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Trying, Failing, Trying Failing, Trying Succeeding, Whining and Complaining, Walking and Falling, Rising and Banging My Head Against This Wall Again, Sign, Signs, Signs EveryWhere Signs, Blocking Up The Scenery Breaking My Mind, Do This Don't Do That, Can't You Read The Signs? In time we just might see it all with a clearer insight.
Ben Harper I'll Rise
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The ***** Caravan - ****** (1/8) Movie CLIP (2000) HD
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I'll Fight Ya For It - ****** (2/8) Movie CLIP (2000) HD
h ttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g7QBS0O7gT0
Red Hot Chili Peppers - If You Have To Ask Lyrics
h ttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wl7im2WyWS8
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 12:49 PM UTC
Danzig - Mother with lyrics
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and they rallied round my family...
rage against the machine - bulls on parade lyrics
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Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 5:13 PM UTC
I wept last night for a lost home,
not a home of roof and walls windows nor doors,
not of beds, chairs and rooms to rest upon or within,
But a home of my heart where i feel lost,
a place where God flows and embraces,
and i never am forgotten not in the hearts of man,
but never forgotten in the heart of God.
I felt so far from home, though even when I am close and in full embrace,
I cry and hurt cause of all the love i feel for such a place.
not a poem, just a fact.
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 5:09 PM UTC
Ten Months since this thing seemed to come to a head.
As the content of and events of my bed,
Or is it piped directly to your head,
This thing of my sad spread.
Ten Months have transpired,
As stated by someone probably via better satire,
They have seen far worse Devils in the month of January comets fire,
Though the Devil of me was found not for hire,
Far from the Mountains of the Moon in dead head attire.
So ten months have gone to waste,
As I fumbled about is desperate haste,
All to turn down a crowned fate,
Or was it far more true that I was just too **** late.
So, they say life is what you make it and make it so frail,
Yet I found power of positive thought seemed one more suited for hell,
Did I simply not notice the posted directions in my cell,
Or was it more to the facts and the mind of mine simply set sail.
Was it that silly of me to care and doubt,
That I would or could be the last boy scout,
As the last star fighter shouted out,
Look out, oh **** look out, this thing can wipe us all out.
Sad really that I find time and dates to be so cumbersome,
As if I could keep track of such complexity while on the run,
Or was it more to the fact that I never stood a chance against all your fun.
Ten months gone and none to quote,
That my life stand in stark contract with a slit on my throat,
Or was it simply and cruelly just a sick joke,
One that I wish I could escape with a long deep ****
So I lay to rest this Devils tongue of mine raging insanity,
To maybe trade it in on a life or fit for manifestation instantaneously,
Or maybe so you can stop bashing my heart upon this pain constantly,
Hoping to escape this prison of defamation and self deprecation finally,
Maybe my language choices will reveal something better of me,
Not that you didn't already know what the out come is to be.
But hey,
Who cares anyway,
I do in and every single **** day,
I am betting you do,
Other wise you would have paid such attention to this of me a fool,
So take no offense,
Please don't choose to be on the fence,
Love me or hate me pick one of the two,
Before all other thing you too are a fool.
I do care and some of you do too, so by all means never forget that I chose
all I chose hoping you could do better than this of me being the ******** fool.
Not a poem to call worth your while,
No, it is simply a moment for you to smile,
And remember that you to can aspire,
To do more than you thought and care all the while.
Or to realize what not to do cause this here **** did me and mine some serious damage and well, it will be okay, maybe, in a great long *** while.
Side note of a thought last night:
and of these moments upon moments what has the people to say?
ah, to describe their lusts of my decay, though some support my frail smiles,
as the light residing in me begins to burn the ****** of the media to their cores vial.
the good shall dance upon the graves buried alive the media's naive.
bane is the name and your end is my game, oh sorry dear media prostitutes,
what again was your name? your head stone the good smiling victims beg to know
as they sing the praise of long sweet days of you ****** dethroned.
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 4:54 PM UTC
UAL 568
You All Fixate.
You All Fix It.
Fix It You All.
Ahhh Hell it could be anything right!?...
welcome to the tag line, it is fine, it is fine all the time...
Ahh who am I kidding I fixate as I try and Fix It..
like I said, Jack of all trades Ace of none hon.
well Ace of some... just lost the password to my username is all.
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 4:25 PM UTC
http://biblehub.com/john/10-1.htm
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 1:08 AM UTC
Through and through,
I do , I do, I do Love You,
None the less and all the more,
Without need of test and forever more.
Of this love we all do implore,
Of one another and of our selves with out need of score.
Shall we achieve such embrace of unconditional trust,
A love of its fullest in sincere kindness without lust or covetous?
Then the only question to answer burst is who shall do this act of us all first?
Yet has this act not already been played, very much so and on center stage of the very front page?
And of this then it seems, as an actor lived and died to live again, then what must it mean to be this of the rewritten string, to be up front upon that very stage and actor out alone is it not this needed act of you in your very home?
So we fare to dare it so means, that due to the best of parts played in its full scene, that we now have a sense of need to become this part and do the hardest play in its dearest deeds, to be that very one, that is central stage front page of the very deed you and i and everyone else so dreadfully need.
So of this do we not see to clear the eyes of the sleep and cries, to sound out the murmur so faint in our voices voiceless disguise, to render ourselves the first in the main act, to in fact be that which shifts the balance back, and so slightly and at times stumblingly unsightly in our no one is ever attractive when crying, that we chance the whole of our being and do as we all know to be the right thing, and love through and through in the center of the very universe of all our realities, by taking that very chance right there in your families living room.
For all your world is that of mine own, and my dearest friend I have never nor you, stood alone, I as you have been by and by and by mine and your loving and broken side.
Thank you for holding my hand in my darkest times as a man did so long ago when he took center stage , front page of the world dieing eyes, and gave us our desire to try back in a single plays act, and one that took and gave us all our lives back.
Whether you agree or not, is not the posted onslaught, it is the understanding that has its truth, you my dear friend are the center and the root.
So fear not and know this, Through and Through you have all that the world needs to be its best, just love all and yourself none the less and all the more and we just might find a way to feel and live a good sight better forever more.
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 12:16 AM UTC
To traverse the terrain of logic, common consideration in mental expectation and in keeping the public's entertainment of notifications well placed in unscripted floor plans, not to mention the exuberance of those oh so willing to test the nerve of the pulsing jokes taunting the core value of the herk a ****
The traverse from the need based , Food, Housing, life and limb to the higher minded considerations of abstract thought where a ball is a call to rise ones ability to suspend disbelief we find it not not unlike, making a tighter turn than the bad guy can muster up to with stand or believe possible to them and their well oiled machine.
So in this we find a random house effort to win the masses with a check to the mental and emotional standard barer in such guide on's as were a flag upside down and flowing haphazardly in verse all reverse and running away from the very battle for which they have trust upon the deer hearted and needy of us all.
And we smile and say, Welcome to the party, wish you were here, but then again we are comfortably numbed to the pains for which you have cast such doubts upon the soul of our matter. and you no longer matter and we don't mind that bad folks don't matter yet can forth of july the lake of fire and fry.
As we the good folks smile and see that turning such a tight turn can cause the bad folk pause for concern.
Smile, they hate it when we turn their scripted page, like it was a popup book discussing daily wages.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 2:49 PM UTC
may a time come that all of those good friends that i have not met yet be in my life daily and forever more in all the best ways possible. i know i am not alone, and soon enough none of us shall ever feel alone again. i care not to please everyone, yet i am compelled to believe that there are many good people that find me favorable and not an embarrassment, yet find me as they, wonderful, beautiful and worth knowing and having around. may such a time come and we finally are able to live life for all its worth.
i find that you , out there are worth it, even though i have not your name nor face to know and gaze upon. i continue to believe and know that you do exist.
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 8:57 PM UTC