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Evanescence poemWe Have Fallen to the Open Door That Leads Anywhere But Home
John LeCompt hits the rim
of the drum and it echoes, but doesn't stop
Ben Moody plays the chords
while Amy silently pounds the keys.
While Amy starts singing words we
cannot hear, Rocky plays backup to Ben.
The song has now officially started and
the crowd goes wild as Amy jumps
down to the crazy crowd and they
catch her as she falls.
As Amy surfs the crowd, Ben
starts a solo that ends with
a big finish with fireworks
and destroyed instruments.
Notre Dame de ParisShe has magnificent clothes,
stunning in every way, bright in colors.
In truth she hides financial problems:
by the people and businesses.
She wants you to look over
her hobos living under bridges.
She only wants you to see her
grand arcs, gothic cathedrals
and outstanding towers.
Value of a DollarFrom the eyes of a child,
I could see what grown men could not,
I could hear what wise woman could not,
for I knew the value of a dollar.
From the age of nine I had
my own concession stand;
fifty dollars in my pocket a week,
two thousand and six hundred a year.
It's the little things that count;
of course I did not keep all of the money
for most of it went into my college fund
because I did not keep all of it,
was how I learned the true value of a dollar.
One dollar by itself could
not make a difference,
but a lot of them can.
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
to crumble up
the remnant pieces
of my love for you
and throw them in the trash
but I'm such a bad shot.
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