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THINGS TO COME: May 2010
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Monday, May 3, 2010. GIVE IT YOUR BEST. By Stan C. Countz. I see the smile has left your face. Your eyes look sad and tired to me. Did you lose sight of the truth? Or are you just too blind to see? As long as He is on the throne. That’s not the way it has to be. You don’t need to be down. Don't need to be depressed. Things will come around. If you’ll give it your best. We all worry and fret but don’t forget. A stranger is a friend we’ve never met. It's a cryin’ shame to waste our breath. Life is a Vapor.
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THINGS TO COME: January 2009
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Tuesday, January 6, 2009. WISH I COULD COUNT THE TIMES. By Stan C. Countz. How many times have I stumbled at night? How many times have I wondered why? How many times have I run from the light? I wish I could count the times…. How many times have I lost my way? How many times have I forgotten to pray? How many times have I disobeyed? More than the stars in the sky…. I wish I could count the times. You came through in that final hour. If I’d have only seen the signs. Of your majesty and power. I come from...
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THINGS TO COME: A CONTRARIAN
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Wednesday, July 16, 2008. Lyrics by Stan C. Countz. If the herd is runnin’ one way. I wanna turn around and run the other. If they’re all foldin’, somethin’ makes me stay. If they’re holdin’, I wanna run for cover. Guess you could say… I’m a contrarian. It don’t take a great librarian. To look up the meanin’. I just look at which way. The crowd is leanin’. And run the other way. Guess you could say…I’m a contrarian. If everyone is standin’, all of sudden I just wanna sit. We wanna marry ‘em. Life is a Va...
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No Gauges, No Tats: July 2008
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No Gauges, No Tats. Monday, July 14, 2008. NO GAUGES, NO TATS, THAT'S THAT. I should’ve known he’d be hoppin’ mad. I should’ve known better than to ask my dad. But I thought it would be bad and cool. To braid my hair and wear a tat to school. 8220;No gauges; no tats. That’s that,”. You know the rule. So stated my dad. Right out of the gate and right off the bat. I was ready to engage in hand-to-hand combat. I went to the mat ‘cuz I didn’t think that. A gauge or a tat was all that bad. So I pierced my own.
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OUT WITH THE OLD: IN WITH THE NEW
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OUT WITH THE OLD. IN WITH THE NEW. Tuesday, December 30, 2008. IN WITH THE NEW. By Stan C. Countz. My how time has flown. The year just slipped by. I’m here all alone. My memory’s a blur. Don’t wanna relive it. That’s for sure. So now I know. The highs and lows. The tide ebbs and flows. This river, this sliver. Of time in history. Is a sign that human misery. May be at or near the end. Two thousand nine is history. Twenty ten is a mystery. And it's just around the bend. Labels: End of year poetry.
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OUT WITH THE OLD: December 2008
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OUT WITH THE OLD. IN WITH THE NEW. Tuesday, December 30, 2008. IN WITH THE NEW. By Stan C. Countz. My how time has flown. The year just slipped by. I’m here all alone. My memory’s a blur. Don’t wanna relive it. That’s for sure. So now I know. The highs and lows. The tide ebbs and flows. This river, this sliver. Of time in history. Is a sign that human misery. May be at or near the end. Two thousand nine is history. Twenty ten is a mystery. And it's just around the bend. Labels: End of year poetry.
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THINGS TO COME: July 2008
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Wednesday, July 16, 2008. Lyrics by Stan C. Countz. If the herd is runnin’ one way. I wanna turn around and run the other. If they’re all foldin’, somethin’ makes me stay. If they’re holdin’, I wanna run for cover. Guess you could say… I’m a contrarian. It don’t take a great librarian. To look up the meanin’. I just look at which way. The crowd is leanin’. And run the other way. Guess you could say…I’m a contrarian. If everyone is standin’, all of sudden I just wanna sit. We wanna marry ‘em. Close up and...