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Semi - Reason

and in the moment of silence, i search for my forsaken voice, buried somewhere, far and adrift, under the summit of sufferings, the rivers of rage, under trampled dreams, under the mottled page, the voice so aloof, i have forgotten it so well, the past of calamity, only if i had a voice; i could tell

Semi - Stoicism

You are as The silver moonlight Which with its grace Dances on the surface of this lake. You, who penetrates my depths And ripples into my being Causing waves to quake. I will be your shelter, In my open arms I will be your rest. I will be as the caves of old, Within me you may find peace From the raging tempest of the world. You may shutter your eyes and dream, For the fire will remain Even if to fuel it, I must burn.

Michael Barrymore Vs Pete Doherty - Episode Four - That's Light Entertainment

In smoky halls where shadows dance, There strides a man with flair and stance. With saxophone in hand, he's seen, Shane Ritchie, the jazz machine. His fingers glide on keys so fine, A melody born from his mind's design. Each note he plays, a tale untold, In his jazz world, he's bold and bold. His voice, a velvet, smooth and low, Sings of love lost and nights aglow. The rhythm flows through every chord, In Shane Ritchie, jazz is adored. In every riff, a story's spun, Of midnight dreams beneath the sun. With passion deep and soul so pure, Shane Ritchie's jazz will endure.

Michael Barrymore Vs Pete Doherty - Episode Three - Liberteen

There once was a scientist named Kelly Whose name was made famous quite quickly He spoke on the radio About WMDs, you know But then he was found dead in on a hilly

Michael Barrymore Vs Pete Doherty - Episode Two - Body to Body

In childhood's realm, young Barrymore did dwell, A world apart, where trials and hardships swelled. No tender hands to guide him on life's path, Alone he wandered, facing nature's wrath. With naught but strength and grit as his allies, He forged ahead beneath the open skies. No sheltered haven, no familial care, Yet in his heart, a fire burned, aware. Through solitary hours, his spirit grew, A resilient bloom, steadfast and true. He learned to navigate life's turbulent tide, As independence became his faithful guide. In iambic pentameter's rhythmic sway, The tale of Barrymore's youth takes its play. A child untamed, but with a noble flame, He braved the storms, each challenge he overcame. Though trials marked his path in early years, His spirit soared above all doubts and fears. In each footfall, a tale of strength untold, A young soul destined to break the mold. So let us ponder, in poetic rhyme, The resilience of Barrymore's early time. A child of fortitude, his own beacon bright, Who forged a path, defying starless night.