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Meet the nomads of America,
the misfits of our race
the ones who ride on rails in boxcars
Carrying Lives
from place to place.
Meet the ones
Who stick out thumbs,
Gypsies of the high plains
and Roma tribes of Oregon.
The state fair circus folk
with peculiar tattooed faces,
Staring through the sunburnt haze
into the depths
of outer space.
The carny girls
who pass through town
and band van drifters
who just don’t
stick around…
it’s something that we
have never had,
but i guess that’s all it really is;
just a different type of being sad,
the hunted vagabond kid.
the loneliness of the road,
the freedom of the wanderer,
the empty absence of a home-
but at times i think,
Fuck it let’s go,
Pack my shit
and
Westward Ho.
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I find myself in
a different space,
a different place,
surrounded by strange,
but familiar face.
The yet unknown
intrigues me so,
but it’s still a place,
I’m hesitant to go.
The more I stay,
the more I grow,
the more I realize what I’m
willing to show.
It’s beginning to become
from which we all must roam,
it’s beginning to become
home.
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Why must we feel constrained
by the fabrics of our clothing?
by the confines of our home?
by the limits of our knowledge?
by the boundaries of our city?
Not me,
I say,
Break free!
Break free from these so called
limitations.
these so called ends.
create a new limit, a new end.
Become your own person,
and encourage your friends!
If each of you had one
new thought,
imagine the ideas we could have!
Don’t try to be me
and I won’t try to be you.
Create and reinvent yourself
make a new you,
the real you,
the true you.
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A place where you go
to get away.
A place where, if you want,
you can stay.
A place where troubles
pass you by.
A place with sweet, delicious,
homemade pie.
A place where you can go
when you feel so alone.
What place is this?
This place is Home.
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Nothin’s easy
when you’re
feelin’ queasy.
Nothin’s fun
when you’re
on the run.
people are scared
with you’re
blue hair.
you got you’re gun
and now it’s done.
Just pull the trigger
and watch it flash
before your eyes.
Give it a squeeze
and watch him
crumple to his knees.
It doesn’t matter
anymore.
When he’s
sinking to the floor.
Nothin’s hard
with you’re
own petard.
Everything’s fun
when you
got a gun.
They’re still scared
of your
red hair.
But the nightmare
is over
before it begun.
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the boy went out
to find his home
the dog set out
to find his bones
mother wept
for just awhile
father came home
passed out on the floor
slept in his clothes
he was gone before morn
a favorite place of mine
was always under the covers
i feel so safe
from outside bothers
i clench my eyes closed shut
in hopes that when i open them
love will be there
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Ocean Bird soars
past gates and Doors
Past ports and towns,
Past smiles and frowns
Over the World’s troubles
Gliding effortless and subtle
In the strobe of the light
Of Sunshine morning, Glory flight
Ocean Bird soars
Past dark shadowed Moors,
Past caves by the coasts
Over lonely Ghosts
Out to the Sea
Of Joyous uncertainty,
Ocean Bird soars
To Heavenly lures
Past the dark storm cloud,
Past the Mean-eyed crowd
Past the dangerous waters
Till white snow covers
The Docks and the piers
And the daylight clears
Every cloud from the Skies
Opening up the Wanderer’s Eyes,
Ocean Bird soars
With a Soul so Pure!
Past the white-capped foam,
He’s found a Home
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when you start singing your not so alone
a place that’s not a place ain’t really a home
a fact that may be known can be thrown by some
to find new meaning in a house that’s gone
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