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ginelle-gonzalez
Cuban
Take a seat to think this through The entire world relies on you to wake us up and change our views on moral subjects we must review For before we could speak they already glued all their laws and rights to our minds Though untrue, in the end who aids these laws is you.
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Jun 8, 2012
Jun 8, 2012 at 2:29 PM UTC
Wake Us Up
Stop and take a look today at life, and what it's for Convey what you perceive every day into something not even you can portray, but that gives ambiance to yours and others dismay Project your eclipsed power in such a way it billows the people to go into fray for what we all know is right Inveigh your mind right at your stance Nothing is in your way Not even they You can make a difference for every today
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Jun 8, 2012
Jun 8, 2012 at 2:19 PM UTC
Make a Difference
The only things in life that make us feel any bit more important than something as real as the blazing sun or a gamblers deal versus a priests ability of sins he can heal are in reality imaginary
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Jun 8, 2012
Jun 8, 2012 at 2:11 PM UTC
Reality is Imaginary
you must see through THE telescope of dimensions that awoke every INCIDENT spent saying you won't cause you cant, but look further, THAT's hope past the terrors there dangling, a rope that LEADS you to an antidote for erasing your fears sealed inside your MINDS HIDDEN envelopes, each one with a secret note for you to uncover FROM your kaleidoscope of thoughts spinning out like clouds of smoke slowly dissipating into APEIRON just like you.
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Jun 7, 2012
Jun 7, 2012 at 4:14 PM UTC
The Rope
If you grasp tight to your                          individualism, Give in to all the                       romanticism, Rid of any          materialism, Confide within                    professionalism, Drop all acts of                     favoritism, Eject from any              vulgarism, Open up to            socialism, Advocate          activism, Realize you are an                           organism, Forget about any                      perfectionism, And explore inside                          transcendentalism, You will look up into complete mesmerism of how all the stars are symbolism for the billion versions of creationism that you've ever lived, and will live.
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Sep 13, 2011
Sep 13, 2011 at 8:57 PM UTC
Untitled
Time. what is it? is it the clock on the wall or the hands in your watch? is it the hours at work or the days left of school? is it the months in a year or the days in a month? is it the drive to the store or the hours that we sleep? we base our whole lives around this "time" a preborn schedule it's almost like a test to see if we can survive but it's all lies Time does not exist Time Is Existing Time is right Now and We are right Now We breathe Seconds, We see Days, We think Years We Are Time So don't waste it, cause then you're just wasting yourself.
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Sep 12, 2011
Sep 12, 2011 at 8:22 PM UTC
Time
Repeat after me after me there will be more be more people, buildings, presidents presidents who'll only bring war war that will never bring peace peace that we've seen before before when we thought that there would be no more no more worries, suffering, dying dying faith and dying hope hope that one day we'd initiate change change that each one of them swore swore that from now there will be more more money, more safety, just wait we wait for these miracles to wash up ashore sure, in God we trust everything they say that as one our country will be able to sore sore past all of their mistakes Yes, I do believe one day There will be no more
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Sep 12, 2011
Sep 12, 2011 at 8:19 PM UTC
No more
We take deep breathes to ventilate our minds that they contaminate with "facts" and we cooperate to live but what's life if we imitate the things around they illustrate to be profound and tolerate their moves as they assassinate that very moment when you speculate that there's more than this what's life if we hesitate to speak of what might be the key to cultivate something beyond what is here, beyond fate our linguistic ability to communicate is more than a sign to orchestrate our feelings as one and incubate them into a new luxuriate creation
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Sep 12, 2011
Sep 12, 2011 at 8:17 PM UTC
What's life
Everyday we take a look A look out at the world A world that's filled with hate, lust, despair, unfulfilled moments of true happiness Some people call this freedom Freedom which we all take advantage Advantage of not only us, but others whom we've grown close, comfort, relations We roam around these streets Streets we've adapted to live Living in our subconscious minds, interacting  with whatever comes and waiting to see it journey We believe in these higher beings Beings whom we can never see Seeing what it's created around us, emotionally driven organisms who can only move forward, choices We count down every last minute Minutes throughout our days Days soon turning to nights that we lay in our beds and drift into our other world, oblivion
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Jul 7, 2010
Jul 7, 2010 at 9:54 PM UTC
We
The way you're smile lit up and how it changed my world and how every time you spoke it'd make my hairlocks curl And the way you used to sing to me and how it'd make me laugh so easily And when you'd wrap your arms around my waist and you'd sneak a little kiss oh, i miss that taste And all the memories we made those days not a single little moment will fade away Cause i miss you and i hope you miss me how it all used to be cause i still love you and.. The way you'd talk so fast and how i understood and how every time we ate i'd try to look real good And the way you used to stare at me and how it'd make me feel so beautifully And when you'd rub your face up against mine and you'd take me straight to space and we'd forget the time And all the memories we made those days not a single little moment will fade away Cause i miss you and i hope you miss me how it all used to be cause i still love you and.. The way it hurt so bad when you said goodbye and how every time you'd call i couldn't help but cry And the way you'd say you still loved me and how it'd make me cry more constantly And when you'd call me to apologize and you'd say your little sorrys i just said my byes And all the memories we made those days not a single little moment will fade away Cause i still love you
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Jul 7, 2010
Jul 7, 2010 at 9:52 AM UTC
Memories