I wanna write all that you mean to me,
But that would take a trillion years,
A million pages,
A thousand life spans to get across,
Even when I wanna throw you across the room,
I'm enamored with sweet contagious affection of some demented kind,
I don't ever wanna hurt you.
And when I do, I feel hurt as well, Like someone bit my own arm off. It's like a self inflicted wound, by of course accident,
I didn't mean to cut the tip of my pinkie off, but when i did, it felt just like the time when I got you mad at me,
Cept 1 million times worse,
And if I dare one day see tears drip from thine own eyes, I **** the ***** that started the trickle, even if from me,
For you mean that much to me,
Not even my own life is worth saving, or caring about,
forget about me, for you consume all my days, every hour even the meaningless boring seconds I waste waiting for you,
They consist of you,
For you are the very essence of me
every little tiny atom was made for you

I don't know how it started, I don't know what it means.
But somebody on the radio said the World is about to end, it seems
that they got Jesus locked up at Area 51.
All the sattelites fell to the ground, there is no Chosen One.

I don't know how it started, I don't know what it means.
But something that was inside is now bursting outside through the seams.
But I believe, tonight, we'll all be getting high.
Because I believe in you girl, you could dance until we all fly.

I don't know how it started, or if it will ever end.
But I know that whatever ends, just begins again.
My left hand's on the steering wheel, girl my right hand's in your jeans.
If we drove all night, we could make it to the sea.

We'll be laughing, ha ha ha ha, ha ha hey!
We'll be laughing at the sound as Heaven and Hell collide
Yes, we'll be laughing, ha ha ha ha, Ha Ha Hey!

We built this city, on a funky groove,
And we woke up the next morning in our birthday suits.
Took one look at each other and started to move,
The whole world was on fire girl but your body was so cool.

I don't know how it started, or if it will ever end.
But we all woke up this morning to a rising sun again.
And I believe, tonight, the stars will shine above.
Because I believe in you, girl, and a little thing we still call love.

Well Jesus, he broke out, of Area 51
With a full jug of pruno wine,  and an empty Tommy gun.
He said: "Boys, you could try and shoot me, or just join in the fun!"
"You wanna follow me  I'll be on the highway, heading west towards the sun ..."

Ill be laughing, ha ha ha ha, ha ha hey!
We'll be laughing at the sound as Heaven and Hell collide
Yes, we'll be laughing, ha ha ha ha, Ha Ha Hey!

Yesterday I was born
and Today I assume I know all.
With Tomorrow will never come my downfall,
for Today is perpetual.

Of course, I am facetious;
under-exaggerating and over-exaggerating,
but I do so for a reason.
Call it satire for the Ego:

I claim not to understand,
I only claim to seek understanding
(futile as it may be)
Sometimes my questions are statements,
but more often it's the opposite.

I do not seek to ask of you these questions,
I seek that you ask them of yourself
and to realize that no answer is more true
than the ones created by you.
(subject to a few things, of course.)
(if only it were that simple)

Anyone who says that the mystery is known
is ignorant of their own ignorance
and is probably a being of Ego
disconnected from Ethos.

This life of mystery is beautiful and temporary.
Cling not to it, nor any thing within it
for it all shall be torn apart
by a force much greater than you.

Simply enjoy the show
while you're still in it.

Dwell within the cosmic energies
and dance within your self
and seek to better get to know
who you truly are.

You cannot know everything
in fact I doubt very much
if one can truly know anything,
or if knowledge is relative
to the relative flash of one's life.

There are, however, intelligible patterns
but they too may be in transit
in such a slow way that we cannot perceive it
in the few seconds we are alive.

the words sliced deliciously
drawing not blood
but ink
furious passionate ink
she was just words on a page
in a human shell
he was just
another who wanted to try
with expendable arms and legs
but still the ink came
the words sliced horizons
not vertically
so as not to ****
only to bleed
and before the cut
has a chance to heal
pens and greedy fingers
jammed into the wound
hoping to take
the last drop
of art

That word has lost it's meaning and its use has fallen short.*

The camera lens is cold and feels nothing except mathematical equations, performing actions; much like a part of the world that keeps you and I in chains.
But if I look at it, it looks at you and that is all I want to do right now.
So I can bare the cold for a just a little while, because warmth is waiting in patience

You called me timeless once.
            I had not felt such a heartbeat in so long.
...like drums in the forest...

              I am timeless?
My dusk,
          if you were a clock,
      it would melt into water and seep into the fissures of my heart.

Tomorrow
                  may not arrive but you know my
yesterday
                  and you are my
today.

So take my hand and the universe will be our ballroom.
                                                                ­The stars can be our audience and the sea can be the orchestra.

If the garden you were plucked from emanates the
musical and breathtaking fragrance
where you tread,
then it is where beauty first was born.

Forgive me but you have captured my attention and I will not use that word.


My lips can show you what waits within those fissures
and my eyes can tell you what words fail to comprehend.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4XZkLmomNgA

I remember
The first time
I learned to lie
"It doesn't hurt" I cried
As tears spilled from my defiant eyes
And the beatings continued,
I remember
The first time
I learned to play
Make believe,
"I have plenty of friends"
I answered to anyone who'd inquire,
And now I'm a chronic liar
Are you ok?
Yes I'm fine,
Are you sad?
No, I'm pretty happy,
How's life?
Just peachy thank you,
Just trying
To get through the day
Pretending to be glad
Rushing out the door
Knowing no one
Waits for me
At the place I call home
Looking for my knife
I recede from the outside lies
I cut deep,
And as I watch the blood seep;
Through the fabric of my parting skin
I relish the pain, the rush and the thrill of this sin
The only truth I know;
Before I cry myself to sleep...
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