us to look down on the clouds below. Let kindness be our light, to share in smiles, the things we know. Like the stars in space, Milky Way and galaxies. You are the mirror of my face, atoms and perplexities. But the truth of the matter is not so complex to see That the root of the problem is that you simply do not listen to me. Dead air to infinity, no sound, no gravity, no dual mutuality of respect Because you are so high in the epitome….. of course, on coarse you were the conception of the source of time for me; Cradled my civilization, my holy grail in a world of blasphemy you were my eyes, but Tomorrow is yesterday and married to hello like goodbye. Soon there won’t be time for you to know me, for every twinkling star dies. Greetings from the past to the future of old, they sigh like a hue. With shades of disagreements, red for anger, coldness in blue, Patterns overlap the two to divide us in a gravitational pull. But none so strong to break the bond of that love that I have for you.

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4. 05 When It Calls

05 When It Calls

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6. 8'o Clock News - Spoken Poem

8'o Clock News - Spoken Poem

Story I wrote about....well listen

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8. Time Will Reveal -acapella/falsetto/bathroom singing

Time Will Reveal -acapella/falsetto/bathroom singing

just having fun and recorded myself falsetto. I think my talent is in spoken word poetry, but I'm human and like to try and sing***although I've been told I can't

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9. 10 So Dark

10 So Dark

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10. Wood Chair - Prose Poem Spoken

Wood Chair - Prose Poem Spoken

Story about a chair and a blue ball I wrote.....By the way everything on here I wrote except for the El Debarge song and the Bobby Womack Song

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11. 9 - Spoken Word Poem

9 - Spoken Word Poem

If you haven't been able to tell yet, I write differently. please let me know what you think, please........not that I'm begging This is a story about the number 9 I wrote thinking of challenging myself to write a poem based on numbers and math

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12. My Place - Spoken Poem

My Place - Spoken Poem

Everything to one

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13. California Dreamin-Me singing acapella- is my singing okay or horrible

California Dreamin-Me singing acapella- is my singing okay or horrible

i'm not a singer, but i like to try

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14. Underneath The Mistletoe - Poem

Underneath The Mistletoe - Poem

please let me know what you think, please........not that I'm begging

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15. The Web - Story Poem

The Web - Story Poem

Poem about a grandfather thinking of how he left his ex-wife and created the life for his kids and grandchildren

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16. What You Could Be - Spoken Poem

What You Could Be - Spoken Poem

please let me know what you think, please........not that I'm begging

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