Don't Ever Give Up Your Dreams Anthology of Poems

Anthology of Poems
by
Michael Pascoe
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Dont Ever Give Up

Your Dreams
by
Michael Pascoe
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To all you dreamers out there.

Go big or dont go at all!
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The Book of Life

Have you noticed the book of life is long?
Its countless pages are extremely vast,
But never read. Theres been many a song
Written about it. This wont be the last.
If scores of souls are within its volumes
Then, wheres the record of this opus be?
If we cant notice them, who knows what looms
Beyond the words? Its like an empty sea.
For some, life is like a game or a sport
Such as fisticuffs or a game of chess.
To them, the chapters are extremely short.
But, for others, this cycle is endless.
Lifes a race, we keep plenty of distance
Finishing with our very existence.
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The Bane of Being Invisible

Curse of an invisible man.
How would I use this power?
How about for good rather than
Watching folks in the shower.
If I am tempted, I incline
To be bad. Other times good.
Would I take things that are not mine?
Or do things I know I should.
Being unseen, I am ignored,
I am a nonentity.
Ill have my visual soul restored.
Get back my identity,
To once again I will be whole.
And make me divisible
To give up all of this control.
Back to being visible.
Is Magic Real?
As host of magic deception,
I can control your perception.
Misdirecting with just a stick
I deceived you with this old trick.
Watch, closely! Nothing up my sleeve.
Presto! I can make you believe
I found your coin out of the blew-I just fooled you.
So, just imagine my surprise
When right before my very eyes.
Something magical transfixed me.
It was real, I can guarantee.
Or maybe it was just a trick,
By a wizard that was real slick.
And me the trickster I was schooled-Boy, was I fooled.
California, my adopted home

This state attracts the beautiful and bold
With dreams of stardom. Some rise, most will fall.
This diversity cannot be controlled.
California, really has it all.
I practically live in my car
Going through this scary jungle highway.
Because, everywhere I will go is far.
California, is where I will stay,
You do not have to make life too complex.
Knowing you can be at the beach one day
As you hang out down by the seaside bay.
Then in the snow at the mountains the next.
Watching nature in its captivity.
From the sweltry desert heading eastbound,
To the breezy oceans going westbound;
Being laidback is its main activity.
Its very vast beauty I yearn the most.
Taking pleasure swimming in its waves of foam.
Then off to my car to drive down the coast.
California, my adopted home.
Whats the Mystery of the Midnight Moon

Whats the mystery of the midnight moon?
Why does it glow in the horizon sky?
On this very blistering evening in June.
It seems so close, yet it is way up high
Teasing me up there in the atmosphere.
Thin bands of light above the lunar crust
Shines above and beyond the stratosphere.
Why does it glow in the horizon sky?
Light particles shines off of lunar dust
Gives a mysterious horizon glow.
Thin bands of light above the lunar crust
I like to take its picture just for show.
Posting them on Facebook makes me wonder...
I Love You With All of My Heart

Dear sweetheart. I treasure all that you are.
You say destiny brought us together.
Oh how I have looked for you near and far.
We belong like two birds of a feather.
Your kindness has helped me through the tough times
But, if ever you have had any doubt,
Then please just take a listen to my rhymes,
And youll know what this poem is about.
You smile with your beautiful eyes of blue.
Selfless for those you always nurture,
There is no one else more caring than you.
Taking care of others is your nature.
Never doubt all the passion my heart gives
Follow your own, thats where the real truth lives.
The Hate of the Demon

The world is full of hate.
Every where I go I see it.
Am I also doomed or is it fate
That I, a pacifist, might be it.
The hate, the hate of the Demon.
I feel it from the pit of my belly,
To the hair on the back of my neck,
The rage that knows no boundary.
This feeling I must keep in check,
This hate, the hate of the Demon.
I dont know why I feel like I do,
Sometimes I want to scream.
Sometimes it seems like a dream
In shades of red or some other hue.
I want to be happy again
And do something good.
Maybe today or tomorrow or who knows when.
I know I must... I know I should
Get rid of the hate, this hate of the Demon.
A Womans Torment
I hate him,
He wont leave.
He just stands there
With that smug attitude.
He wont leave,
He wont get out.
With that smug attitude,
His presences makes things difficult.
He wont get out!
He is like a lion stalking his prey.
His presence makes things difficult,
Never knowing when hell strike.
He is like a lion stalking his prey;
Pacing, prancing
Never knowing when hell strike,
Never knowing what he is thinking.
He continues to pace and prance,
Will I be next?
Never knowing what is he thinking.
Oh how I hate him so.
Clouds and Their Many Shapes

Clouds have many shapes. Some see a banner
Of odd shapes of pearl white or dreary grey.
You cant see the same cloud in the same manner.
If you stand right beside me or far away,
The clouds can look just like a grizzly bear
Or even be a puppy dog at play.
Rose color glasses wont change what is there.
If today you notice roses in bloom,
Tomorrow they will not be anywhere.
Roars of thunder feels like storm clouds of gloom,
Rolling oer the hills like fog on the sea.
Similar to war from a cannons boom.
No matter whats out there, we can agree
Just cumulus gasses is all I see.
The Deserving Privileged

Levy the unforgiving souls
They deserve it.
Lets listen to the polls
Levy the unforgiving souls.
Let them know who controls
Those who live in the dark pit.
Levy the unforgiving souls.
They deserve it.
Duty the unfortunate ones.
Lets suck them dry.
Take all of their funds
And duty the unfortunate ones.
Take it from their daughters and sons
And give it to the privileged guy,
While you duty the unfortunate ones
And suck them dry.
Its Too Damn Late My Friend

Im afraid that it is too damn late my friend.
Didnt you take a look at my sign
Thats at the beginning of the end
Of the road? You have crossed the line.
Didnt you take a look at my sign?
It is past seven, no eight at night.
Of the road you have crossed the line.
It seems that you are not very bright.
It is past seven, no eight at night
And what is it that you want from me?
It seems that you are not very bright.
Hey, Im just a rude, rude S.O.B.
And what is it that you want from me?
Go faraway and leave us alone.
Hey, Im just a rude, rude S.O.B.
And dont, dont you dare call us by phone.
Go faraway and leave us alone,
It is the beginning of the end.
And dont, dont you dare call us by phone.
Im afraid that it is too damn late my friend.
Baseball Is For All Season

Spring is when baseball season starts.
The long fight is not brief.
Many a fan will have their hearts
Broken in two from grief.
Teams go wire to wire, then win it all

And experience true bliss.
Others begin at the abyss.
Then stay there, amid the mire. Thats baseball.
Baseballs lengthy season begins

With a chill in the air.
And it ends with the Sox and Twins
Wearing their winter gear.
The glamour of winning is fine,

But immortality is best.
When they put you into the shrine.
Only if you are blessed.
Between then theres plenty of heat.

The pitcher thinks he good
And the batter thinks hes Zack Wheat
As his Louisville Slugger meets wood.
But, the cellar is a cold place,

In Mudville theres no cheer
For those that lose the pennant race
Its, Wait until next year.
Teams battling it out for first,

Not knowing if theyll win.
Some spring to the top with a burst,
Others fall on their chin.
As the off-season departs

We did not win the ring.
Have faith when baseball season starts
Over again in spring.
The Reptilians
The Reptilians are coming,
They will deceive you.
As you are succumbing
To the Reptilians, they are coming.
The truth will not be forthcoming
When they are through.
The Reptilians are coming,
They will deceive you.
The Reptilians are near
They will mislead you.
As you have plenty to fear
For the Reptilians are near.
If not today, then next year.
If you are scared, I am too
The Reptilians are near
They will mislead you.
The Reptilians are here.
They will defeat you
With their political coup.
Watch out, the Reptilians are here.
All who hate them will jeer.
But, give the devil his do
Because, the Reptilians are here
And they will defeat you.
Dont Ever Give Up Your Dreams

When your world is ripped at the seams
And it appears like theres no hope
When life take its toll on our dreams.
Sometimes you simply have to cope
To keep your ambitious visions.
When youre at the end of your rope.
To avoid head on collisions,
The dreamer always knows on how
To make the correct decisions.
The real dreamer will not allow
Anything to stands in the way
Of what they want right now.
Even the mountain must obey.
For theres no obstacle or wedge
That the dreamer cant climb some day.
So today, make yourself this pledge.
Dont lose that competitive edge.
Do Not Let Your Dreams Go To Waist

Once a burning desires placed
With a problem you cannot solve.
Do not let your dreams go to waste.
A real solution will evolve.
With a problem you cannot solve,
Use the computer thats your brain.
A real solution will evolve.
Dont let ideas go in vain.
Use the computer thats your brain
And just put that concept to bed.
Dont let ideas go in vain
In the garden that is your head.
Now just put that concept to bed
And let the little seedlings grow
In the garden that is your head.
Dont think about it, just let it go.
Just let the little seedlings grow,
Do not let your dreams go to waste.
Dont think about it, just let it go.
Once a burning desires placed.
Stop The Noises In My Head

Tell me, can anyone explain
All of those noises in my head?
They haunt me when I go to bed.
Just empty voices in my brain.
Those sounds are driving me insane.
They nag me of what is ahead.
Tell me, can anyone explain
All of those noises in my head?

All you do is whine and complain
About nothing. Whos there I said?
Do I dare pursue what I dread?
Now I know this curse is my bane.
Please, I beg of you to explain
Why I cant stop the noises in my head.
For All That You Give

If only just a moment. If only just a thought.
I know the sacrifices you make from everyone you come in contact with.
Now is the time for you to get something back.
I know you give a lot without getting anything back in return.
I know the sacrifices you make from everyone you come in contact with.
Something deep inside to say all that I feel
I know you give a lot without getting anything back in return.
And to let you know that I do notice and appreciate all that you give.
Something to say all that I feel.
Now is the time for you to get something back
And to let you know that I do notice and appreciate all that you give
If only just a moment. If only just a thought.
Without You I Could Not Exist

I could not function without you in my life.
Every time I look at you, I think of the many trials
and tribulations we have gone through
Even though you may not think it is all worth it,
Trust me when I say I do care.
Every time I look at you, I think of the many trials
and tribulations we have gone through
Without you I couldnt exist.
Trust me when I say I do care.
Without you life would not be worth living.
Without you I couldnt exist.
Even though you may not think it is all worth it.
Without you life would not be worth living.
I could not function without you in my life.
Falling In and Out of Love

I know you have grown out of love with me
And I havent shown much to you.
I just want to say that I do care,
I do enjoy being together.
And I havent shown much to you.
Love is not saying it, but feeling it.
I do enjoy being together.
Whether we still holds hands or not
Love is not saying it, but feeling it.
In the end all we have is each other
Whether we still holds hands or not.
And nothing on earth can replace that.
In the end all we have is each other
I just want to say that I do care
And nothing on earth can replace that.
But, I do know you have grown out of love with me.
Our Love is Like the Wind

Her love runs through me like the wind,
But, her heart is very cold.
Which is why I have sinned.
Thats because our love has grown old.
Which makes me want to run
And go out and have some fun.
When we were young, wed always run

Into those who have sinned.
They are mean to us and cold.
All they wanted was fun.
Wed blow out of there like the wind.
But, now we move slower because now we are old.
Not that we dont have fun,

Its just that we clash like the rain and the wind.
And move like the Olympian that can run
So fast that the breeze is cold.
Our love has become stale like the bread that is old.
I am no longer faithful and I have sinned.
When we were twenty years old,

We could jump and run
As fast as the wind.
We have made our mistakes, we have sinned.
We will always remember the fun
And the days when life was cold.
The times I have sinned

Is when I go out and look for fun.
But, this must stop because soon I will be old.
However, my love she is ageless just like the wind.
But, time is cruel and cold,
No more can she run.
Now my love is dead and cold.

I think about how I am now old
And do not look for fun.
Nor do I get up and run.
I know now that I have sinned
But, now our love is taken by the wind.
The Misery at a Call Center

I feel the cord they attach to my head
It feels like the proverbial ball and chain.
At night, when I am at bed
I can still feel it, oh what a pain.
This job, this job is driving me insane.
Those annoying voices they sing
Real loud, pounding, giving me a migraine
Every time I hear ring, ring, ring, ring,
Ring, ring, ring!
This cord restricts me Im better off dead.

I would love to leave this constrain
That is my job, but I need the bread,
But, I have to do what they ordain.
This place becomes a real drain
On my abilities as a clerk.
I feel like a slave, this is my bane.
Nothing left but work, work, work, work,
Work, work, work.
With these headphones clamped on, my ears have bled

Through the constant strain
Of yelling, yelling in my head.
It grinds in my thoughts and my brain,
And all of their talk is in vain.
I wished I had found my niche
Than to hear people complain,
And bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch,
Bitch, bitch, bitch!
This kind of job is urbane.

They wont let you leave their domain.
Even if you do not believe it
Forever a prisoner until you leave it.
Deep Depressions
Faraway, with no sound inside,
Deep depressions caused by stress.
Lifes a state of loneliness;
By yourself, alone and afraid.
Deep depressions causes stress.
Always scared of being unwanted,
By yourself, alone and afraid.
Frightened of being not loved.
Always scared of being unwanted,
Lifes a state of loneliness.
Frightened of being not loved.
Faraway, with no sound inside.
The Ballet
Inspired by Carole Pascoe
Ballet is a special kind of dance.
The hard work, the dancer must not show.
At the barre, the plis, the tendues, the sweat.
All the pain must stay in the studio.
What makes ballet a special kind of art

The dancer must answer.
What kind of special part
Does the players, play?
Ballet is a special kind of art.

With grace the dancer moves.
Only perfect practice makes perfect.
Thats the exception that the rule proves
What drive keeps them going

Day in and day out?
And never show signs of slowing
Or even have doubt.
When the dancer dances,

The thought is not on a step.
When they do a pirouette,
You must not see the prep.
If all of the work is a drain

What makes the dancer, dance?
It may be nothing but pain.
But, all we see is the Romance.
It takes two counts to think,

For everyone that is done.
And learn as they turn
While always in sync.
Fallen Love
My aching heart makes a sound,
Like a chunk of fallen lumber
That lies still on the ground.
In the state of perfect slumber.
Like the chunk of fallen lumber,
Strewn about in a mound.
In the state of perfect slumber.
Just the way it was found.
Strewn about in a mound.
Exit from her sleeping chamber,
Just the way it was found.
Who she is I will not name her.
Exit from her sleeping chamber,
Her face covered and bound.
Who she is I will not name her.
My knowing heart makes this sound.
My feelings
You asked me to express.
My feelings
I now yearn to confess.
My feelings you shall see
The true colors of me.
You wonder where we are
If I dont like someone, I dont suppress it.
Sometimes I go too far.
This is hard to admit.
Anger burns inside of me and makes me mad
Sometimes I throw a fit.
This might make you real sad.
And like Pandoras box, once its out, its out.
For good or for bad.
Other times I have much zeal.

Things that hurt others, Im very critical
Words that never can heal.
Im analytical
Whats done is done, I hate to apologize
And be hypercritical.
This makes me agonize
Which as you can see, my life is a real mess
I hate to compromise
My feelings
You asked me to express.
My feelings
I will confess.
Of my feeling you have seen
Im really not that mean.
Built in rage theres no doubt

Its difficult to say what you really feel.
Sometimes I have to pout.
The Ghost of Houdini

The ghost of magician Harry Houdini
Walks the halls of the hospital Sinai-Grace.
Released from a lamp like Aladdins genie,
And disappears without a trace.
Every year on all hollows eve

Sances run by many a magician.
Vigil, even though they do not believe,
They continue this yearly tradition.
Walks the halls of the hospital Sinai-Grace,

His booming voice is forever muffled.
The mortal coil he has shuffled.
Sances run by many a magician.

The zero hour has come and gone.
They continue this yearly tradition,
Turn out the light, its a new dawn.
His booming voice is forever muffled,

Like the cards he once manipulated.
The mortal coil he has shuffled,
I will return, he once stipulated.
The zero hour has come and gone;

Good night Harry, as they all close the door.
Turn out the light, its a new dawn,
The Master Magician returns no more.
Like the cards he once manipulated

Every year on all hollows eve,
I will return, he once stipulated.
Vigil, though his spirit does not believe.
Good night Harry, as they all close the door

The Master Magician returns no more
To slowly walk the halls of Sinai-Grace.
Hippo
Hippo, Hippo
You are not very hard to find
Prancing, prancing all around
Proud and large and very kind
On the lake or on the ground.
Hippo, Hippo
You with your many flaws
Hairless horse of the river.
Open wide those enormous jaws
Making grunts which makes me quiver
Hippo, Hippo
Stubby legs can outrun me
Moving fast and pounds the earth
Knocking down every tree
With his tremendous girth.
Emerge at dusk to graze alone
On nothing but grass of green
All day long and on his own
And never creating a scene.
Hippo, Hippo
Peaks above the waters rim
To take a little glance.
Standing because you cannot swim,
Wiggling ears that almost dance.
Goodbye Hippo at the zoo
I will miss you.
Sea Shell
Persona Poem
I have been around for a long, long time.
I glisten and shine
When the warm sun beams down
I can taste the salt from your clear blue water
I can smell the crisp clean air around me.
I can hear the laughter and joy around me.
I can feel the tranquility when light fades
I can hear the crashing sound of your rolling waves
I am the sea shell.
Mortality Waits for us All

Mortality waits for us all.

Buckets of tears many will cry
As each season passes us by
As we fall into the abyss.
Mortality waits for us all
As each season, death does this.
Yes, even the Grim Reapers knows

One always reaps what one always sows.
Do not get fooled by your close call
Of the skip of your hearts spasm.
Mortality waits for us all
As he guides us in the chasm,
Mr. Death hides behind his cowl
A vast void that reveals a scowl.
All kinds of sounds soon will depart.

Breaking the silence is the shrill
Of the flatline of our stilled heart.
This monotone buzz is for us all.
The smell of death fills the air,
Mortality waits for us all,
He writes our death date with a quill.
As each season passes beware,
Set in stone is our finality
With our fate with mortality.
A Writers Plight
I am always afraid that I might die
Before I can begin to finish writing
All of the books that I planned to supply.
However, my brain will not give up fighting.
The sky is sad and looks down upon me.
Those puffy white clouds form a dreamy shape.
And I may not live long enough to see
Because darkness is over me like a drape.
And never again look upon your face
As well as indulge in the simple bliss
Of all of the pleasures of your embrace.
And furthermore the passions of your kiss.
As I write, alone and without a name,
I now know I have neither love nor fame.
The Universal Color of Love

Through the sands of time poets can concur,
Theres only one color and shade of hue
That always makes me stop and think of you.
It has that everlasting charm and allure
In which all lovers of beauty prefer.
No, it is not yellow or green or blue.
Nor is it something borrowed, something new.
Or created especially for her.
And now that this here pigment is in sync
With cherry blossoms blooming in the spring,
It is none other than the color pink,
Exposure promotes love and nurturing.
Deeper the shade, creates passion and finesse.
Lady of pink, how much do you possess?
Carole, My Song of Joy

Verse 1:
Refrain:
Many have sung a Carol at Christmas,

Those Carols are sung but once a year.
My Carole I sing always
Shes the one I call dear.
Carole, Carole my song of joy

Thats what it means so Im told.
Carole, Carole my song of love
Its you, yes you I want to hold.
Carole, Carole
A song is told with words and music

And gets better with age like wine.
I toast you now with song
Because, because youre mine.
Refrain:
Carole, Carole
Verse 2:
Bridge:
Songs will come, songs will go,
Youre the song Ill sing forever.
And leave you, leave you never.
I will always be your special beau.
Refrain:
Carole, Carole
I thought about you when I wrote this

You are in my mind and voice and heart.
You are mine forever, forever.
And never, never will we part.
A song can live as long as its sung
And can be sung as if it was new.
Even though this song will end
I will never stop loving you.
Agnostic
Verse 1:
Ignorance is no excuse
For not knowing, you must admit.
Your lack of faith is so obtuse,
Why are you unwilling to commit?
This cloak you wear is so strange,
It is just a guise
You will never change.
Please tell me no more of your lies.
Chorus:
Youre cynical, skeptical, mistrustful
Impossible to explain.
Youre doubtful, quizzical, caustic
Your existence is my bane.
You are agnostic
(whisper) Agnostic, agnostic, (fade away)
agnostic
Chorus:
You are agnostic
agnostic
Bridge:
But, stop with this obsession
You are tearing us apart.
Do not play with my heart.
You turn every answer into a question.
So I want to know
Is it me you are uncertain of?
Do you want me to stay or go
Is it me that you really love?
Verse 2:
Lack of knowledge cant explain
The pretext of your ignorance.
It is just driving me insane.
But, to you it makes no difference.
The Supreme truth is unknown
This much I agree.
But, you must atone
For the folly of this decree.
Chorus:
You are agnostic
agnostic
My Talent is My Rhyme
My talent is my rhyme.
Im good at taking a verb and a noun
And mixing them around.
Right now I am in my prime.
If I dont write this down
Im afraid Ill run out of time.
Im good at mixing up a verb and a noun.
I dont have money, not even a dime.
If I could, I would buy you an expensive
evening gown
As well as a diamond studded crown.
It might not be a crime,
But, my talent is my rhyme.
Now that I have finished putting together
this verse.
I realize its not a big deal,
But, it could be worse.
I know it may not be perfect
Yet, this is how I feel
I trust you will not object.
Some might think its a waste of time,
Rearranging a verb and a noun.
I know no other way to speak so profound.
My Special Little Shrine

Im the type that enjoys the pleasure that others bring.
But, today what I really need is to do my own thing.
It felt good
To sit, to rest!
To just relax
And not always be at my best
You see, this day is special
Because its mine.
What I really have is my special little shrine.
I am tired, so tired for working hours thats long.
I feel like doing nothing
Is that really wrong?
I feel if I dont lie down
I feel I am going to drop!
But, there I go, doing something again
I must force myself to stop.
I Saw A Clown
I saw a clown in the heart of nowhere.
This fool was not where a clown should egress.
He was not in a circus or a faire.
A mixed up clown, but a clown none the less.
Sure as I stand here, I did see a clown.
One that reaps the fruits of Miss Lady Luck.
As he wanders and roams all over town
He approached me and said, Whats up Chuck?
Whats up with you clown? I said.
Can I be a clown if God has given me wealth?
Drifting off as I stared at his nose of red.
I noticed on his arm was a fine Rolex
And glanced at it as if it was a Timex.
Time will soon tell, said the gallant jester!
Wearing nothing but clown polyester.
My Shattered Heart
Hello heartbreak, I knew you would return.
Way, way down deep inside you hid from me.
So much so, I thought I was rid of thee.
Oh, the pain throbs so much, why does it burn.
Nothing can sooth it, your love is what I yearn.
Come back to my heart, please, please hear my plea.
Instead you are like poison in an urn.
My want for lasting love always falls apart.
Universe, what do you have up your sleeve.
From the pits of hell you shattered my heart.
So never shall I let you see me grieve.
I will build walls you cannot take apart.
Forever will I stay, never to leave.
Relax and Listen to My Words

Please, I do not want to fight anymore.
Your words, they just cut through me like a knife,
As I receive the blows from your anger.
I am tired okay, just hear me out.
Just relax please and listen to my words.
I will explain everything as you want.
I can make you happy, or make you sad.
But not today, not now, I promise soon.
I am sick and tired of all of this.
However, more than I will let you know.
Excuse me as I prattle on and on.
Will love be kind? Will love ever be mine?
Maybe I should be the one to relax.
Life is a Reality Show

Life is a reality show, and all of us its stars. Some of us come and some of us get voted off.
Throughout this reality show we will play each character in each scene. Not all at once, but step by
step we are introduced from beginning to end, from first to last as we pass the seven stages throughout the season.
When we are born, the world is our oyster. Half raw and half baked. Enjoying the attention, but not
knowing whats in store for us. Then we are taken from our mothers arms and thrusted upon the human race. First we must drudge to school with our backpacks slung over our shoulders. Yearning to be
grown-up so we can have the freedom to do what we want.
Next we discover love. Puppy like in its innocences, but full of confidence and cockiness in its fulfillment. Writing stupid poetry that only he understands and she pretends she likes. Ever hopeful to
get the rose in the end.
Afterwards comes the battle for survival. Tribes are formed, challenges are met, alliances broken.
Hoping for immunity, but instead getting banished to Exile Island.
And then the mundane task of the toil and repetitiveness of duty and responsibility as we navigate
the maze of the never ending rat race hoping not to get fired by big brother. And this is supposed
to be freedom to do as we like?
Finally, we come full circle. We are too old to audition, too old to partake, too old to sing. We just
watch others with their pants on the ground making fools of themselves knowing that we can do better
and judging others in the process. Instead, we become the brunt of others jokes. We dont even get
voted off, we just wither away, waiting to die.
Finally we come to the epilogue of this reality show. We sit in our limos and cry like the babies that
we were when we first came into this earth. We slither away into nothingness. No rose, no immunity,
no mirror ball trophy no nothing.
The End is Near

The end is near
Its right around the corner
I better find my friend
So I can warn her.
The end is close
Its not far away.
Maybe not tomorrow
But, some day.
We must change, the signs are all there,
You just have to see it.
If you dont you will albeit,
Without all of the fuss.
The end is here
See it with your eyes open wide.
There is nothing further to do
So make your peace and do not hide.
The end is here
We cannot hide.
There is no one left,
They all have died.
The End.

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Dont Ever Give Up Your Dreams Page A

Dont Ever Give Up

Dont Ever Give Up Your Dreams Page B

To all you dreamers out there.

Dont Ever Give Up Your Dreams Page C

The Book of Life

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The Bane of Being Invisible

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Dont Ever Give Up Your Dreams Page 3

California, my adopted home

Dont Ever Give Up Your Dreams Page 4

Whats the Mystery of the Midnight Moon

Dont Ever Give Up Your Dreams Page 5

I Love You With All of My Heart

Dont Ever Give Up Your Dreams Page 6

The Hate of the Demon

Dont Ever Give Up Your Dreams Page 7

Dont Ever Give Up Your Dreams Page 8

Clouds and Their Many Shapes

Dont Ever Give Up Your Dreams Page 9

The Deserving Privileged

Dont Ever Give Up Your Dreams Page 10

Its Too Damn Late My Friend

Dont Ever Give Up Your Dreams Page 11

Baseball Is For All Season

Teams go wire to wire, then win it all

Baseballs lengthy season begins

The glamour of winning is fine,

Between then theres plenty of heat.

But, the cellar is a cold place,

Teams battling it out for first,

As the off-season departs

Dont Ever Give Up Your Dreams Page 12

Dont Ever Give Up Your Dreams Page 13

Dont Ever Give Up Your Dreams

Dont Ever Give Up Your Dreams Page 14

Do Not Let Your Dreams Go To Waist

Dont Ever Give Up Your Dreams Page 15

Stop The Noises In My Head

Dont Ever Give Up Your Dreams Page 16

For All That You Give

Dont Ever Give Up Your Dreams Page 17

Without You I Could Not Exist

Dont Ever Give Up Your Dreams Page 18

Falling In and Out of Love

Dont Ever Give Up Your Dreams Page 19

Our Love is Like the Wind

When we were young, wed always run

Not that we dont have fun,

When we were twenty years old,

The times I have sinned

Now my love is dead and cold.

Dont Ever Give Up Your Dreams Page 20

The Misery at a Call Center

This cord restricts me Im better off dead.

With these headphones clamped on, my ears have bled

This kind of job is urbane.

Dont Ever Give Up Your Dreams Page 21

Dont Ever Give Up Your Dreams Page 22

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