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poetrybyandy: April 2010
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Thursday, April 29, 2010. Its time to wrap the burns,. To get up off your knees,. And then demand the terms. Of freedom, of release. So start the car and drive. And clear the wheezing cough. To make it out alive,. Break all the mirrors off. Since hurt won't hold you now. I know some hands that will. The cost: a sober vow. The payment: ceaseless fill. Monday, April 26, 2010. The Poet and The Painter. My hands, I think. Could be Your ink. A hint of You. My pride must hush. To be Your brush. An empty doorwa...
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poetrybyandy: May 2010
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Saturday, May 15, 2010. I love the way Aaron from mewithoutYou writes his songs. I cannot guarantee that I agree with everything he says, but I can guarantee that I believe that he believes what he says. The words that go into mewithoutYou's songs are so sincere, so honest. Here are the lyrics to a song that I think particularly highlights Aaron's ability to make things sound fresh and real. A Stick, A Carrot, and A String. The horse's hay beneath his head. Our Lord was born to a manger bed. Come now emp...
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poetrybyandy: The Healing
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Thursday, April 29, 2010. Its time to wrap the burns,. To get up off your knees,. And then demand the terms. Of freedom, of release. So start the car and drive. And clear the wheezing cough. To make it out alive,. Break all the mirrors off. Since hurt won't hold you now. I know some hands that will. The cost: a sober vow. The payment: ceaseless fill. April 29, 2010 at 8:34 AM. Its like God was using you as His vessel when you wrote this. Seriously, that is an awesome poem. Thanks for posting it.
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poetrybyandy: A Quarry To Blast
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Sunday, July 11, 2010. A Quarry To Blast. Come one and all. There's a place for you here. Where the dusty, cracked cups. Turn to fountains and burst. Where the cracks in your soul. Beam with light once they're filled. Because no one's alive. Till they're freed from death first. Life's a quarry to blast. Living and dying to be born at last. If a bell's born to ring. Then a person is born. For the very same thing. So head for the streets. There are stories to tell. There are leaks to keep leaking.
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poetrybyandy: The Lyrics of Jon Foreman
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Saturday, May 8, 2010. The Lyrics of Jon Foreman. So sorry that I missed last week's Saturday feature. If you'll remember, Saturday was a pretty busy day for the band and me. :). How miserable I am. I feel like a fruit-picker who arrived here. There's nothing here at all. Nothing at all here that could placate my hunger. The godly people are all gone. There's not one honest soul left alive. Here on the planet. We're all murderers and thieves. Setting traps here for even our brothers. Both of our hands.
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poetrybyandy: **Aaron Weiss**
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Saturday, May 15, 2010. I love the way Aaron from mewithoutYou writes his songs. I cannot guarantee that I agree with everything he says, but I can guarantee that I believe that he believes what he says. The words that go into mewithoutYou's songs are so sincere, so honest. Here are the lyrics to a song that I think particularly highlights Aaron's ability to make things sound fresh and real. A Stick, A Carrot, and A String. The horse's hay beneath his head. Our Lord was born to a manger bed. Come now emp...
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poetrybyandy: July 2010
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Sunday, July 11, 2010. A Quarry To Blast. Come one and all. There's a place for you here. Where the dusty, cracked cups. Turn to fountains and burst. Where the cracks in your soul. Beam with light once they're filled. Because no one's alive. Till they're freed from death first. Life's a quarry to blast. Living and dying to be born at last. If a bell's born to ring. Then a person is born. For the very same thing. So head for the streets. There are stories to tell. There are leaks to keep leaking.
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poetrybyandy: June 2010
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Saturday, June 5, 2010. The Exposition of Beauty Through Tragedy. The leaning of ledges on true fate just fell. True tragedies surface, but take time to tell. And IF there is anything thriving in strife. If MUST be true life. Since dust clouds get thin like a wrinkle gets deep. I squint with impatience and scan the great heap. And not to conclude here, it's too thick to tell. But it LOOKS like hell. I ran through the cloud with my hopes draining dry. Through dust I saw devils and dreaded I'd die.
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