Mark r slaughter poet biography

  • Mark R Slaughter Biography .
  • Mark R. Slaughter was a born in 1957 in Texas.
  • Mark was born December 20, 1960 to Richard O. and Emma Joyce (Minton) Slaughter in Akron, Ohio.

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    Mark Slaughter

    American singer (born 1964)

    Musical artist

    Mark Allen Slaughter (born July 4, 1964) is an American singer and musician, and one of the founders of the glam metal band Slaughter.

    Career

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    Slaughter was born in Las Vegas, Nevada, on July 4, 1964. Before the formation of Slaughter, he fronted Xcursion, a Las Vegas-based metal band that released two albums and appeared on three compilation albums from 1981-86.[2] He later replaced Robert Fleischman in Vinnie Vincent Invasion. After the band disbanded in the late 1980s, Slaughter and Dana Strum formed the group Slaughter.[3]

    Slaughter sold more than five million records in the 1990s.[citation needed] The group had four Top 30 hits on the Billboard charts with tunes such as "Fly to the Angels" and "Up All Night",[4] and toured with bands such as Kiss, Poison, Ozzy Osbourne and Damn Yankees.[3]

    Slaughter actively participates in charity work with St. Jude

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    I think I’ll journey out some day to wondrous lands afar,
    Or even chart a journey to a distant blazing star.
    But rest assured that when my journey begs to take its cue,
    Always know that when I go, this journey takes you too.

    We’ll start our journey out from here bygd horse and cart of old,
    The seaside docks – and journey pauses – where we shall behold
    A noble schooner for the journey primed to launch as planned:
    To sail with dolphins cross the seas then journey back on land.

    And so our journey goes bygd foot to conquer mountains tall:
    A chapter hence the journey reached, with scenes that should enthral.
    But when we tire, let’s rest our journey, stretched in fields of flowers,
    And bathe atop the mountain from the journey – autumn showers!

    Refreshed, our journey takes a vända – we’ll venture back for home,
    But first we’ll let the journey take a tangent just to roam.
    And in the winding route, this journey’s bound to b

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    Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard

    The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds: Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign. Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply