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Item 328
When she smiles I frown
In one sentence: Tom's pencil poem 'When she smiles I frown,' about years of never finding the courage for a kiss, on a spiral-torn lined sheet, written by 2011.
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POEM · UNRELEASED · SHORTER LYRICS
PUBLISHED · POEM · SHORT
Tom's handwritten pencil poem When she smiles I frown, about nine years of never finding the courage for a kiss, on a spiral-torn lined sheet, published in his poem anthologies.
- Why it matters
- Tom's early pencil poem When she smiles I frown, from his yellow binder, about nine years of never finding the courage for a kiss, published in his poem anthologies.
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Yellow binder (early poems) ; Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 ; Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012 ; Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013) ; Love ; Heartbreak
- Published in
- IN A BOOKTom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012
Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 - Age when written
- written by age 33 at the latestbest guess - not yet proved: an early draft of CLEVER, which is in Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 (Laima dedication) - the sheet itself may be older
- Same words
- also written out as number 801matched on the words by machine - Tom confirms
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2011
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When she smiles I frown
I picked her up can't put her down
Within six months I'm leaving town
She's practically engaged I can't stay around
{struck: seven} nine long years it's been like this
Never had the courage to give her a kiss
And I keep watching all the things I miss
Oh God for {struck: seven} nine long years
It's been like this
I picked her up can't put her down
Within six months I'm leaving town
She's practically engaged I can't stay around
{struck: seven} nine long years it's been like this
Never had the courage to give her a kiss
And I keep watching all the things I miss
Oh God for {struck: seven} nine long years
It's been like this
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Item 333
I'll Teach Some History
In one sentence: Tom's handwritten poem 'I'll Teach Some History', about learning from your mistakes, on a lined sheet, later printed in his poem anthologies, written by 2011.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · FULL POEM
PUBLISHED · POEM · SHORT
Tom's handwritten poem I'll Teach Some History, about learning from your mistakes, on a lined sheet, published in his poem anthologies.
- Why it matters
- Tom's handwritten pencil poem I'll Teach Some History, about learning from your mistakes, published in Tom's Anthology of September 18, 2011 and his later anthologies.draft - not yet proved
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 ; Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012 ; Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013) ; Inspiring ; Motivationaldraft - not yet proved
- Published in
- IN A BOOKTom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012
Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 - Age when written
- written by age 33 at the latestdated from the earliest book it appears in - the sheet itself may be older
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2011
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I'll teach some history / About learning from your mistakes / You're shaking like a wet dog
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Item 341
If you got it - flaunt it
In one sentence: Tom's unpublished four-line verse 'If you got it - flaunt it, if you don't - fake it,' handwritten on a lined sheet from his early yellow binder, written by 2011.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · SHORTER LYRICS
UNPUBLISHED · POEM · SHORT
Tom's previously unpublished four-line verse If you got it - flaunt it / If you don't - fake it, handwritten on a lined sheet.
- Why it matters
- Tom's early four-line verse If you got it - flaunt it / If you don't - fake it, from his yellow binder - it is in none of his albums or books, so this sheet is the only place it exists.
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Unpublished poems ; Yellow binder (early poems) ; Humor
- Published in
- PREVIOUSLY UNPUBLISHEDSearched against the 34 albums, every book and Poems By Tom - found in none of them
- Age when written
- written by age 33 at the latestproved: its words are in Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 (Laima dedication), at the opening of NEVER BE - the sheet itself may be older
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2011
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If you got it ----- flaunt it
If you don't ----- fake it
If you think it ----- live it
If you want it ----- take it
If you don't ----- fake it
If you think it ----- live it
If you want it ----- take it
Item 348
Pandora's box
In one sentence: Tom's unpublished poem 'Pandora's box,' about a way to travel back in time, written down a narrow torn strip of spiral notebook paper dated 4/5/11, from 2011.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · SHORTER LYRICS
UNPUBLISHED · POEM · SHORT
Tom's previously unpublished handwritten poem Pandora's box (there must be some way to travel back in time), written down a narrow torn strip of spiral notebook paper and dated 4/5/11.
- Why it matters
- Tom's poem Pandora's box (there must be some way to travel back in time), written down a narrow torn strip and dated 4/5/11 - it is in none of his albums or books, so this sheet is the only place it exists.
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Unpublished poems ; Regret ; Time ; Miscellaneousthe old category list says: MISCELLANEOUS (not checked by Tom)
- Published in
- PREVIOUSLY UNPUBLISHEDSearched against the 34 albums, every book and Poems By Tom - found in none of them
- Same words
- also written out as number 97
- Age when written
- written at age 32best guess - not yet proved: date written in the lines
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2011
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Pandora's box
The face of a clock
There must be some
way to travel
back in time
4/5/11
{struck: Breezes} that blow
The ebb and flow
High tide getting
low
surreal and sublime
The face of a clock
There must be some
way to travel
back in time
4/5/11
{struck: Breezes} that blow
The ebb and flow
High tide getting
low
surreal and sublime
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Item 355
Dollar Bill Clinton has really got me annoyed
In one sentence: Tom's political poem 'Dollar Bill Clinton has really got me annoyed,' handwritten on a lined sheet, later printed in his poem anthologies, written by 2011.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · FULL POEM
PUBLISHED · POEM · SHORT
Tom's handwritten political poem Dollar Bill Clinton has really got me annoyed, on a lined sheet, published in his poem anthologies.
- Why it matters
- Tom's handwritten political poem Dollar Bill Clinton has really got me annoyed, published in Tom's Anthology of September 18, 2011 and his later anthologies.
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 ; Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012 ; Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013) ; Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014) ; Politics ; Society ; Humor
- Published in
- IN A BOOKTom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014)
Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012
Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 - Age when written
- written by age 33 at the latestdated from the earliest book it appears in - the sheet itself may be older
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2011
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Dollar Bill Clinton has really got me annoyed / I smashed the board - Hey Bill you lose
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Item 367
I Can Never Get To Sleep
In one sentence: Tom's poem 'I can never get to sleep,' on a lined sheet with a large ink drawing of a moon, a cratered planet and a figure, written by 2011.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · SHORTER LYRICS
PUBLISHED · POEM · SHORT
Tom's handwritten poem I can never get to sleep (there's always somebody knockin' on my door), on a lined sheet with a large ink drawing of a moon, a cratered planet and a figure, published in Shorter Lyrics (2013).
- Why it matters
- Tom's poem I can never get to sleep (there's always somebody knockin' on my door), on a sheet taken up by his large ink drawing of a moon, a cratered planet and a figure - poem and artwork together; published in Shorter Lyrics (2013).draft - not yet proved
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Shorter Lyrics (2013) ; Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 ; Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012 ; Drawings ; Loneliness & Solitudedraft - not yet proved
- Published in
- IN A BOOKShorter Lyrics (2013)
Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012
Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 - Age when written
- written by age 33 at the latestbest guess - not yet proved: its words open PASS OUT ON THE FLOOR in Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 (Laima dedication) - the sheet itself may be older
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2011
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I can never get to sleep there's always
somebody knockin' on my door,
if I get to sleep its never in a bed I
end up passing out on some
ones floor
somebody knockin' on my door,
if I get to sleep its never in a bed I
end up passing out on some
ones floor
Item 369
I'm just a harmless hippy never been in a fight
In one sentence: Tom's unpublished verse 'I'm just a harmless hippy never been in a fight,' handwritten in blue ink on a plain cream sheet, from his early yellow binder, written by 2011.
Item type
POEM · IN TOM'S ANTHOLOGY (SEPTEMBER 2011) · SHORTER LYRICS
UNPUBLISHED · POEM · SHORT
Tom's previously unpublished handwritten verse I'm just a harmless hippy never been in a fight, in blue ink on a plain cream sheet.
- Why it matters
- Tom's early four-line verse I'm just a harmless hippy never been in a fight, one of the first poems in his yellow binder - it is in none of his albums or books, so this sheet is the only place it exists.
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Unpublished poems ; Yellow binder (early poems) ; Peace ; Humor
- Published in
- PREVIOUSLY UNPUBLISHEDSearched against the 34 albums, every book and Poems By Tom - found in none of them
- Age when written
- written by age 33 at the latestproved: its words are in Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 (Laima dedication), as THE HARMLESS HIPPIE - the sheet itself may be older
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2011
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I'm just a harmless hippy never been in a fight.
I work in the day and I go out at night.
I used to walk a dark path now I follow the light.
My hook's in the water but the fish never bite.
I work in the day and I go out at night.
I used to walk a dark path now I follow the light.
My hook's in the water but the fish never bite.
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Item 390
Watching...
In one sentence: Tom's lyric 'Watching... Waiting...' ('staring out the window down upon the concrete wall'), handwritten on a lined notebook sheet, from his early yellow binder, written by 2011.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · FULL LYRICS
PUBLISHED · POEM · FULL
Tom's handwritten lyric Watching... Waiting... (staring out the window down upon the concrete wall), on a lined notebook sheet, published in his poem anthologies.
- Why it matters
- Tom's handwritten lyric Watching... Waiting... (staring out the window down upon the concrete wall), from his yellow binder, which went into his poem anthologies.
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Yellow binder poems ; Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 ; Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012 ; Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013) ; Loneliness & Solitude
- Published in
- IN A BOOKTom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014)
Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012
Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 - Age when written
- written by age 33 at the latestproved: its words are in Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 (Laima dedication), as WATCHING AND WAITING - the sheet itself may be older
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Watching...
Waiting...
Staring out the window down upon the stairway by the concrete wall
Watching...
Waiting...
Wondering which door you will exit
Or if you will exit at all
Wondering the reasons why I am here
Is it for a warm embrace?
Is it to just see your face?
Is it for love?
Or maybe all of the above
Watching...
Waiting...
As people enter and people leave
I think it is you and then I am deceived
As I see myself in the lights reflection
And wait for you to walk towards my direction
Watching...
Waiting...
As if I am playing a game
Can not unfix these eyes from this window pane
Whether or not you appear you still remain the same
For better or worse I am still glad I came
The evening is passing
Though the lights have yet to grow dim
I see a leaf fall dead
From upon a trees limb
Waiting...
Staring out the window down upon the stairway by the concrete wall
Watching...
Waiting...
Wondering which door you will exit
Or if you will exit at all
Wondering the reasons why I am here
Is it for a warm embrace?
Is it to just see your face?
Is it for love?
Or maybe all of the above
Watching...
Waiting...
As people enter and people leave
I think it is you and then I am deceived
As I see myself in the lights reflection
And wait for you to walk towards my direction
Watching...
Waiting...
As if I am playing a game
Can not unfix these eyes from this window pane
Whether or not you appear you still remain the same
For better or worse I am still glad I came
The evening is passing
Though the lights have yet to grow dim
I see a leaf fall dead
From upon a trees limb
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Item 423
Hello I like you
In one sentence: Tom's black-ink poem 'Hello I like you,' a wry warning from a heartbroken cynic, with a second piece headed 'Refrigerator Poems', on a spiral notebook page, written by 2011.
Item type
POEM · IN TOM'S ANTHOLOGY (SEPTEMBER 2011) · HALF LYRICS
PUBLISHED · POEM · HALF
Tom's handwritten black-ink poem opening Hello I like you, a wry warning from a heartbroken cynic, with a second piece headed Refrigerator Poems, on a spiral notebook page, published in his poem anthologies.
- Why it matters
- Tom's original handwritten notebook page with the poem Hello I like you, a wry warning from a heartbroken cynic, plus a second piece headed Refrigerator Poems, published in his poem anthologies (2011-2013).
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Unreleased poems ; Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013) ; Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012 ; Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 ; Heartbreak ; Love ; Funny
- Published in
- IN A BOOKTom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012
Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 - Age when written
- written by age 33 at the latestproved: its words are in Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 (Laima dedication), as DEMEANOR - the sheet itself may be older
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2011
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Hello I like you
Let us have a cup of tea
get to know each other better
But before we sit down
There's a couple of things that you should know
about me
I'm damaged goods
I'd love to love you if I could
And even though I could try
I could never love anyone again
And I'll tell you why
Because the last one fucked me up
Real bad inside
But I never cried I never cry
I lost that magic spark {struck: something [?]}
I used to be a dreamer
I've evolved into a cynic
That's trapped in the dark
Let us have a cup of tea
get to know each other better
But before we sit down
There's a couple of things that you should know
about me
I'm damaged goods
I'd love to love you if I could
And even though I could try
I could never love anyone again
And I'll tell you why
Because the last one fucked me up
Real bad inside
But I never cried I never cry
I lost that magic spark {struck: something [?]}
I used to be a dreamer
I've evolved into a cynic
That's trapped in the dark
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Item 425
Well I've found out
In one sentence: Tom's four-line poem 'Well I've found out (you've got to break the mold when you can't break the rules),' on a torn three-hole notebook sheet, written by 2011.
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POEM · UNRELEASED · SHORTER LYRICS
PUBLISHED · POEM · SHORT
Tom's handwritten four-line poem Well I've found out (you've got to break the mold when you can't break the rules), on a torn three-hole lined notebook sheet.
- Why it matters
- Tom's original handwritten four-line poem Well I've found out ('you've got to break the mold when you can't break the rules'), on a torn three-hole notebook sheet, published in his 2011 anthology.
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Unreleased poems ; Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 ; Be Different ; Inspiring
- Published in
- IN A BOOKTom's Anthology, September 18, 2011
- Age when written
- written by age 33 at the latestproved: its words are in Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 (Laima dedication), as ONE THING - the sheet itself may be older
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2011
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Well I've found out
Just one thing is true
You've got to break the mold
When you can't break the rules
Just one thing is true
You've got to break the mold
When you can't break the rules
Item 437
If I could free myself
In one sentence: Tom's short poem 'If I could free myself (maybe I could reach someone else),' with scribbled-out lines on a single sheet, written by 2011.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · SHORTER LYRICS
PUBLISHED · POEM · SHORT
Tom's handwritten short poem If I could free myself (maybe I could reach someone else), with scribbled-out lines, on a single sheet, published in Finished Song Lyrics.
- Why it matters
- Tom's original handwritten short poem If I could free myself ('maybe I could reach someone else'), with scribbled-out lines, published in Finished Song Lyrics (2011).
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- The November 2024 Collection (2024) ; Finished Song Lyrics (2011) ; Only The Best (2018) ; A Lifetime Of Rhyme (2020) ; Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012 ; Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 ; Brian Rainstorm Song Lyric Book (2014) ; The November 2012 Anthology (2012) ; Tom Jensen Lyrics (2019) ; Inspiring ; Internal Struggle
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- IN A BOOKThe November 2024 Collection (2024)
Finished Song Lyrics (2011)
Only The Best (2018)
A Lifetime Of Rhyme (2020)
Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012
Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011
Brian Rainstorm Song Lyric Book (2014)
The November 2012 Anthology (2012)
Tom Jensen Lyrics (2019) - Age when written
- written by age 32 at the latestdated from the earliest book it appears in - the sheet itself may be older
- Same words
- also written out as number 734matched on the words by machine - Tom confirms
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2011
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If I could free myself
Maybe I could reach someone else
Vanity don't mean anything to me
{struck: line}
Open your heart and {struck: clothes} close your eyes
It's the man who makes the clothes, don't believe the lies
Cuorderoy pants, floppy hat & tie dies
Image is something - yeah image is nothing
This calamity was once so near and dear to me
{struck: whole line} {struck: confidently}
They said it but forget it walk away confidently
Maybe I could reach someone else
Vanity don't mean anything to me
{struck: line}
Open your heart and {struck: clothes} close your eyes
It's the man who makes the clothes, don't believe the lies
Cuorderoy pants, floppy hat & tie dies
Image is something - yeah image is nothing
This calamity was once so near and dear to me
{struck: whole line} {struck: confidently}
They said it but forget it walk away confidently
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Item 445
Another Sleepless Night as Rain Falls From the Sky
In one sentence: Tom's blue-ink cursive poem 'Another sleepless night as rain falls from the sky (one more cigarette and I ask myself why),' on a single worn sheet, written by 2011.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · HALF LYRICS
PUBLISHED · POEM · HALF
Tom's handwritten blue-ink cursive poem Another sleepless night as rain falls from the sky (one more cigarette and I ask myself why), on a single worn sheet.
- Why it matters
- Tom's original handwritten cursive poem Another sleepless night as rain falls from the sky ('one more cigarette and I ask myself why'), published in his anthologies.
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013) ; Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012 ; Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 ; Be Different ; Temptation ; Internal Struggle ; Heartbreakthe old category list says: BE DIFFERENT ; TEMPTATION (not checked by Tom)
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- IN A BOOKTom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012
Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 - Age when written
- written at age 18 to 23the same poem is on card 1972, yellow binder line A5, ANOTHER CIGARETTE (the binder held 481 poems by 5 April 2002) - best guess
- Same words
- also written out as number 1972matched on the words by machine - Tom confirms
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2011
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Another sleepless night as rain falls from the sky.
One more cigarette and I ask myself why?
What have I done thats been keeping me awake,
Not like I'm a bad man, never a life I did take.
Grab a beer from the fridge, it helps me to think,
But I doubt it'll make me tired, it's my only drink.
Looking through an open window as the cars pass by,
One more cigarette and I ask myself why.
Could be some depression, could be something more,
Don't know why I'm down, there's alot I'm thankful for.
I've done more in twenty years than some in a whole life,
I've already found a beautiful girl who'd make a beautiful wife.
She's been gone for about a week but she'll be back here in a day,
I'd tell you all about her, but my love is more than I can say.
One more cigarette and I ask myself why
Why I feel so low when I should feel so high?
For the first time in a long time I got my life on track,
This is the only time I can remember, the world has cut some slack.
I'm finally moving forward, rather than turning back.
Then why am I having trouble sleeping every time I hit the sack?
One more cigarette, I know I should stop but I tried,
Why do I feel like this, like I want to go and hide,
I look okay to you, because you can't see inside,
I'm the new chairman of the board, 'cause Frank Sinatra died.
One more cigarette and I ask myself why?
What have I done thats been keeping me awake,
Not like I'm a bad man, never a life I did take.
Grab a beer from the fridge, it helps me to think,
But I doubt it'll make me tired, it's my only drink.
Looking through an open window as the cars pass by,
One more cigarette and I ask myself why.
Could be some depression, could be something more,
Don't know why I'm down, there's alot I'm thankful for.
I've done more in twenty years than some in a whole life,
I've already found a beautiful girl who'd make a beautiful wife.
She's been gone for about a week but she'll be back here in a day,
I'd tell you all about her, but my love is more than I can say.
One more cigarette and I ask myself why
Why I feel so low when I should feel so high?
For the first time in a long time I got my life on track,
This is the only time I can remember, the world has cut some slack.
I'm finally moving forward, rather than turning back.
Then why am I having trouble sleeping every time I hit the sack?
One more cigarette, I know I should stop but I tried,
Why do I feel like this, like I want to go and hide,
I look okay to you, because you can't see inside,
I'm the new chairman of the board, 'cause Frank Sinatra died.
Item 451
The poor living off the rich
In one sentence: Tom's pen lyric 'The poor living off the rich,' an angry rant that we're all 99 percent hypocrites, on a numbered ledger-style sheet, written by 2011.
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POEM · UNRELEASED · HALF POEM
PUBLISHED · POEM · HALF
Tom's handwritten pen lyric opening The poor living off the rich, an angry prediction that we are all going to hell real fast, on a numbered ledger-style sheet, published in Shorter Lyrics and his anthologies.
- Why it matters
- Tom's original handwritten lyric The poor living off the rich, an angry prediction that we are all going to hell real fast, on a numbered ledger-style sheet, published in Shorter Lyrics (2013).
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Shorter Lyrics (2013) ; Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012 ; Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 ; Society ; Politics
- Published in
- IN A BOOKShorter Lyrics (2013)
Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012
Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 - Age when written
- written by age 33 at the latestproved: its last lines are in Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 (Laima dedication), as MUDSLIDES; its first lines are a draft of lines in MUD SLIDES in Poems By Tom (December 11, 2007), so the sheet is probably older - by 29, best guess
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The poor living off the rich
Hey man fuck that shit
You wanna know where it is at
Well, I'll tell you where it is
We're all going to hell real fast
'Cause we're all 99% hypocrites
Uh, Uh, preach turn the other cheek
As you punch them with your fist!
20 percent of the people buy 80 percent of
the booze
Some buy, some sell
Some have been chosen
And the rest of the best get to choose
It's the same thing with the money
1 out of 5 get the honey
Get to be the Queen bee
Everything seems free,
Have no envy, no jealousy
Hey man fuck that shit
You wanna know where it is at
Well, I'll tell you where it is
We're all going to hell real fast
'Cause we're all 99% hypocrites
Uh, Uh, preach turn the other cheek
As you punch them with your fist!
20 percent of the people buy 80 percent of
the booze
Some buy, some sell
Some have been chosen
And the rest of the best get to choose
It's the same thing with the money
1 out of 5 get the honey
Get to be the Queen bee
Everything seems free,
Have no envy, no jealousy
Item 484
I Return to My Most Favorite
In one sentence: Tom's poem 'I return to my most favorite familiar place,' about the fresh canvas of a blank page, in four ruled sections on a notebook sheet, written by 2011.
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POEM · UNRELEASED · HALF LYRICS
PUBLISHED · POEM · HALF
Tom's handwritten poem I return to my most favorite familiar place, about the fresh canvas of a blank page, written in four ruled sections on a lined notebook sheet, published in his poem anthologies.
- Why it matters
- Tom's original handwritten poem I return to my most favorite familiar place, about the fresh canvas of a blank page, published in his poem anthologies (2011-2013).
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Unreleased poems ; Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013) ; Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012 ; Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 ; Writing ; Inspiring
- Published in
- IN A BOOKTom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012
Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 - Age when written
- written by age 33 at the latestproved: its words are in Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 (Laima dedication), as BLOTCHES - the sheet itself may be older
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- Tom's Story: 2011
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I return to my most favorite familiar place
This fresh new canvas of a blank page
Here I can write happy things... Oh joy!
From where you can't see my face.. Oh boy...
'Cause if you could then you would
See the blotched ink stains on my paper
From when my tears ran and I failed to abstain
From crying and laughing in fear most often
From my pen
While most people are afraid of dying
I'm scared of living and not being given
& Afraid of having to go and earn it
of making mistakes and then learning from them
Oh... Oh... The time I waste...
Oh... Oh... The light of day
This fresh new canvas of a blank page
Here I can write happy things... Oh joy!
From where you can't see my face.. Oh boy...
'Cause if you could then you would
See the blotched ink stains on my paper
From when my tears ran and I failed to abstain
From crying and laughing in fear most often
From my pen
While most people are afraid of dying
I'm scared of living and not being given
& Afraid of having to go and earn it
of making mistakes and then learning from them
Oh... Oh... The time I waste...
Oh... Oh... The light of day
Item 485
Who Wants to Remember?
In one sentence: Tom's pencil poem 'Who wants to remember? Who wants to forget? Who wants a revolution?', on a full lined sheet, written by 2011.
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POEM · UNRELEASED · HALF LYRICS
PUBLISHED · POEM · HALF
Tom's handwritten pencil poem Who wants to remember? Who wants to forget? Who wants a revolution?, on a full lined sheet, published in his poem anthologies and Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead.
- Why it matters
- Tom's original handwritten pencil poem Who wants to remember? Who wants to forget? Who wants a revolution?, published in Chomskian Poems (2011) and Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014).
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Unreleased poems ; Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013) ; Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014) ; Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012 ; Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 ; Chomskian Poems (2011) ; Society ; Politics
- Published in
- IN A BOOKTom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014)
Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012
Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011
Chomskian Poems (2011) - Age when written
- written by age 32 at the latestproved: its words are in Chomskian Poems (July 4, 2011), as TOOLS OF FOOLS - the sheet itself may be older
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2011
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Who wants to remember?
Who wants to forget?
Who wants a revolution?
Who wants to be led?
Who wants to be a leader?
Who still needs a savior?
Who is willing to do
what ever they're telling ya?
Who is willing to buy
what ever they're selling ya?
Who is willing to try
Come on and give me a yell now...
I got something new for you
Cause what we got right now wont do
Everywhere I look it's true
I see people being used...
I bet it's happened to you
Being used like a tool or
by a silly fool
who sits on a hill
grave tund soil
freshly dug mother despair
doesnt care
Who wants to forget?
Who wants a revolution?
Who wants to be led?
Who wants to be a leader?
Who still needs a savior?
Who is willing to do
what ever they're telling ya?
Who is willing to buy
what ever they're selling ya?
Who is willing to try
Come on and give me a yell now...
I got something new for you
Cause what we got right now wont do
Everywhere I look it's true
I see people being used...
I bet it's happened to you
Being used like a tool or
by a silly fool
who sits on a hill
grave tund soil
freshly dug mother despair
doesnt care
FULL
Item 486
GREATEST TO LEAST
In one sentence: Tom's poem 'Greatest To Least' ('Like a surgeon I should come with a warning'), handwritten on a sheet of lined notebook paper, written by 2011.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · FULL POEM
PUBLISHED · POEM · FULL
Tom's handwritten poem GREATEST TO LEAST (Like a surgeon I should come with a warning), on a sheet of lined notebook paper, published in his poem anthologies.
- Why it matters
- Tom's original handwritten poem GREATEST TO LEAST ('Like a surgeon I should come with a warning'), published in Chomskian Poems (2011) and his poem anthologies.draft - not yet proved
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Unreleased poems ; Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013) ; Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012 ; Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 ; Chomskian Poems (2011) ; Internal Struggledraft - not yet proved
- Published in
- IN A BOOKTom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012
Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011
Chomskian Poems (2011) - Age when written
- written by age 32 at the latestdated from the earliest book it appears in - the sheet itself may be older
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2011
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GREATEST TO LEAST
Like a surgeon I should come with a warning
Open your eyes, Open your ears
Then I'll let myself [?]...
Into your heart... Into your mind
Into your [?] [scribbled out] soul... Oh... [?] some go blind
But if you [?] then together we can start our climb
To the nevy Top of the Tower
Often Well rip it of [?] this that [?] serves power
This figure head [?] [scribbled out] by which they are led
[scribbled out]
Time to dispense the bread [scribbled out]
From the warehouses to the underfed
The same with the meds Now free
Let's start
giving out things by order of who needs it
[scribbled out] using money for measuring when it comes to greatest
to least
Because when some sit to a feast while others don't eat
I get sick to my stomach and my appetites gone
Time to journey to the summit, time to right the wrong
[scribbled out]
Like a surgeon I should come with a warning
Open your eyes, Open your ears
Then I'll let myself [?]...
Into your heart... Into your mind
Into your [?] [scribbled out] soul... Oh... [?] some go blind
But if you [?] then together we can start our climb
To the nevy Top of the Tower
Often Well rip it of [?] this that [?] serves power
This figure head [?] [scribbled out] by which they are led
[scribbled out]
Time to dispense the bread [scribbled out]
From the warehouses to the underfed
The same with the meds Now free
Let's start
giving out things by order of who needs it
[scribbled out] using money for measuring when it comes to greatest
to least
Because when some sit to a feast while others don't eat
I get sick to my stomach and my appetites gone
Time to journey to the summit, time to right the wrong
[scribbled out]
HALF
Item 487
I Don't Do It for the Love
In one sentence: Tom's tongue-in-cheek poem 'I don't do it for the love... I do it strictly for the money,' handwritten on a lined notebook sheet, written by 2011.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · HALF LYRICS
PUBLISHED · POEM · HALF
Tom's handwritten tongue-in-cheek poem I don't do it for the love... I do it strictly for the money, on a lined notebook sheet, published in Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead and Only The Best.
- Why it matters
- Tom's original handwritten tongue-in-cheek poem I don't do it for the love... I do it strictly for the money, published in Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014) and Only The Best (2018).
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Unreleased poems ; Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013) ; Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014) ; Only The Best (2018) ; Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012 ; Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 ; Chomskian Poems (2011) ; Funny ; Writing
- Published in
- IN A BOOKTom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014)
Only The Best (2018)
Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012
Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011
Chomskian Poems (2011) - Age when written
- written by age 32 at the latestdated from the earliest book it appears in - the sheet itself may be older
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2011
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I don't do it for the love...
I do it strictly for the money, yeah
I know there's a pair of eyes
watching me and it ain't funny, honey
when you can't even hide from yourself
I give in, I put out
I get a bad taste in my mouth
I look up, I look down
I see tears all around, yeah
I do it strictly for the money, yeah
I know there's a pair of eyes
watching me and it ain't funny, honey
when you can't even hide from yourself
I give in, I put out
I get a bad taste in my mouth
I look up, I look down
I see tears all around, yeah
Item 496
Being HIP
In one sentence: Tom's black-ink lyric 'Being Hip' ('Well the money's on the table, my thoughts are down the drain'), with 'Refrain' marked in the margin, written by 2011.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · HALF LYRICS
PUBLISHED · POEM · HALF
Tom's handwritten black-ink lyric Well the money's on the table, my thoughts are down the drain, with Refrain marked in the margin, on a lined notebook sheet, published in his poem anthologies.
- Why it matters
- Tom's original handwritten lyric Well the money's on the table, my thoughts are down the drain, with Refrain marked in the margin, published in Chomskian Poems (2011) and Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014).draft - not yet proved
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Unreleased poems ; Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013) ; Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014) ; Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012 ; Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 ; Chomskian Poems (2011) ; Societydraft - not yet proved
- Published in
- IN A BOOKTom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014)
Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012
Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011
Chomskian Poems (2011) - Age when written
- written by age 32 at the latestdated from the earliest book it appears in - the sheet itself may be older
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2011
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Refrain
Well the money's on the table...
My thoughts are down the drain
I'll stand if I am able
Or for as long as I can - yeah...
I've been holding on for dear life
Just as tightly as I can
[crossed out text] answering [crossed out text] questions truthfully
I'm an honest man
And for an honest man searching for an honest life
There's no place left with an unshined light
Ain't no place left that he can go within
his soul
which he can call his own that no one wants
to control
---
9:16
Being HIP
Only when the police came
Did the crowd finally disperse
Because I'm a high impact person
As a matter of fact
I [crossed out: was [?]] got labelled then libelled
least wanted and world's worst
Of these facts I am quite certain
Who knows who's got the dirt on me?
The government [crossed out: [?]] and every other
institution..
They all wanna put a hurtin' on me
leg breaking Tony keeps bluntin' out:
"it's curtains for me"
As the godfather shouts:
[crossed out: [?]] the offer he made me
It sure sounds good-
Well the money's on the table...
My thoughts are down the drain
I'll stand if I am able
Or for as long as I can - yeah...
I've been holding on for dear life
Just as tightly as I can
[crossed out text] answering [crossed out text] questions truthfully
I'm an honest man
And for an honest man searching for an honest life
There's no place left with an unshined light
Ain't no place left that he can go within
his soul
which he can call his own that no one wants
to control
---
9:16
Being HIP
Only when the police came
Did the crowd finally disperse
Because I'm a high impact person
As a matter of fact
I [crossed out: was [?]] got labelled then libelled
least wanted and world's worst
Of these facts I am quite certain
Who knows who's got the dirt on me?
The government [crossed out: [?]] and every other
institution..
They all wanna put a hurtin' on me
leg breaking Tony keeps bluntin' out:
"it's curtains for me"
As the godfather shouts:
[crossed out: [?]] the offer he made me
It sure sounds good-
SHORT
Item 498
Tell Me Which Side You're On
In one sentence: Tom's unpublished two-line poem 'Tell me which side you're on - do you or don't you Read Tom?', in blue ink on a single sheet, written by 2011.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · SHORTER LYRICS
UNPUBLISHED · POEM · SHORT
Tom's previously unpublished two-line handwritten poem Tell me which side you're on - do you or don't you Read Tom?, in blue ink on a single sheet.
- Why it matters
- Tom's previously unpublished two-line poem Tell me which side you're on - do you or don't you Read Tom?, in blue ink - a line that plays on the Read Tom name he used for his own poetry.draft - not yet proved
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Previously unpublished ; Unreleased poems ; Funny ; Writingdraft - not yet proved
- Published in
- PREVIOUSLY UNPUBLISHEDSearched against the 34 albums, every book and Poems By Tom - found in none of them
- Age when written
- written by age 33 at the latestdated from the earliest book it appears in - the sheet itself may be older
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2011
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Tell me which side you're on
Do you or don't you Read Tom?
Do you or don't you Read Tom?
FULL
Item 500
WHAT I DO
In one sentence: Tom's poem 'What I Do' ('The weight of the world falls upon my shoulders'), handwritten on a single unlined sheet of white printer paper, written by 2011.
Item type
POEM · IN TOM'S ANTHOLOGY (SEPTEMBER 2011) · FULL POEM
PUBLISHED · POEM · FULL
Tom's handwritten poem WHAT I DO (The weight of the world falls upon my shoulders), on a single unlined sheet of white printer paper, published in 200 Poems Waiting For Music.
- Why it matters
- Tom's original handwritten poem WHAT I DO ('The weight of the world falls upon my shoulders'), on unlined printer paper, published in 200 Poems Waiting For Music (2013) and 180 Good Poems (2012).
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Unreleased poems ; 200 Poems Waiting For Music (2013) ; Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013) ; Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014) ; 180 Good Poems (2012) ; Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012 ; Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 ; Internal Struggle ; Writing
- Published in
- IN A BOOK200 Poems Waiting For Music (2013)
Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014)
180 Good Poems (2012)
Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012
Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 - Age when written
- written by age 33 at the latestdated from the earliest book it appears in - the sheet itself may be older
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2011
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WHAT I DO
The weight of the world falls upon my shoulders
And I let it drag me down...
I feel shackled to this boulder
That I've been carrying around...
I see so many people who
still think just like you
I wish to erase and create a blank slate
And give 'em a good talking to...
What else can I do?
I see so many people
Losing faith in themselves
Never wondering if they could make
a difference
Instead they leave it to someone else
And that's the world we're living in
In this great state of divide
Now you know why I do what I do
Me and these friends of mine
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The weight of the world falls upon my shoulders
And I let it drag me down...
I feel shackled to this boulder
That I've been carrying around...
I see so many people who
still think just like you
I wish to erase and create a blank slate
And give 'em a good talking to...
What else can I do?
I see so many people
Losing faith in themselves
Never wondering if they could make
a difference
Instead they leave it to someone else
And that's the world we're living in
In this great state of divide
Now you know why I do what I do
Me and these friends of mine
---
[Left Page]
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Sat Boston)
Item 503
Show me a liar once
In one sentence: Tom's poem 'Show me a liar once and I'll show you a liar twice,' with syllable counts and orange lettering, kept with a sheet headed 'Slap Me', written by 2011.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · FULL POEM
PUBLISHED · POEM · FULL
Tom's handwritten poem Show me a liar once and I'll show you a liar twice, with stanza syllable counts and large orange lettering on the page, published in 200 Poems Waiting For Music, together with a second sheet under the same number headed SLAP ME in big bubble letters (I'm getting angry... unhappy / If I start crying... Please slap me).
- Why it matters
- Tom's original handwritten poem Show me a liar once and I'll show you a liar twice, with stanza syllable counts, published in 200 Poems Waiting For Music (2013) and 180 Good Poems (2012).draft - not yet proved
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Unreleased poems ; 200 Poems Waiting For Music (2013) ; Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013) ; Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014) ; 180 Good Poems (2012) ; Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012 ; Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 ; Societydraft - not yet proved
- Published in
- IN A BOOK200 Poems Waiting For Music (2013)
Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014)
180 Good Poems (2012)
Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012
Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 - Age when written
- written by age 33 at the latest for SHOW ME A LIAR; written by age 32 at the latest for the SLAP ME sheetproved: the SLAP ME words are in the poem EAST TIMOR in Chomskian Poems (July 4, 2011) - the sheets may be older
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- Tom's Story: 2011
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Show me a liar once
And I'll show you a liar twice
You say you'll walk across the fire
When you're really skating on thin ice
[8] So it seem you showed me a face
[7] Thats belonged to someone else
[7] Then Offered me a your embrace
[7] But [crossed out: the] your love [crossed out word] was never felt
Show me a liar once
And I'll show you a liar Twice
You say you'll walk across the fire
When you're really skating on thin ice
[crossed out text] said our forever was Today
And for us that time stood still
Then why do I feel this way?
[crossed out: Right now like your looks could kill]
Like I got a cold shoulder's [crossed out: and] chill
8
7
7
7
10
[Large script writing in orange marker:] Jack [R]
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[second sheet under this number, picture 2 - blocks 5-0-3]
SLAP ME
I'm getting angry... unhappy
If I start crying... Please slap me
Just put me in my place
Slap that frown right off my fucking face
You see I'm in a delicate state
Been like this for years
How long will I have to wait?
So many emotions
Though only my bleeding is constant
Do whatever it takes
For that's how bad I want it
Yet the only face I trust
Is that of the moon
I could never believe in us
It's far, far too soon
I may never believe in any [crossed out word] one
Not with all the women I've seen
That's why inside my pants I pack two guns
One's quick on the draw
The other... no one knows where its been
And I'll show you a liar twice
You say you'll walk across the fire
When you're really skating on thin ice
[8] So it seem you showed me a face
[7] Thats belonged to someone else
[7] Then Offered me a your embrace
[7] But [crossed out: the] your love [crossed out word] was never felt
Show me a liar once
And I'll show you a liar Twice
You say you'll walk across the fire
When you're really skating on thin ice
[crossed out text] said our forever was Today
And for us that time stood still
Then why do I feel this way?
[crossed out: Right now like your looks could kill]
Like I got a cold shoulder's [crossed out: and] chill
8
7
7
7
10
[Large script writing in orange marker:] Jack [R]
---
[second sheet under this number, picture 2 - blocks 5-0-3]
SLAP ME
I'm getting angry... unhappy
If I start crying... Please slap me
Just put me in my place
Slap that frown right off my fucking face
You see I'm in a delicate state
Been like this for years
How long will I have to wait?
So many emotions
Though only my bleeding is constant
Do whatever it takes
For that's how bad I want it
Yet the only face I trust
Is that of the moon
I could never believe in us
It's far, far too soon
I may never believe in any [crossed out word] one
Not with all the women I've seen
That's why inside my pants I pack two guns
One's quick on the draw
The other... no one knows where its been
Item 537
I've been waiting for my baby
In one sentence: Tom's love poem 'I've been waiting for my baby longer than anyone should,' handwritten on a spiral-torn lined sheet, later printed in his anthologies, written by 2011.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · FULL POEM
PUBLISHED · POEM · FULL
Tom's handwritten love poem I've been waiting for my baby longer than anyone should, on a spiral-torn lined sheet, published in his poem anthologies and Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead.
- Why it matters
- Tom's original handwritten love poem I've been waiting for my baby longer than anyone should, published in Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014) and his anthologies.
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Unreleased poems ; Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013) ; Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014) ; Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012 ; Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 ; Love
- Published in
- IN A BOOKTom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014)
Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012
Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 - Age when written
- written by age 33 at the latestdated from the earliest book it appears in - the sheet itself may be older
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2011
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I've been waiting for my baby
Longer than anyone should
The one who used to tell maybe
At least now I knew she would
It took two long years
For her to finally come around
And As I hid my fears
I never made a sound
I just kept waiting while hoping
She'd tell me what I'd waited for her to say
When anyone asked me I'd say joking
That I think today may be the day
Imagine my surprise when it was real
When I'd say that day had finally come
So now I feel like the man of steel
And the only thing that can hurt me is a gun
Longer than anyone should
The one who used to tell maybe
At least now I knew she would
It took two long years
For her to finally come around
And As I hid my fears
I never made a sound
I just kept waiting while hoping
She'd tell me what I'd waited for her to say
When anyone asked me I'd say joking
That I think today may be the day
Imagine my surprise when it was real
When I'd say that day had finally come
So now I feel like the man of steel
And the only thing that can hurt me is a gun
Item 539
I'm the kid in the class who likes to clown
In one sentence: Tom's lyric 'I'm the kid in the class who likes to clown,' on a torn spiral-pad sheet, written by 2011.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · FULL LYRICS
PUBLISHED · POEM · FULL
Tom's handwritten lyric I'm the kid in the class who likes to clown (if you missed what was said I wrote it down), on a torn spiral-pad sheet.
- Why it matters
- Tom's original handwritten lyric I'm the kid in the class who likes to clown ('if you missed what was said I wrote it down').
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013) ; Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012 ; Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 ; Childhood ; Writing ; Funny
- Published in
- IN A BOOKTom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012
Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 - Age when written
- written by age 33 at the latestdated from the earliest book it appears in - the sheet itself may be older
- Same words
- also written out as number 935matched on the words by machine - Tom confirms
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2011
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I'm the kid in the class who likes to clown
If you missed what was said I wrote it down
Unless my mind is freely roaming and it be
Immersed in the cleansing pool of poetry.
For then I couldn't be paying attention
to what was truely important
and that is what is trapped inside my soul
When it wants to come out it's outta my control
It doesn't give a damn about me
Just screams Stop, look, [?] listen and feel
keeps on saying there's this big plan for me
I don't care what I do just so long as it's real
Ever since I underwent deep meditation
I finally found what makes this world go round
After many long months of stoned contemplation
I'm finally ready to reveal what I've found
Sorry, could you repeat the question?
Oops, I didn't realize I was the only one who talked
If that idea was a ship then it just went off to sea
we'll have to catch next time it hits the dock
Funny, I don't remember things as well as I seemed
to yesterday
It just goes to show we're growing
older every day.
If you missed what was said I wrote it down
Unless my mind is freely roaming and it be
Immersed in the cleansing pool of poetry.
For then I couldn't be paying attention
to what was truely important
and that is what is trapped inside my soul
When it wants to come out it's outta my control
It doesn't give a damn about me
Just screams Stop, look, [?] listen and feel
keeps on saying there's this big plan for me
I don't care what I do just so long as it's real
Ever since I underwent deep meditation
I finally found what makes this world go round
After many long months of stoned contemplation
I'm finally ready to reveal what I've found
Sorry, could you repeat the question?
Oops, I didn't realize I was the only one who talked
If that idea was a ship then it just went off to sea
we'll have to catch next time it hits the dock
Funny, I don't remember things as well as I seemed
to yesterday
It just goes to show we're growing
older every day.
Item 541
So many things I long to tell you
In one sentence: Tom's poem 'So many things I long to tell you,' a promise that it gets a little better every day, handwritten on a torn lined sheet, written by 2011.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · FULL POEM
PUBLISHED · POEM · FULL
Tom's handwritten poem So many things I long to tell you (and I know how much you hurt inside, but it gets a little better everyday), on a torn lined sheet, published in 200 Poems Waiting For Music.
- Why it matters
- Tom's original handwritten poem So many things I long to tell you ('it gets a little better everyday'), published in 200 Poems Waiting For Music (2013) and 180 Good Poems (2012).
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Unreleased poems ; 200 Poems Waiting For Music (2013) ; Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013) ; 180 Good Poems (2012) ; A Lifetime Of Rhyme (2020) ; Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012 ; Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 ; Love ; Inspiring
- Published in
- IN A BOOK200 Poems Waiting For Music (2013)
Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
180 Good Poems (2012)
A Lifetime Of Rhyme (2020)
Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012
Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 - Age when written
- written by age 33 at the latestbest guess - not yet proved: 5 of its 14 lines are in Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 (Laima dedication), inside the poem OLD MAN WINTER - the sheet itself may be older
- Same words
- also written out as number 145matched on the words by machine - Tom confirms
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2011
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So many things I long to tell you
So many words I've yet to say
And I know how much you hurt inside
But it gets a little better everyday
Where do you look to find salvation?
Is it of this world or up on high?
Do you seek to escape starvation of the mind
Livin' in reality? Livin' in a lie?
A mind scatters, she blinks her eyes
Torn and tattered, to no one's surpize
Will it get better
Or unravel like a sweater?
Only one is to say
And she's day to day
So many words I've yet to say
And I know how much you hurt inside
But it gets a little better everyday
Where do you look to find salvation?
Is it of this world or up on high?
Do you seek to escape starvation of the mind
Livin' in reality? Livin' in a lie?
A mind scatters, she blinks her eyes
Torn and tattered, to no one's surpize
Will it get better
Or unravel like a sweater?
Only one is to say
And she's day to day
Item 543
Say anything
In one sentence: Tom's black-ink poem 'Say Anything', three verses opening 'The captain of the ship's now hiding in the crow's nest,' on loose-leaf, written by 2011.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · FULL LYRICS
PUBLISHED · POEM · FULL
Tom's handwritten black-ink poem Say anything, with its title in bubble letters, three four-line verses opening The captain of the ship's now hiding in the crow's nest, on loose-leaf.
- Why it matters
- Tom's original handwritten poem Say anything, title in bubble letters, three verses opening 'The captain of the ship's now hiding in the crow's nest'.
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012 ; Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 ; Loneliness & Solitude ; Societythe old category list says: LONELINESS & SOLITUDE (not checked by Tom)
- Published in
- IN A BOOKTom's Anthology, July 25, 2012
Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 - Age when written
- written by age 33 at the latestproved: its words are in Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 (Laima dedication) - the sheet itself may be older
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2011
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The captain of the ship's now hiding in the crows nest
while all his fellow sailors search for land
Busy Standing on deck with their maps in their hand
when youre looking for gold of course you go west
As it began to rain their vessel started to sway
All the sailors got nervous so they broke out the gin
And began praying to god to save them from sin
Shouting they'd give up their gold for just one more day
Then the sun abruptly broke and ended the showers
Lifted were their troubles - all twenty four tons
A face appeared saying youre safe now my sons
So god made the deal - All dead in twenty-four hours
while all his fellow sailors search for land
Busy Standing on deck with their maps in their hand
when youre looking for gold of course you go west
As it began to rain their vessel started to sway
All the sailors got nervous so they broke out the gin
And began praying to god to save them from sin
Shouting they'd give up their gold for just one more day
Then the sun abruptly broke and ended the showers
Lifted were their troubles - all twenty four tons
A face appeared saying youre safe now my sons
So god made the deal - All dead in twenty-four hours
Item 547
Go Away, Don't Go Away, I Don't Need You Any More
In one sentence: Tom's pencil poem 'go away, don't go away, I don't need you any more,' addressed to his guitar, with 'dear guitar' up the margin, written by 2011.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · FULL POEM
PUBLISHED · POEM · FULL
Tom's handwritten pencil poem go away, don't go away, I don't need you any more, addressed to his guitar with the note dear guitar up the left margin, on a spiral-torn lined sheet, published in 200 Poems Waiting For Music.
- Why it matters
- Tom's original handwritten pencil poem go away, don't go away, I don't need you any more, written to his guitar ('dear guitar' up the margin) - the instrument behind his songs - published in 200 Poems Waiting For Music (2013).
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Unreleased poems ; 200 Poems Waiting For Music (2013) ; Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013) ; Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014) ; 180 Good Poems (2012) ; Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012 ; Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 ; Music ; Love
- Published in
- IN A BOOK200 Poems Waiting For Music (2013)
Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014)
180 Good Poems (2012)
Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012
Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 - Age when written
- written by age 33 at the latestdated from the earliest book it appears in - the sheet itself may be older
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2011
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38 dear guitar
-
go away / don't go away
I don't need you any more
Fly away / don't fly away
I just opened up [crossed out] my arms / I just opened up the door
Go AWAY Go AWAY
I love you -
Don't go
go away
I don't need you any more
Fly away / come back and stay.
I just opened up the door/ We'll meet again some day
Shouldn't try to cage what is wild
Clinging to a teddy bear clutching like a child
Go away / I don't go away
Won't waste tomorrow like I have spent yesterday
I love you -
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go away / don't go away
I don't need you any more
Fly away / don't fly away
I just opened up [crossed out] my arms / I just opened up the door
Go AWAY Go AWAY
I love you -
Don't go
go away
I don't need you any more
Fly away / come back and stay.
I just opened up the door/ We'll meet again some day
Shouldn't try to cage what is wild
Clinging to a teddy bear clutching like a child
Go away / I don't go away
Won't waste tomorrow like I have spent yesterday
I love you -
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Item 548
Funny how I quit believing once I started bleeding
In one sentence: Tom's handwritten poem 'Funny how I quit believing once I started bleeding,' an angry argument with God, on a lined sheet of paper, written by 2011.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · HALF LYRICS
PUBLISHED · POEM · HALF
Tom's handwritten poem Funny how I quit believing once I started bleeding, an angry argument with God, on a lined sheet.
- Why it matters
- Tom's original handwritten poem Funny how I quit believing once I started bleeding, an angry argument with God, published in his 2011 anthology.
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Unreleased poems ; Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 ; Chomskian ; Miscellaneous ; State Of The World ; Faith ; Internal Strugglethe old category list says: CHOMSKIAN ; MISCELLANEOUS ; STATE OF THE WORLD (not checked by Tom)
- Published in
- IN A BOOKTom's Anthology, September 18, 2011
- Age when written
- written by age 33 at the latestdated from the earliest book it appears in - the sheet itself may be older
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2011
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Funny how I quit believing once I started
bleeding
I said "Fuck off God! You gave me life,
Now you've given me death.
So now we are even, finally rest my mind
Going down stairs to the kitchen without
my fetter mankind
I Don't like the giant ants
Each one of them waiting in line
Seeming some messiah
Keep getting bigger, stronger and faster higher
Why you in such a hurry you bastards?
that gone
Oops lets retract that
Drop this smoking gun
* Sometimes I seem such a cranky old bastard.
And I'm still relatively young
We all have the power
To climb the tallest tower
With a sniper's scope
And a lost ray of hope
All jacked up off dope
My gun and scope
Grab the gun and watch them run
Killing giant ants can be so much fun
bleeding
I said "Fuck off God! You gave me life,
Now you've given me death.
So now we are even, finally rest my mind
Going down stairs to the kitchen without
my fetter mankind
I Don't like the giant ants
Each one of them waiting in line
Seeming some messiah
Keep getting bigger, stronger and faster higher
Why you in such a hurry you bastards?
that gone
Oops lets retract that
Drop this smoking gun
* Sometimes I seem such a cranky old bastard.
And I'm still relatively young
We all have the power
To climb the tallest tower
With a sniper's scope
And a lost ray of hope
All jacked up off dope
My gun and scope
Grab the gun and watch them run
Killing giant ants can be so much fun
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Item 565
There ain't no money in saving the world
In one sentence: Tom's poem 'There Ain't No Money In Saving The World,' in pen on a torn lined sheet with small doodles and a hand-drawn rhyme box, written by 2011.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · FULL POEM
PUBLISHED · POEM · FULL
Tom's handwritten poem THERE AIN'T NO MONEY IN SAVING THE WORLD, in pen on a torn sheet of lined notebook paper with small doodles and a hand-drawn A B C rhyme box, published in the Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013).
- Why it matters
- Tom's original handwritten poem There Ain't No Money In Saving The World, with his doodles and a hand-drawn A B C rhyme box showing how he worked the rhymes, published in the Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013).
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013) ; Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012 ; Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 ; Society ; Heartbreakthe old category list says: HEARTBREAK (not checked by Tom)
- Published in
- IN A BOOKTom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012
Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 - Age when written
- written by age 33 at the latestdated from the earliest book it appears in - the sheet itself may be older
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2011
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There ain't no money in saving the world
when you ask for contributions
People just look at you funny
And say you're nuts like a squirrel
Won't join in my little revolution
Would rather go home and [illegible] up their pearls
Their priceless heirloom For their little girl
Mistaking attrition for absolution
reign supreme
Yet when it's her time to [crossed out text]
Everything worth saving will be gone
Just when she's entering her prime
There'll [crossed out text] be nothing but wall-to-wall human beings
And she'll be left to wonder where [crossed out text] it all went wrong
Her parents never acted on what they were seeing
Just kept on folling the orders of the old regime
When it was then time to wake up they just yawned
A B
C A B
C B B C
when you ask for contributions
People just look at you funny
And say you're nuts like a squirrel
Won't join in my little revolution
Would rather go home and [illegible] up their pearls
Their priceless heirloom For their little girl
Mistaking attrition for absolution
reign supreme
Yet when it's her time to [crossed out text]
Everything worth saving will be gone
Just when she's entering her prime
There'll [crossed out text] be nothing but wall-to-wall human beings
And she'll be left to wonder where [crossed out text] it all went wrong
Her parents never acted on what they were seeing
Just kept on folling the orders of the old regime
When it was then time to wake up they just yawned
A B
C A B
C B B C
Item 579
Everything that was once important
In one sentence: Tom's blue-ink poem 'Everything That Was Once Important,' about the ideals he once wrote so proudly making an about-face, on torn loose-leaf, written by 2011.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · FULL POEM
PUBLISHED · POEM · FULL
Tom's handwritten poem EVERYTHING THAT WAS ONCE IMPORTANT, in blue ink on a torn sheet of lined loose-leaf, about the ideals he once wrote down so proudly making an about-face turn, published in the Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013).
- Why it matters
- Tom's original handwritten poem Everything That Was Once Important, about the ideals he once wrote down so proudly making an about-face turn, published in the Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013).on file: muse WIFE
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013) ; Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012 ; Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 ; Muse: Wife (on file) ; Love ; Growing up
- Published in
- IN A BOOKTom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012
Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 - Age when written
- written by age 33 at the latestdated from the earliest book it appears in - the sheet itself may be older
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2011
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Every thing that was once important
Has since made an about face turn
Ideals and values which I once wrote {struck: down} so proud
The paper which they were written on has burned
Caught a spark from some illumination
And I now watch them burn
I once heard a wise man say
The only certainty in life is change
Opinions drift with each passing day
Nothing ever remains exactly the same
This good life I lead
Along with my love for you
I may find I don't need
And {struck: it} They could die too
The high {struck: path} road that I walk on may crumble
I could find my self among the trash cans in an alley
The mountains I climbed could be a volcano and rumble
For fear of explosion I may hide in the valley
The very place where I learned how to climb
The waving road I travel could bend
blind
Has since made an about face turn
Ideals and values which I once wrote {struck: down} so proud
The paper which they were written on has burned
Caught a spark from some illumination
And I now watch them burn
I once heard a wise man say
The only certainty in life is change
Opinions drift with each passing day
Nothing ever remains exactly the same
This good life I lead
Along with my love for you
I may find I don't need
And {struck: it} They could die too
The high {struck: path} road that I walk on may crumble
I could find my self among the trash cans in an alley
The mountains I climbed could be a volcano and rumble
For fear of explosion I may hide in the valley
The very place where I learned how to climb
The waving road I travel could bend
blind
Item 582
SWIMMING COWS
In one sentence: Tom's poem 'Swimming Cows', a story that begins with a sinking boat, partly in faint pencil on a torn spiral-notebook sheet, written by 2011.
Item type
POEM · IN TOM'S ANTHOLOGY (SEPTEMBER 2011) · FULL POEM
PUBLISHED · POEM · FULL
Tom's handwritten poem SWIMMING COWS, partly in faint pencil on a torn spiral-notebook sheet, a story that begins with a sinking boat, published in the Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013).
- Why it matters
- Tom's original handwritten poem Swimming Cows, partly in faint pencil, a story that begins with a sinking boat, published in the Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013).draft - not yet proved
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013) ; Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012 ; Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 ; Storytelling ; Funnydraft - not yet proved
- Published in
- IN A BOOKTom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012
Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 - Age when written
- written by age 33 at the latestdated from the earliest book it appears in - the sheet itself may be older
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2011
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SWIMMING COWS
The boat was sinking
What else was there to do?
So after some thinking
I knew what I had to do
Stared her in the eyes
This time without blinking
I {struck: And} gently told her we were through
It's quite a rough sea out there
Be careful who you let on board
Often just when you think the coast is clear
You may be attacked (Oh Lord)
So I make sure I'm the one who steers
Because Unwanted passengers I cannot
afford
The crew which I trust so much
Not one of them can row against the tide
When they're weak I'll be their crutch
I will never leave their side
But only If I know I'll feel their touch
Upon my shoulder with a sense of pride,
And though this may seem a bit much
But I'll yank out their tongues if they
ever tell me a lie
Lyings not allowed
Neither are sacred cows
Or All their bull shit!
I'm not a hypocrite
I've just gone legit
The boat was sinking
What else was there to do?
So after some thinking
I knew what I had to do
Stared her in the eyes
This time without blinking
I {struck: And} gently told her we were through
It's quite a rough sea out there
Be careful who you let on board
Often just when you think the coast is clear
You may be attacked (Oh Lord)
So I make sure I'm the one who steers
Because Unwanted passengers I cannot
afford
The crew which I trust so much
Not one of them can row against the tide
When they're weak I'll be their crutch
I will never leave their side
But only If I know I'll feel their touch
Upon my shoulder with a sense of pride,
And though this may seem a bit much
But I'll yank out their tongues if they
ever tell me a lie
Lyings not allowed
Neither are sacred cows
Or All their bull shit!
I'm not a hypocrite
I've just gone legit
Item 585
Sitting here alone
In one sentence: Tom's short song lyric 'Sitting Here Alone,' about watching the clock and the door and wondering whether to go home, in blue ink on a spiral-torn sheet, written by 2011.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · FULL LYRICS
PUBLISHED · POEM · FULL
Tom's handwritten short song lyric SITTING HERE ALONE, in blue ink on a sheet torn from a spiral notebook, about watching the clock and the door and wondering whether to go home, published in the Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013).
- Why it matters
- Tom's original handwritten lyric Sitting Here Alone, about watching the clock and the door and wondering whether to go home, published in the Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013).
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013) ; A Lifetime Of Rhyme (2020) ; Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012 ; Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 ; Loneliness ; Heartbreak
- Published in
- IN A BOOKTom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
A Lifetime Of Rhyme (2020)
Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012
Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 - Age when written
- written by age 33 at the latestdated from the earliest book it appears in - the sheet itself may be older
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2011
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Sitting here alone
keeping one eye on the cloch
and the other eye on the door
Should I go home?
And let my sickness stop
And just see what's instore?
When your patience is thin
You forget where you've been
Only think about where you're going
And hide all the pain that shouldn't be showing
But my patience is wearing thin
I think I'll let the night pass
as I sleep
And let a new day begin
keeping one eye on the cloch
and the other eye on the door
Should I go home?
And let my sickness stop
And just see what's instore?
When your patience is thin
You forget where you've been
Only think about where you're going
And hide all the pain that shouldn't be showing
But my patience is wearing thin
I think I'll let the night pass
as I sleep
And let a new day begin
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Item 628
Cold Slabbed And Toe Tagged
In one sentence: Tom's unpublished ink lyric 'Cold Slabbed And Toe Tagged,' about a body sent home in a plastic bag with a flag, in a one-subject spiral school notebook, written by 2011.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · HALF LYRICS
UNPUBLISHED · POEM · HALF
Tom's previously unpublished handwritten lyric COLD SLABBED AND TOE TAGGED, seven lines in ink in a one-subject spiral school notebook about a body sent home to mama in a plastic bag with a flag and a priest at the door, with a second page in the same notebook beginning My Love is one thousand days dead.
- Why it matters
- Tom's original handwritten lyric Cold Slabbed And Toe Tagged, never published, in a one-subject spiral school notebook, about a young man going home to mama in a plastic bag with a flag and a priest at the door.draft - not yet proved
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Previously unpublished poems ; Notebooks ; War ; Death ; Societydraft - not yet proved
- Published in
- PREVIOUSLY UNPUBLISHEDSearched against the 34 albums, every book and Poems By Tom - found in none of them
- Age when written
- written by age 33 at the latestbest guess - not yet proved: its words are in Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 (Laima dedication) - the sheet itself may be older
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2011
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The words on this page
Cold slabbed and toe tagged
Going home to mama in a plastic bag
Here's your Flag!
Priest at your door
Go ahead and cry some more
Can't save the poor... Oh Lord!
Here comes more...
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My Love is one thousand days dead
But she still lives as long as I have
Went from completely full to totally empty [?].
Now I got nothing where was one [?] plenty.
And I'm glad you asked:
What if I could go back?
All that love
But then [?] all that loss
the pain
What would Jesus do looking down from above?
Would [?] still carry that cross?
Is my pain art?
or is art my pain?
Is all Lost or can I be saved?
When I speak does anyone hear me?
Has anyone seen the whole picture clearly?
Going home to mama in a plastic bag
Here's your Flag!
Priest at your door
Go ahead and cry some more
Can't save the poor... Oh Lord!
Here comes more...
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My Love is one thousand days dead
But she still lives as long as I have
Went from completely full to totally empty [?].
Now I got nothing where was one [?] plenty.
And I'm glad you asked:
What if I could go back?
All that love
But then [?] all that loss
the pain
What would Jesus do looking down from above?
Would [?] still carry that cross?
Is my pain art?
or is art my pain?
Is all Lost or can I be saved?
When I speak does anyone hear me?
Has anyone seen the whole picture clearly?
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Item 629
Turn all that negativity
In one sentence: Tom's poem 'Turn All That Negativity,' about turning it into positive energy, on a folded plain white sheet with a few more lines inside, written by 2011.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · FULL POEM
PUBLISHED · POEM · FULL
Tom's handwritten poem TURN ALL THAT NEGATIVITY, on a folded plain white sheet with a few more lines inside, about turning negativity into positive energy and ending up where you're supposed to be, published in the Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013).
- Why it matters
- Tom's original handwritten poem Turn All That Negativity, on a folded sheet with three more lines inside ('My heart palpitates'), about turning negativity into positive energy, published in the Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013).
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013) ; Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014) ; Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012 ; Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 ; Inspiring ; Motivational
- Published in
- IN A BOOKTom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014)
Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012
Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 - Age when written
- written by age 33 at the latestdated from the earliest book it appears in - the sheet itself may be older
- Same words
- also written out as number 926matched on the words by machine - Tom confirms
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2011
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Turn all that negativity
Into positive energy
Unravel what this world wants from me
Keep travelling until you end up
Just where you're supposed to be
Like your last name was wilbury
Decide if the truth was ever
carved in the stone
yes, men have moved mountains
yet have never moved them
Any carpenter can build a house
But it's up to you to make it a
home
The idols are many
the gods are few.
What you believe in is up to you
And the book that was written
No one knows if it's true
When it's your time
Is anything left but your name?
Is there any greater sin
Than a mind that will never
change
That will always remain the
same?
---
My heart palpitates
The hands of time move
yet still I wait
Into positive energy
Unravel what this world wants from me
Keep travelling until you end up
Just where you're supposed to be
Like your last name was wilbury
Decide if the truth was ever
carved in the stone
yes, men have moved mountains
yet have never moved them
Any carpenter can build a house
But it's up to you to make it a
home
The idols are many
the gods are few.
What you believe in is up to you
And the book that was written
No one knows if it's true
When it's your time
Is anything left but your name?
Is there any greater sin
Than a mind that will never
change
That will always remain the
same?
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My heart palpitates
The hands of time move
yet still I wait