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tried to take a picture..of love
I wanna fill this new frame..but it's empty
im different, im not important..the freak man who too much thinking about all tragedies in the world, call me Iway. I believe there is a hero in all of us. but sometimes we sacrifice the things we love. but love is the hardest thing to sacrifice..
"blessed be-and remember, you are beautiful, and you are loved"
I wanna fill this new frame..but it's empty
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im different, im not important..the freak man who too much thinking about all tragedies in the world, call me Iway. I believe there is a hero in all of us. but sometimes we sacrifice the things we love. but love is the hardest thing to sacrifice..
"blessed be-and remember, you are beautiful, and you are loved"
tried to write a letter..in ink..
i've got a peice of paper..but it's empty..
It's a mistery to me
we have a greed
with which we have agreed
You think you have to want
more than you need
until you have it all you won't be free
society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me
When you want more than you have
you think you need
and when you think more than you want
your thoughts begin to bleed
I think I need to find a bigger place
'cos when you have more than you think
you need more space
society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me
society, crazy and deep
I hope you're not lonely without me
there's those thinking more or less less is more
but if less is more how you're keeping score?
Means for every point you make
your level drops
kinda like its starting from the top
you can't do that...
society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me
society, crazy and deep
I hope you're not lonely without me
society, have mercy on me
I hope you're not angry if I disagree
society, crazy and deep
I hope you're not lonely without me...
I am an incredible, joyous, wondrous & beautiful creation.
An intriguing, fantastical, mystical, breathtaking & awesome fantasy.
An explosive, powerful, frightening, intimidating creator.
An intelligent, creative, talented & brilliant person.
A bold, inquisitive, cheeky, infuriating child.
A wise, calculating, patient & slow seer.
A soft, sensual, enveloping & warm lover.
An ugly, lonely, abandoned & mistreated victim.
A cruel, uncaring, proud & selfish victor.
A shining, bright, white light.
A strong gust of wind, a star in the night sky, a night sky.
A leaf, a tree, a ground, an air.
A droplet of water, a wave, a river, a beach.
A mirror, a house, a road, a car.
A thought, a feeling, a touch.
A vision, a dream, an illusion.
A word, a sentence, a paragraph, a novel.
An image, a film, a painting in oils.
A worm, an antelope, a dolphin, an eagle.
A hill, a valley, a mountain, a plain.
An earth, a sun, a Saturn, a milky way.
A song, a poem, a voice uplifted.
An eye, a nose, a mouth, an ear.
A hand, a foot, a body, a mind, a soul.
A me, a you, a them, an us.
I am
To Look is to See Somehow it seems,
When I do look,
I often do not see
The clouds, the birds, the trees, the sun,
All that is right in front of me
And soon it seems I look to love
And her star struck eyes
gaze into mine.
But I do not see that look of love
that truly is divine.
So whether my eyes are open,
Or they are tightly closed in sleep
I long to see that which I look at
That which pangs me deep.
So eyes of mine help me to see
and not just look as an act of choice.
For once I see what's inside of me,
only then can I find my inner voice.
The snow settled on the old pine trees like an x-ray,
searching out some kind of cancer,
and the best that I can do is wonder
just exactly what you'd say about it.
I was seven--almost eight, bouncing on a knee,
and if I'd known anything of war
not played with flimsy, dull-edged cards
around an old extendable kitchen table
every two Sundays, I might have asked.
I'll bet it changes people, war, I mean.
Lead-tipped and trigger-operated
death, strafing all those mothers' sons,
mortars like small-town fireworks,
and everything I've read about.
It's cold here, and my footprints explode
into this inch or two, and then disappear,
lost with each gust of wind. And if I could,
I'd ask how a kid no older than me
can get sent to hell and live to talk about it.
What was lost is lost but we will find it again;
The will to live, the will to begin;
We will start not from scratch, but from what is within;
And use our shining light, it will never dim.
We will prove by our existence;
We will never give up the fight;
And triumph after triumph, we won't forget what is right.
We will be creatures of the Earth;
And friends of the Moon;
We will ally with the stars;
Of which all will happen soon.
This time around as to not forget our past;
We won't be overzealous, or move to fast;
We won't deny our freedom, or hide from ourselves;
Because this time around, we are who tells.
We will tell our future, but we won't change the past;
We will decide what is present, and all that is vast.
The love of life is what we will eat;
As our mind will come second, to the heart that beats.
i've got a peice of paper..but it's empty..
Society
Friday, January 9, 2009 ( 9:00 PM )
It's a mistery to me
we have a greed
with which we have agreed
You think you have to want
more than you need
until you have it all you won't be free
society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me
When you want more than you have
you think you need
and when you think more than you want
your thoughts begin to bleed
I think I need to find a bigger place
'cos when you have more than you think
you need more space
society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me
society, crazy and deep
I hope you're not lonely without me
there's those thinking more or less less is more
but if less is more how you're keeping score?
Means for every point you make
your level drops
kinda like its starting from the top
you can't do that...
society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me
society, crazy and deep
I hope you're not lonely without me
society, have mercy on me
I hope you're not angry if I disagree
society, crazy and deep
I hope you're not lonely without me...
Labels: journey of life
I AM
Thursday, January 8, 2009 ( 3:39 AM )
I am an incredible, joyous, wondrous & beautiful creation.
An intriguing, fantastical, mystical, breathtaking & awesome fantasy.
An explosive, powerful, frightening, intimidating creator.
An intelligent, creative, talented & brilliant person.
A bold, inquisitive, cheeky, infuriating child.
A wise, calculating, patient & slow seer.
A soft, sensual, enveloping & warm lover.
An ugly, lonely, abandoned & mistreated victim.
A cruel, uncaring, proud & selfish victor.
A shining, bright, white light.
A strong gust of wind, a star in the night sky, a night sky.
A leaf, a tree, a ground, an air.
A droplet of water, a wave, a river, a beach.
A mirror, a house, a road, a car.
A thought, a feeling, a touch.
A vision, a dream, an illusion.
A word, a sentence, a paragraph, a novel.
An image, a film, a painting in oils.
A worm, an antelope, a dolphin, an eagle.
A hill, a valley, a mountain, a plain.
An earth, a sun, a Saturn, a milky way.
A song, a poem, a voice uplifted.
An eye, a nose, a mouth, an ear.
A hand, a foot, a body, a mind, a soul.
A me, a you, a them, an us.
I am
Labels: journey of life
untitled
Friday, December 19, 2008 ( 8:32 PM )
To Look is to See Somehow it seems,
When I do look,
I often do not see
The clouds, the birds, the trees, the sun,
All that is right in front of me
And soon it seems I look to love
And her star struck eyes
gaze into mine.
But I do not see that look of love
that truly is divine.
So whether my eyes are open,
Or they are tightly closed in sleep
I long to see that which I look at
That which pangs me deep.
So eyes of mine help me to see
and not just look as an act of choice.
For once I see what's inside of me,
only then can I find my inner voice.
Labels: journey of life
Questions for My Grandfather
Saturday, November 22, 2008 ( 3:14 AM )
The snow settled on the old pine trees like an x-ray,
searching out some kind of cancer,
and the best that I can do is wonder
just exactly what you'd say about it.
I was seven--almost eight, bouncing on a knee,
and if I'd known anything of war
not played with flimsy, dull-edged cards
around an old extendable kitchen table
every two Sundays, I might have asked.
I'll bet it changes people, war, I mean.
Lead-tipped and trigger-operated
death, strafing all those mothers' sons,
mortars like small-town fireworks,
and everything I've read about.
It's cold here, and my footprints explode
into this inch or two, and then disappear,
lost with each gust of wind. And if I could,
I'd ask how a kid no older than me
can get sent to hell and live to talk about it.
Labels: journey of life
love found lost
Monday, October 20, 2008 ( 5:01 AM )
What was lost is lost but we will find it again;
The will to live, the will to begin;
We will start not from scratch, but from what is within;
And use our shining light, it will never dim.
We will prove by our existence;
We will never give up the fight;
And triumph after triumph, we won't forget what is right.
We will be creatures of the Earth;
And friends of the Moon;
We will ally with the stars;
Of which all will happen soon.
This time around as to not forget our past;
We won't be overzealous, or move to fast;
We won't deny our freedom, or hide from ourselves;
Because this time around, we are who tells.
We will tell our future, but we won't change the past;
We will decide what is present, and all that is vast.
The love of life is what we will eat;
As our mind will come second, to the heart that beats.
Labels: journey of life
if we..should be getting under
these sheets..we could lie in this bed..but it's empty
these sheets..we could lie in this bed..but it's empty
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is beating our hearts..we're empty..
EMPTY
song by Click Five
tried to take a picture, of love..
didn't think I'd miss her, that much..
I want to fill this new frame
but its empty
tried to write a letter, in ink..
its been getting better, I think..
I got a piece of paper
but its empty
its empty
maybe we're trying
trying too hard
maybe we're torn apart
maybe the timing
is beating our hearts
we're empty
and I've even wondered, if we..
should be getting under, these sheets..
we could lie in this bed
but its empty
its empty
maybe we're trying
trying too hard
maybe we're torn apart
maybe the timing
is beating our hearts
we're empty
oh oh
oh oh
oooooh
oh oh
oh oh
maybe we're trying
trying too hard
maybe we're torn apart
maybe the timing
is beating our hearts
we're empty
we're empty
we're empty
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EMPTY
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