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I'm Flynn and this is my space...

I Rock to music as I go though life....
other wise life would be silent.
NIN
Camber
HUM
Incubus
BUSH
Nirvana
SUBLIME
The Urge
REEL BIG FISH

!yojnE



A Life Without Love

Night falls onto this still place
In this box she calls her space.

Shadows dance along her walls
Laughing out their evil calls.

He the moon, her only light
Reveals to her fear and fright.

Alone upon moonlit sheets
Hear her soul, as she weeps.

Starlit trinkets over head
Are the lives she whish she led.

There she sleep, silent cold like death
Dreaming love with every breath.

Colleen E Flynn

Copyright ©2005 Colleen E Flynn



"Lost in a world of confussion" - Flynn


Daybreak in Alabama

When I get to be a composer
I'm gonna write me some music about
Daybreak in Alabama
And I'm gonna put the purtiest songs in it
Rising out of the ground like a swamp mist
And falling out of heaven like soft dew.
I'm gonna put some tall tall trees in it
And the scent of pine needles
And the smell of red clay after rain
And long red necks
And poppy colored faces
And big brown arms
And the field daisy eyes
Of black and white black white black people
And I'm gonna put white hands
And black hands and brown and yellow hands
And red clay earth hands in it
Touching everybody with kind fingers
And touching each other natural as dew
In that dawn of music when I
Get to be a composer
And write about daybreak
In Alabama.

Langston Hughes



HUM - The Very Old Man (Lyrics)

It's eerie and it's awesome
how connected two pods scattered on the surface can become,
lazy into one.
He knows lightning kills the other,
she can't stand to watch his petals fall,
it's better when cascades become like us all.

Afternoon a golden disengagement leaves a woman
with a household left to fill.
Sit, and be still, send the voltage cross his ticker,
watch the stars they start to flicker, and one by one levels fall.

Another drink my love, and make it tall enough
so I can stand on it and see all you've done for me.
A world of curves and lines electric,
remember how you strung the colored lights from Christmas tree to me?





LiP Stiches's Works
Poetry (Depressed)07/28/2005 
Poetry (Spiritual)07/29/2005 
Poetry 07/29/2005 
Poetry (Personal)08/10/2005 
Poetry (Love)08/10/2005 
Poetry (Comedy)09/10/2005 
Poetry (Erotica)09/10/2005 
Poetry (Love)09/10/2005 
Poetry (Depressed)09/19/2005 
Poetry (Personal)09/20/2005 
Poetry (Love)09/21/2005 
Poetry (Depressed)09/22/2005 
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Poetry (Depressed)09/27/2005 
Poetry (Love)09/28/2005 
Poetry (Love)09/28/2005 
Poetry (Rage)10/02/2005 
Poetry 10/04/2005 
Poetry (Personal)10/04/2005 
Poetry 10/06/2005 
Poetry (Rage)10/11/2005 
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Poetry (Love)10/27/2005 
Poetry (Comedy)10/27/2005 
Poetry 10/28/2005 
Poetry 11/03/2005 
Poetry (Reflective)11/14/2005 
Poetry 11/15/2005 
Poetry (Reflective)11/15/2005 
Poetry (Love)12/06/2005 
Poetry 12/06/2005 
Poetry (Spiritual)02/07/2006 
Poetry (Personal)04/10/2006 
Poetry (Reflective)10/19/2006 
Poetry (Ironic)10/25/2006 
Poetry (Erotica)10/25/2006 
Poetry (Personal)05/04/2007 
Poetry (Personal)05/07/2007 
Poetry (Comedy)05/07/2007 
Poetry (Love)05/07/2007 
Poetry (Reflective)06/19/2007 
Poetry (Reflective)11/29/2007 
Poetry (Comedy)11/29/2007 
Poetry (Comedy)12/14/2007 
Poetry (Reflective)05/09/2008 
Poetry (Depressed)05/09/2008 
Poetry (Personal)08/28/2008 


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