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 Oct 2015
E B
I am emotionally exhausted,
fighting demons in my head
every minute I'm still
breathing.
That moment
     when you look into his eyes
  You see past the scars
          the hurts, the pains
      And all the lies
           through to their core
  feeling and knowing a love
         stronger
    than you've ever felt before
  finally realizing
        You found the one
you've been searching your whole life for
        blessed with their presence
   And doomed to love them forever
as they are the reason for your existence

            That moment
    in which you can feel
        your life change forever
  that you've finally reached
              the end
      of a long, tiring endeavor

     That moment
  does not hit everyone
            the same
but if you miss that chance
    it could mean a life filled with
           endless pain
 Oct 2015
Mysterious Aries
I

THERE'S SOMETHING IN THE FUTURE, THAT I HATE TO SEE
OH IF I, COULD ONLY STOP THE TIME
IF I, COULD ONLY READ YOUR MIND
HONESTLY, I'M AFRAID GIRL

II

THERE'S SOMETHING IN THE WIND, THAT I HATE TO FEEL
OH IF I, COULD ONLY CHANGE YOUR MIND
IF I, COULD ONLY LEARN TO FIGHT
GIRL WE DON'T HAVE TO SAY GOODBYE

...chorus...

I LOVE YOU... YOU KNOW
I WANT YOU IN MY LIFE
I LOVE YOU... YOU KNOW
I WANT YOU FOREVER BY MY SIDE
IF ONLY I COULD GIRL

III

THERE'S SOMETHING IN MY EYES THAT I CAN'T HIDE
GIRL I, CAN'T STOP THE RAIN IN THE SKY
GIRL I, CAN'T STOP THE PAIN INSIDE
I WANT YOU TO KNOW GIRL

...chorus 2...

I LOVE YOU... YOU KNOW
KEPT THIS WORDS OF MINE
I LOVE YOU... YOU KNOW
I CAN WAIT FOR THE RIGHT TIME
I PROMISE YOU GIRL


I LOVE YOU... YOU KNOW
I LOVE YOU... YOU KNOW


Written: April, 2002

Myrsterious Aries
Song Lyric that I dedicated to someone then... For a girl name JHACK...
 Oct 2015
Mysterious Aries
POESY WHERE IMAGINATION RULES
HALLUCINATION, OCCURRED EVENTS THAT TRANSLATED IN WORDS
POET FOLLOWED HIS OWN WILL
AS FREE AS THE WIND BLOWS
AND ITS HAPPY TO HAVE LIBERTY

THERE HE CAN CLAIM DEMONS AS HEROES
FORM AN EXQUISITE LIFE
THINGS THAT EYEWITNESS BY ONLY ONE PERSON
AS WITH *******,  LOVE WITH THE AIR
BUT HIS VIEW ARE THOSE BEAUTIFUL NYMPH
MAKING LOVE WITH HIS MIND MADE CREATION

T'WAS HIDDEN IN THE DARK
BUT BY THE USED OF HIS PEN
REVEALED IN THE LIGHTS

HIS WORDS ARE POWERFUL AS GIANTS
ARE ALIVE AND KICKING
VICTIM ARE THOSE GUILTY PEOPLE
SOME AROUSE HATRED IN THEIR HEARTS

SOME POETS ATTACKS THOSE COY PEOPLE
THOSE PEOPLE WHOSE WORDS MEANS A HELPING HAND
THOSE PRETENDS TO HAVE A PIOUS LIFE
BUT THE TRUTH IS
HAVE AN ABYSSES OF ILL WILL IN THEIR HEARTS

HE CAN WRITE AGAINST THOSE HOLY PEOPLE
ON HOW PRIEST *******
SATAN DEFEATED HIS GREATEST FOE
AND HOW HE RULED THE WORLD PEACEFULLY

POET CAN DO THOSE THINGS AS QUICK AS POSSIBLE
SOMETIMES LAMENTATION INVADE HIM
BUT WITH OR WITHOUT OBSTACLE
HE'LL DO IT WITHOUT FEAR
AND THERE'S NO CONTRITION ON POETS HEART
SO AT THE END HE CREATED SOMETHING
...... HIS MASTERPIECE......


written: feb. 27, 2000 @ 1:00 pm

Mysterious Aries
One of my old stuff... Quite dark, but it deserve to be heard...
 Sep 2015
Mysterious Aries
Hist please as speechless seas
For the wind sometimes touch you
But you're senseless

Can't you feel the warmth that one stranger want to share?
He wants to be your fellow
But your eyes seems don't care

The first time you glimpse at his soul
It seems you've seen an ugly beast
To whom you hated it as fatally snake

Can't you see the beauty that can't be seen by thine eyes?
He wants to be a friend
But your heart as cold as ice

To queen of night you promise that your judgement equal
Your prayers and words means a helping hand
Swear the world that your love profound

But can't you hear the pulse of his heart?
He wants justice
But you give lies that he was the doer of the crime

Here I stand in the midst of chaos
To my left, the wind, that eyewitness the crime
The wind care and its love genuine

The wind sheds tears so do I as we look up the sky
And I shouted "My Lord, give wind a tongue."
Then again, "My Lord, give wind a tongue."


written: Aug. 17, 2000

Mysterious Aries
 Sep 2015
Gwen Johnson
Sometimes I love this broken world
Sometimes I just love that it's broken too
 Sep 2015
Gwen Johnson
I used to be afraid of picking up broken pieces
For a fear of getting hurt
But now it's an obsession
I observe the sharp edges
Run my fingers across jagged points
If I bleed I hope it might act like glue
I want to mend the broken pieces
Because I'm broken too
And maybe if I fix this
I can be fixed too
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