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They say tears are prayers too heavy for our lips to speak.
The silence creeps through window
Watery blur is the moon, Push and pulling oceans in my eyes.
Walks on sand are quest for foot prints. I need to be carried.
Pulled from the Brink,
THANK GOD for this ink to sink
Emotions DEEP into the page
I must say I Apologize,
Its my obligation to promise perfect moments, By ANY Means neccessary
Buried, under scopes of smiles and laughter, are these tears
These sorrys will be the Last
Sorry for being a sorry Excuse for a hero,
you play the villain so smooth, How did I let get so close.
I'm sorry for crying now and Lying then,
MAKE BELIEVE play PRETEND, WE could begin again But ends, preceed new beginnings.

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A Gift

Great video from the cast crew of Oregon Art Beat, "A Gift" is captured live from my performance live at elevated coffee.

http://www.opb.org/artsandlife/books/article/poet-desmond-spann-performs-children/

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DLUX THE LIGHT on Oregon Art Beat! Video

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DLUX THE LIGHT on Oregon Art Beat! Video

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Striking a nerve, swerve through these words
Deliver the urge, to purge what hurts
Here on the dance floor, Its what you came for,
not the hard core but the mo better
Better wrap it in a jacket, if you get lucky
Don't judge me for what I might do tonight
feeling so good on a Busta Rhymes hype
Types? She might be it, lets mix the tonic and see what we get
Another chance to do love better
or just another cold morning
searching for your sweater
Put your clothes on,
because the show is over
stop the action games, you're getting older
not the a looker, like you once were
Now your just the vision caught in the blur

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Concept:ghost of Lyrics Past.

They are Back, ALL the WACK LINES
your mind DESIGNED, Thought they Blow up
Like land mines you step on.
Takes you Back in time
Like A Land mine time machine.
Scratch that, text track
What if every rhyme manifested?
BECAME REAL Life you projected
Would you say the SAME things?
Talk about money, rings and ignore suffering.
WOULD you SAY your moms on crack
Praise the exploits she did for a hit
song.
Long gone are the Days where praise
is paid to those who Laid Life
instead of bricks to build bridges, for
you to cross.
Could of been Lost in the VALLEY of alleys,
MADLY Dodging Venom fangs,
syringe NEEDLES sucking veins,
traps baited with games,
CRAP shoots.
TRADE IN your Boots for shoes of
YOUR pleasure,
for your Leisure stroll on the BRIDGE
over the trolls, Just pay the toll.
Gotta Pay to cross.

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Let the countdown, Begin to the Eruption
Volcanic flow to start the combustion/Engines/
training you to be something
That's never fake or is /fronting/
Like we know it ALL
and we can ball without /rules/
to the game: Don't spit the mundane
Lips making noise, only saying nothing
Is the true Definition of Bluffing
Your Poker face is laced with lies
Trying to hide cries, keep them tears in disguise

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