Mark Tull


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    It's good.... by Mark Tull

    It’s good to talk..
    but sometimes, it’s better to listen…

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    There's more... by Mark Tull

    There’s more to Black and White than just…
    ‘Greyscale’

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    Live... by Mark Tull

    Live each day as if it’s your last…
    ‘cause one day, it will be…

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    Hunger by Mark Tull

    He sits alone
    Ignored by others
    The men in suits
    His so called brothers
    No chicken wrap with mayo lite
    Every moment is a constant fight
    He lives his life
    One moment at a time
    Beggin…

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    Better... by Mark Tull

    Better to be late in this world…
    Than early in the next ...

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    Real life.. by Mark Tull

    I find real life far more stimulating than still life ...

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    sometimes... by Mark Tull

    Sometimes, to look foward
    We need to look back…

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    A fishy tail... by Mark Tull

    She sits alone, on the shore
    Looking for the man she knew before
    He’s out there somewhere, in calm or foul weather
    Riding the storm
    Sailing to her
    Through the swells of the sea
    And the wi…

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    Mermaid by Mark Tull

    She once swam free, a beautiful mermaid…
    But not today
    For today she is sinking, gasping for air
    Being drawn down, by the vortex
    The undertow of life
    He reaches down, the sailor
    With hi…

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    Music, Man.. by Mark Tull

    He stands there, in the spotlight
    supported by the band, adored by the crowd..
    But he’s a man alone, eyes wide shut, lost in that place..
    Feeling the rhythm, playing from within, from his he…

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    Sex.. by Mark Tull

    Sex is like a game of Bridge…
    If you don’t have a good partner, you’d better have a good hand…

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    Alone... by Mark Tull

    She sits alone
    On the chair
    The one in the park
    That they used to share
    She feels his arms
    She feels his strength
    His love for her
    An immeasurable length
    She’s not alone
    For he’s still…

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    Special K by Mark Tull

    I sit alone and wonder why
    I have my art, i have my writing
    I feel so lonely, i could cry
    Fair-weather friends, not that exciting

    Should you ever feel like this,
    You need to talk, then d…

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    ART... by Mark Tull

    Art for points is pointless…

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    Fear..... by Mark Tull

    Fear not the future, make it….

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    jellycotta army keeps on marching... by Mark Tull

    Ok, so these little fellas have taken a bit of stick today, so this is more about them than me..
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    Well done guys, now, puff those chests out a…

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