November 13th, 2005 by Rico Penguin

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“Million Miles”
A road so long
Million Miles too far gone
Wish we’d travel all in one
yet we find ourselves all alone
no car, no train, no airplane
can sustain the mighty rains
that are our tears
against all odds we battle on
a Million Miles too far gone
Find the flowers on the bed
Hundred Graves, Hundred Dead
Each a piece of the puzzle
Lifes great mural
61 shades a brilliant blue
every hue, flows in you
We battle on, we battle strong
a Million Miles too far gone
Mountains raise in our names
Held against our broken frames
me and you are left askew
as we march, march along
a Million Miles too far gone
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October 30th, 2005 by Rico Penguin

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“Mystic Magnetism”
I sleep in a foil forest
A mile of metal mountains
Hold beneath my dreams
I fear the unfeared
As all falls in
I see the end again
Carry Deep
Carry Sweet
Living Lingerie
Lace of Love
Upon your skin
A Sweet, Silk Kiss
Against your lips
Carry on
Carry Long
Think and Feel
Oceans bound with pearls
Knights and Dragons unfurl
On this popup book
19 Pages Long
Growing as the time goes on
Babble Binding
Bashing Bending
Blindly Bawling
Barely Breathing
Beat this Beat
This untempered Heat
Every Beat
Could be Our Last
So take no chance
A rhythmic dance
Can only carry
while you live
right beside me
…Ok So yeah, its apparently Late. Night.
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September 9th, 2005 by Rico Penguin

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“19 On”
From 8 to 18
Life’s so obsene
A million and two dreams
seem to fall between, A
mean seam of blanket schemes
formed from angry teens
So what is it from these years
bound between our endless tears
that brings us back, wishing
to be 9 with dad fishing
Out on lake McNeil
A dream so close you can feel
every inch of shining steel
till that nights fishy meal
From 19 on
It seems all gone, Taxes
breaks us, people track us
no matter what you make, it
never seems to break, that block of bills
fills your head, makes you holler, as
dreams become so much smaller
Now its all about the time
Work for nickels and dimes
so what if your whole life rhymes, You’ve
seen so many things
between 8 and 18
So why not let this 19 on
be a sequal to that song
Don’t let you die
On that day in july
black hats galore
robes reach the floor
and so much more
you finished chapter one, but
don’t let you be done
Find your spot
Within the sun
I like my last one better =3. Cause I wuv Liz ^.^
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