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| Painfully Free As I sit on the forest floor, I think of the eagles that will soar. Surely they are so free, Why can't we just let them be. Forever will they be so high, Watching them be free and fly. Outdoors for eternity they shall live, To us only beauty they will give. Never pondering about our souls, Staying alive are their only goals. Living in a life of danger, Watching one die fills me with anger. Never will I be able to see, A bald eagle sitting in front of me. Any why you look at it, upon the hill of freedom he will sit. Never being shot down in vain, Freedom is worth all that pain. Jim Garfield Jones Copyright �2003 Jim Garfield Jones |
| Alone all alone on a hill!!! wind blowling in my face thinking of these pills that will take me to an empty place put them in my mouth releiving my heart which is sore the pills will go south and alone I will be for evermore!!! Jim Garfield Jones Copyright �2003 Jim Garfield Jones |
| Untitled Proverbeial perversion, like a parasitic disease, rest upom my heart with the easiest of ease. with you in my sight, I have no blight. with you beside my side, I have not to fight. I have the world at my fingers when I'm with you I never feel the soorow of the color blue. I have the sense to come in out of the rain, but when I'm not with you, Is when I feel the rains pain. you reign over my castle, my castle is my heart. Like a celestial temple, from room to room you may dart. If I were king, Then you would be my queen, and if I had children from you they would be weaned. Jim Garfield Jones Copyright �2003 Jim Garfield Jones |
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