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Where Does one begin again…

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Where does one begin again,
When life has ripped a soul apart,
When time erased love of heart,
When feelings linger and will not depart,

Where does one begin again,
Life is no more,
She has closed the door,

Cradle me in your arms,
Hold me like never before,
Move me in your loving kiss,
In these things I reminisce,

Where does one begin again,
When hated words shout,
When packed bags leave,
When the house is empty of thee,

Where does one begin again,
Life is no more,
She has closed the door,

Hold me again, I pray,
Take me oh so far away,
Make believe we still love,
These I still dream.

Angel

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I saw her in the moonlight,

I saw her in my dreams,

I saw her in the daylight,

Beauty on moonbeams,

 

Love everlasting,

Love I hold dear,

When we are together,

So warm and So near,

 

I married an angel,

But did not know,

How deep her love was,

Till I saw her go.

New Release by Steven Thomas..and it is free!

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Scars Don’t Lie

Romantic, brutal and rich in unique rhyming and word play, “Scars don’t lie” reads like two albums worth of lyrics by a band that only exists in your mind.
he author of “I Was A Drummer She Was A Dancer” and “Drummer Dancer-The Lyrics” serves up 21 all new titles in this eclectic collection of poems. Romantic, brutal and rich in unique rhyming and word play, “Scars don’t lie” is more like two albums worth of lyrics by a band that only exists in your mind. A single, handwritten line proceeds each poem, giving a personal touch to the work. Six chilling self-portrait photographs of the author are interspersed throughout.
About Steven M. Thomas

Steven Thomas attended Webster College and graduated from Lindenwood College with a BA in Journalism. He played drums in various local bands and was in the thick of things during the punk rock/new wave explosion of the late seventies. Steven wrote articles for various publications as well as songs and lyrics. This is his first book, an autobiography based an intense relationship he had during that period. He was a drummer and she was a dancer. Steven currently resides in Missouri where he is raising his son, Justin.

Ah, some sweet poetry for your lover…if they like darker side of love…ewwahhhaaaa…..

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Ah, some sweet poetry for your lover...if they like darker side of love...ewwahhhaaaa.....

The Dark Ones: A Collection of Rhyming Poetry [Kindle Edition]
Bex Pavia (Author)

A book of poetry that often lingers in the darker corners of rhyme, this collection offers everything from the slightly twisted to the
nonsensical, with a few ‘shady’ stops in between.
Fantasy, myth, and legend bring a touch of light to the morbid and the morose.

The Dark Ones revisits a selection of poems published in The Soul Bearer, and The Moon Queen, edited and slotting in
perfectly with many newly written and never seen before.

Step inside and rest a time,
Enjoy the darker side of rhyme.
Betwixt the pages of this tome,
Within the shadows, you will roam.

A journey into the heart and soul of Steven Thomas.

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A journey into the heart and soul of Steven Thomas.

Drummer Dancer The Lyrics
By Steven M. Thomas

Collected here are the complete lyrics of Steven M. Thomas from his acclaimed autobiography “I was a drummer she was a dancer.” A fascinating insight, he offers up stories behind each of the lyrics not mentioned in the book. Includes handwritten excerpts and reviews of the original book.

Now
It’s funny how little perspective you have when you’re 21. Yet some of the best poetry is written by very young people. That’s probably because it is honest and full of emotion. I wrote this one with the thought in mind that I was going to be with this one girl for the rest of my life and that was the most important thing in the world to me. There were a lot of very attractive girls out there, but I was only going to be with this one forever. That was my choice, and I was happy with it. Even then, I was reflecting back on my past, even though I hadn’t much of a past at that age. It’s all perspective. And it’s all honest and full of emotion.
My Love Speaks From The Sky
I had to go deep inside myself to write this one, but when I did, it came flowing out like water. Intentionally Dylan. It is just a wide open love song. And it is one of those I wrote during the course of writing the book, so it is this year. Not when I was twenty-one, but fifty-four. I wanted to see if I could still do it, and it turns out, I could. Maybe even better now. It is full of imagery and word play and of course, I wrote it in one sitting.

My love speaks
from day to day
Reciting silent poetry
I see her eyes
What no one sees
Casting spectrums of
academy
What words just
Can not own

And whistling through
The bus lined streets
An image slowly matching me
In spite of all
The energy
Their faces stand alone

In bluish traces from
A thread
The clothes give image
To the head
Despite the novelty, they’re dead
What the needle pricked
It has not sewn

The passing clouds
Envision things
And tumble slowly
Over me
The wise man looks
But doesn’t see
The prophecies above his
Head and home

The world spins like
A penny
Escaping more than many
Deflecting love and pity
Like the money
Passing through your bones

My love speaks from the sky
On cold nights
When trash blows by
She stays too busy
To ask me why
Never knowing what
The clouds may bring