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This song is stuck in my head. maybe because “Forget me not is in it

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Ohhh now for a little relaxation music

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All Hearts Left Behind

Somewhere in my subconscious

I find myself walking on a garden of hearts

Abandon along a landscape of emotions

Broken and dissatisfied

Beating to the to the rhythm of distress drum signals

Passively searching, but in reality waiting

Waiting for that one beat

The one with the distinctive tone

The one that thumps with lonely echoes

The one that is ready to bloom

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Hmmmm different for me but I like it

ridim nice,

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Bloody Monday

Bloody Monday

I was not supposed to be there, Mommy Charles had insisted I stayed home from school, but being young and feeling invincible will drive a person to making snap decisions. I was curious, I was not able to see what was going on from the window in the house on Lucas street. And now, here I was, running, running, running from the hooligans with machetes, running from the large sticks they were swinging over and over. Running from the teargas, eyes watering, lungs burning. People stampeding, hurdling fallen bodies, screams, angry cursing, blooded school kids, screaming mothers. Then it echoed, one shot, and the screaming crowd became a murmur, like I had dove into the ocean. I was not close to the shot, I just think my humanity died for a second. But I was still running, round the corner onto Lucas street, then back to that house overlooking the harbor. Sitting in the living room, struggling to breath, I was not exhausted, I was being stifled by fear. Outside the screams continue, angry yells, “Yuh go dead, yuh go dead,” Silent pleas, crack of a stick on bone, then a mob of anger. I covered my ears with my hands, lay on the concrete floor, waiting for the nightmare to end.