June 16, 2019 · 6:52 am
Waterhouse
Death
Drugs
& the Misery of Man
Have Kept me Busy
They Keep Asking
Why Not me
Sink or Swim
Damn
UnderPass
Half Glass
What Does It All Mean
Teacher
Carve your Lessons In my Soul
Write your Own
or Be Sold
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August 31, 2018 · 7:53 pm
Waterhouse
I Reach Out my Hand
& you Just Turn aWay
Tell me Again
About the American Way
&
Does It Taste the Same
Turning your Head
Just Fills my Grave
Little Ewes
Are you Going to Behave
& Become True Cowards
This Very Day
–
you Talk
All This
I’m Calling It
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February 6, 2018 · 4:10 am
Waterhouse
Aye Fucker
–
I am
the Mistake
you Made
to Ride
you
to your
Grave
–
xx
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September 13, 2017 · 12:22 am
Waterhouse
Wrong
–
Finder
Don’t Like
No Rhymer
Thinking
Poetic Verse
a Curse
She Hopes
to Hold
my Thoughts
At Bay
to Slay
the Singing
Song
That Is
my Pen
Wrong
#B27321
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April 19, 2017 · 8:27 pm
Waterhouse
15
–
15 Words
to Hold
you
In Thrall
Look
All Most
Gone
Now
All
For Non
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February 24, 2017 · 3:05 am
Waterhouse
God
–
I Believe
In God
the God
That Is
me.
a God
That
Lets me
Worship
As I
See;
In Field
or Forest,
In Silence
or Song.
Whether
Star Dust
or Clay,
Freedom Remains.
to Search
& Learn,
Not Shackled
to UnMoving
Stone
#B27321
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January 28, 2017 · 10:46 pm
Waterhouse
Stranger
–
Stranger,
What Is Stranger
Than Looking
In to the Eyes
of a Man
you Will Never Meet.
a Wooden Effigy
of a Man
Meant to Save me.
Save me,
From What
a World Gone Mad
From Lust & Spite.
From Religions
Screaming Kill, Kill, Kill,
In the Dead of Night.
From Politicians
Who Want
to Control my Every Right.
Stranger,
What Is Stranger
Than the T.V. Blasting Media
to Make me Number & Dumber
Than Ever Before.
Till I am So Scared
of a Quite Mind
That Constant
Stimulation
& Instant Gratification
Has Drove me Nuts.
Stranger,
Staring In to the Eyes
of a Freak,
a Man Who Thinks
He Can Be Free.
That Shackles & Prison
Don’t Mean a Thing.
That Broken Wings Can Fly.
Stranger, That Man Is me,
the Mirror Reflecting
Till Cracks
Are All I See.
Stranger, Stranger, Stranger,
the Stranger Is me.
Cut Off From the World,
Till my Soul Screams
For Human Touch,
But Strangers, Strangers,
Are All I See.
Strangers to the Pain & Tough,
Strangers When we Know
we Die a Lone.
What Is Stranger
Than Forcing my Mind & Thoughts
In to 200 Word Counts,
to Appease
my Greed & your Need.
#B27321
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August 25, 2016 · 1:57 pm
Waterhouse
Gonna
–
Life
Is Gonna
Hurt
Pick Up
a Pen
&
Show Them
It’s Worth
#B27321
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July 8, 2016 · 4:18 pm
Waterhouse
Pain, Rain
–
What
Is Pain
But
a Rain
That Washes
Over you
Letting you
Know
Things
Are Not
As you
Wish Them
to Be
#B27321
–
Torrent
or Trickle,
It’s Not
Fickle
(Pain)
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June 28, 2016 · 12:54 am
Waterhouse
Money Back
–
It’s Cheap
& Cracked
& Has
No Back
#B27321
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