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Living Free
© January 22, 1986 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

I’m so tired of being pushed around I’m so tired of feeling that I’m wrong Why must I live under the tyranny of man? Why must I live without a love to call my own? I don’t have to live that way I can do what I want and say They don’t know why I [...]

The Urn
© December 1, 1985 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

Stumbling upon an ancient urn with an inscription on its side I picked it up to dust it off and to read what it had to say From the legend that I read a genie would be found inside it Without a doubt, I opened it to find all its mysteries inside There I was [...]

A Simple Concept of War
© November 30, 1985 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

War is but a battle between two men Using their governments to cover them Their troops go to battle at their command Their warheads go off at a computers demand Man’s life is at the fate of these two And there’s not much that we can do There ain’t no time to take cover By [...]

The Beast
© October 14, 1985 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

It’s the story of the man named Grady He has come to take souls to Haiti. He travels by the air To rape the mind But who’s – he doesn’t care He has been doing it since the beginning of time It’s been generations Since last he fell It’ll be generations For he’s sentenced to [...]

To My Beloved …
© October 12, 1985 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

I love you so much Oh, how I long for thy touch Look into mine eyes And thou can see thee sincerity inside For thou are thee subject of mine dreams Of us sitting together under thee moon’s beams Together we can rule thee world For we can do it without lifting a sword Will [...]

The Troops of Tomorrow
© September 9, 1985 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

The troops of tomorrow are marching down the street They’re ready for some action, not ready for defeat The general screams for his men to follow their destiny But the troops disobey and run from the enemy The troops scattered loosely about in the woods nearby Their trying to run and their attempt to hide [...]

Mad House, USA
© May 23, 1985 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

After the accident, my mind was a wreck and finally they took me away Away where anger can be expressed They took me to the Mad House Mad House, Mad House, USA That’s where I’m gone spend my holiday Mad House, Mad House, USA They serve my food on an old tin tray. The days [...]

Evil Child
© April 1, 1985 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

The sky is darkened by clouds of doom – Trembling in your forsaken room – There’s nowhere to run, nowhere to hide From the creature within your inside The winds are howling every by the minute – Time grows slower by the nearest minute – Evil escapes into the room around – You’re hoping that [...]

False Dreams
© February 22, 1985 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

There I lay me down to sleep I wake up with a dream to keep With thoughts of it fresh in mind I write it down then try to find False dreams The dreams are gone, but still I look I don’t know how I was took I wasted time and money on a hunt [...]

Time
© November 27, 1984 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

Time, on my shoulder And it’s running out of sand There is no future in progression My life’s not in demand Only time will tell.