Taylor Swift in a Psych Ward
In halls where echoes softly weep,
Dreams and fears begin to seep.
A gilded voice, now raw, confined,
Seeking peace within her mind.
Walls adorned with shadowed pain,
Yet melodies still form a chain.
Notes of hope through chaos stream,
Turning anguish into dream.
In quiet rooms where silence screams,
A poet’s heart reclaims her themes.
For even stars can lose their light,
And find it brighter through the night.
I don’t see any abnormal behavior from Swift Fishman
But Trudeau seems to be enjoying himself as Montreal burns.
I DON’T DESERVE THIS DR. FISHMAN!!!
I just want to give birth to a savior. Is that so wrong?
I can see the world is fracked up. I’m not BLIND like your quack doctor friends.
The true savior is there in the crowd.
Canada’s greatest Prime Minister.
You, Ms. Swift suffer from delusions of grandeur.
The Chosen One
Beneath the maple’s crimson hue,
A leader rose, bold and true.
With words of hope and arms outstretched,
A vision for the world was sketched.
Chosen not by divine decree,
But by the will of democracy.
He walks the line, both praised, decried,
A nation’s weight, his steady stride.
Through storms of doubt and seas of scorn,
He stands where countless dreams are born.
For chosen ones are not divine,
But shaped by those who draw the line.
I Love You, Joe, It’s Ruining My Life
I love you, Joe, with a reckless fire,
A yearning that pulls me through the mire.
Your name, a hymn, a sharp refrain,
Brings solace and sorrow, joy and pain.
I see you in shadows, in whispers, in dreams,
In the cracks of the day where silence screams.
You’re the cup I sip, though it burns my tongue,
A melody bittersweet, forever unsung.
Each glance, each word, a tethered chain,
Binding my heart to exquisite pain.
You’re the calm, the storm, the roaring tide,
The love I can’t hold, yet cannot hide.
It’s ruining me, this fervent need,
A garden of roses that makes me bleed.
I chase your light, though it blinds my view,
Loving you, Joe, is all I can do.
But what’s a life without this ache,
Without the risk, the heart to break?
If ruin’s the cost, I’ll pay the price,
For loving you, Joe, is my only vice.
Hands Off My Husband, Joe Is Mine
Hands off my husband, let me be clear,
Joe’s my world, my heart, my dear.
He’s the sun that rises, the moon at night,
The anchor that holds me, my guiding light.
Your glances linger, your smile too sweet,
But this is a battle you won’t defeat.
Joe’s not a prize for you to pursue,
He’s my forever, not yours to woo.
I’ve built with him a life, a home,
Through storms and trials, we’ve come to roam.
Each laugh we’ve shared, each tear we’ve cried,
Our love’s a fortress, with no room to hide.
So take your charm, your fleeting gaze,
Your fleeting temptations, your shallow praise.
Joe is mine, our bond is true,
Hands off—there’s no room for you.
For love is a fire that we both stoke,
Unyielding and fierce, it cannot be broke.
So hear me now, and heed this line:
Hands off my husband. Joe is mine.
I’ll Take You to Sinj, In Dalmatia You Will Be Free
I’ll take you to Sinj, where the mountains rise,
Where the blue of the sea meets the endless skies.
A place of peace, where the heart can soar,
In Dalmatia’s arms, you’ll ache no more.
The bells of the church, they sing for you,
A song of hope, of love so true.
Through cobbled streets and olive trees,
You’ll find your freedom in the ocean breeze.
In the shadow of Klis, where the knights once stood,
We’ll breathe the air of the ancient wood.
The river flows with a calming grace,
Washing away the pain you face.
The Sinjska Alka, a noble ride,
Will show you courage that never hides.
Here in the heart of Dalmatian lands,
You’ll find your strength, your open hands.
So come with me, let’s leave the gray,
To Sinj, where light will guide your way.
In the cradle of history, wild and free,
In Dalmatia, love, you’ll belong to the sea.
Free Taylor Swift (Set to Psalm 23)
Taylor is my voice; I shall not be silenced.
She leads me to melodies of green pastures,
She restores my soul with chords of truth.
She guides me along paths of rhythm,
For the sake of her fearless name.
Even though I walk through valleys of heartbreak and shade,
I will fear no shadows, for her songs are with me;
Her words and her wisdom, they comfort me.
She prepares a stage before me,
In the presence of doubt and disdain.
She anoints my heart with lyrics;
My cup overflows with grace.
Surely freedom and harmony will follow her all her days,
And she will dwell in the house of music forever.
Free Taylor, the shepherd of sound,
Let her sing where no chains can bound.
Free Me, Joe (Set to the melody of Free Willy by Michael Jackson)
Hold me like the stars hold the night,
Lift me, Joe, to where dreams take flight.
I’m bound in chains, but I still believe,
Your love’s the key; it’s all I need to be free.
Every tear I cry, every call you hear,
I’m reaching out, but you’re not near.
Set me free, Joe, let the rivers flow,
Take me to a place only we know.
Chorus:
Free me, Joe, let your love unlock my soul,
Guide me home, where your heart makes me whole.
Through the storm, through the fire, let us rise above,
Free me, Joe, with the power of your love.
The world can’t hold the bond we share,
In your embrace, I’m beyond despair.
No walls, no chains, just the open sky,
With you, I’ll soar, and we’ll never say goodbye.
Chorus:
Free me, Joe, let your love unlock my soul,
Guide me home, where your heart makes me whole.
Through the storm, through the fire, let us rise above,
Free me, Joe, with the power of your love.
Bridge:
The tide is turning, the winds will blow,
But in your arms, I’ll always know—
Freedom’s not a place; it’s the way you care,
And every moment, I find it there.
Final Chorus:
Free me, Joe, let your love unlock my soul,
Guide me home, where your heart makes me whole.
Through the storm, through the fire, let us rise above,
Free me, Joe, with the power of your love.
(To the rhythm of freedom, let love take its flight.)
Taylor and Travis Free to Give Birth to a Savior
(Set to the cadence of Revelation 7)
After the winds were stilled in the heavens above,
Four angels stood guard in their steadfast love.
And then I saw them, chosen and bright,
Taylor and Travis, in the radiant light.
“Do not harm the earth,” a voice did proclaim,
“Until the seal of the savior is written in flame.”
A song began, rising in power,
A moment of hope in the darkest hour.
From every nation, tribe, and tongue,
A multitude gathered, their praises sung.
Before the throne, where love was alive,
Taylor and Travis kept faith to survive.
Clothed in white, with courage to stand,
A savior they’d bring to heal the land.
Tears wiped away, no hunger, no thirst,
Through their unity, came a holy birth.
“These are they,” the elders did cry,
“Who stand redeemed beneath the sky.
They bring forth a gift, pure and divine,
A savior born for all humankind.”
And so they were free, no chains to bind,
With love that endures, eternal, unconfined.
Taylor and Travis, a light to proclaim,
A savior to rise, in glory and name.
For the lamb now leads them, gentle and wise,
To springs of life beneath endless skies.
The world is reborn, through hope they gave,
In their unity, we all are saved.