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O.C. Bearheart

Waste of Space

Might as well clear up the clutter.

Born too early to travel the stars,
Born too late to explore the earth,
I’m just in time to lay in bed,
Waiting to die.
Far too old to believe I have meaning,
Far too young to fulfill a purpose,
I’m just the right age
Not to matter.
Not quite awake enough for knowledge,
Not yet asleep enough for avoidance,
I’m just conscious enough
To hate everything.

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From the Crows Nest

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Song of the Wanderer

Through the rain or snow or sleet Will we tread on with weary feet. We walk on fast, for we do dread Our weary feet won’t find a bed. It’s loneliness we feel each day
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Greed

It’s fickle is as fickle does In a world of want and gain. You try to cling to what once was, But only avarice remains. How does one fill up the space
The Undead Waltz

Forgotten souls come out to play On a frozen, sunless morn. Naught but rotting flesh are they; A mockery of those not yet born. They dance to tunes and toasts of…
Six Senses

Warm blankets. Whirring fan blade… Cracked leather chair. Soft, dole… Secondhand raincoat. Distant rumb… Face dripping. Plummeting white n… Damp earth. Muffled rainfall. Pin…
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Animal Instincts

She said she was a lion Said her claws’ll make me cryin’ I said no thanks, you’re too wild She said she’s giving me a child She said she was a snake
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The Music Box

She said she was looking for somet… Something that breaks through the… Embraces the day. Something that shatters worlds and… Something different.
Fireworks

I look up to the sky On the Fourth of July To see the whole country on fire, As the cannon shots roar And the unfurled flag soars,
Blindness

It takes a certain kind of person To wake up one day and look around… And make themselves believe that t… It’s another type of person That wakes up to a room full of gh…
The Circle

What made us look up at the sky an… What made us look up at the tree b… What made us look at one another s… We made ourselves, and so we destr…
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The Backwards World

Sometimes I visit the other Me Who lives in the backwards world On the other side of the mirror That hangs in my bathroom. We stare at each other,
Ode to Sandman

Morpheus, my alt’ring friend I would coax you close to me. For my weary day is at an end, So the help I ask of thee Is to put rest my esprit.
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The Assembly

When I was a kid, I was even more shy then Than I am now, if you can believe… Now I have social phobias. Back then I was just shy.
Escape

I look down to the streets below As people ‘bout their business go, The weights within their hearts fo… But me, I’ve had enough of steel And concrete, dreams are more idea…
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In My Bed Blues

I’m not doing so well, No I ain’t doing swell. It’d be something magic to get out… No I’m not doing so well. I’m not doing so great,



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