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Sliding and Gliding
Sliding and gliding Like a dream How could this be real I have to do it again Just to make sure It really happened the first time And it wasn't just my imagination A fantasy acted out it in real life Like a divine play A gift from the Gods One with the Universe A wave...
Getting Back Up
High hopes and good intentions As if those were ever enough Something more must be necessary But only God knows what Hard work, dedication, commitment Those are all necessary too But there's something else Maybe it's luck Or maybe it's fate or karma Some special...
I Am Your Money
I am a rich man's dream And a poor man's prison People lie, cheat, steal and kill for me It's hard to say Whether I am the cause Or the solution To all of life's problems People can't get enough of me No matter how much they have Like an addiction But it's not called...
Morning Prayer

Morning Prayer

A morning prayer... Dear God I wish I didn't Have to share space With most of these idiots But since I do Please give me the patience To bear their presence One more day Amen   Read more poems by Eddie. Watch Eddie’s videos.

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Standing Out

Standing Out

Maybe I stand out Because I'm beautiful Maybe I stand out Because I'm a bum But these motherfuckers Can't stop looking at me I'll tell you that Everywhere I go Every single day They can't stop looking Turning their neck Like they've seen A goddamn celebrity Maybe they...

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Civil Disobedience

Civil Disobedience

The single greatest act Of civil disobedience The single greatest act Of rebellion against society Is to be happy Read more poems by Eddie. Watch Eddie’s videos.

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Paperwork

Paperwork

I want to go So long Without doing paperwork That I forget What it's like To do paperwork I want to forget That I ever knew What it was like To do paperwork I want to forget As if I never knew At all From now on I'll tell them I'm allergic to paperwork I get a...

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Ant Farm

Ant Farm

People on top of people On top of people A giant farm Of angry ants Burnt out From scrambling Their days away Racing from one buck To the next One at a time As soon as you get one The next one is due Sleep just long enough To get the next one tomorrow Like a fiend But...

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Traffic

Traffic

There are about ten people Who I actually want here The rest are just traffic Not even good for watching Because they aren't doing much There's not much getting done At all Just a bunch of traffic Read more poems by Eddie. Watch...

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