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No regret, on the way I was raised.
Even if back in the day spanking was the thing.
It stopped me from trying to get my way.

My parents was firm.
My parents was stern.
And that discipline made me, who I am today.

Yes, I have no regrets to regret about my youth.
I did the usual stupid things that most kids still do today.

Except, we probably was more creative and imaginable then.
Especially when playing cowboys and Indians.
Just to hear one of your friends claim, they are Superman.
Which ruin everything.

Or tearing apart a good tricycle just to make your own go cart.
Or locating old doors to make your own tree house.

Computer games to us, was simply using your brain.
And having teachers really teach school skills to us.
Not giving you books and turning you on your own.
And not comprehending the subjects matter at hand.

In my youth, we mostly knew all the neighbors by name.
Even the mailman, as they  was called then.
Even the neighborhood assigned police officer.

We knew not to create disturbance at school.
This was one of the vital parent's golden rule.
Then many parents was friends of the teachers.
And all they had to do was called.

Just maybe, this is what's so similar today?
Some kids, with modern parents still don't get their way.
Yes, no regret I have.

Respect and manners was, what you're judged by?
It simply was a representation of your parents too.
Many knew this as the God living truth.

Who doesn't remember saying your prayers on your knees as night?
You was taught God plays a very priority in your life.
No regret, I have.

If they was living today.
I still select to be raise that way.
Friends would do the same thing too.
Our parents was much respected by our friends.

Even if many was free babysitters.
 Dec 2013 sinderella
Edward Coles
With Georgia on my mind,
and coastlines tailored
upon the brim of my sun hat,
I take to the road in canvas shoes,
a crescendo of black man blues
and the song of kissing beer bottles
in my camping bag.

I know I have a soul.
I have a soul and
the promise everything is fine.
No more to the tune of modern frets,
instead the strings on which he sets
our raison d'être, our healing scope,
and parallel joys.

‘Neath London’s rain soaked skies,
shadowed reflections
combine footsteps over pavement,
and to the pigeon’s deep throated call,
under frequency of footfall,
I hear the passing of this empire,
so hurriedly built.

So with hitchhiker’s thumb,
I rise up like steam.
A lightness of living and the
true rejection of security;
my sins become my purity,
and time becomes naught but the measure
of what I have done.
You are made of stardust. You are an infinite galaxy.
The planets orbit around you. You are their sun. Their life source.
When you die, they die.
You are important.


But you have a devil inside of you.
He wants you to die. He carries your red stained blade.
Temptation.
His fingers are down your throat daily.
You let him in.


But it's time to realize you have an angel inside of you as well.
Begging the devil to stop scratching the surface
Praying for a savior.

You are the savior.
It's time to save yourself.
Time to let the angel free
Let him conquer the devil.

Please, you are worthy.
You need to preserve the galaxy.
Fight for your life; go to war.
But be on the the other side this time.
Fight the darkness, let the light in.
Let yourself free.
 Dec 2013 sinderella
armon
There she was, with her jeans on
And a fishing rod in her hand
Underground, where the earth decides
What the brain is for, I know

And even in my mind’s eye
It’s taking so long to decide
And even at the back of the line
I make the run in record time

Thunderstorms were her theme song
And she’d never let me forget
Back in town, where the shallow grave
Isn’t shallow anymore

And even in in the moonlight
It isn’t worth it to deny
And even though her tone was unkind
I walk around the caution signs

Only you can make suffering sound like a good thing
How can you make the will of a man sound like nothing

Show me how in a vacuum you still hold the best hand
Tell me now is it time to prepare for your last stand

Open up at the end of the world you forgive me
Shut me down with apocalyptic apathy

There she was, in my bedroom
With a silver wig on her head
On the ground, where we fall asleep
On the maple floor, alone

And even in the sunlight
It’s taken so long to go blind
And even at the end of time
I gallop through the finish line

My ego’s about to come crumbling down
She’s rocking a 7magnitude underground
She doesn’t tell me what is wrong
She gonna make me guess
She wants to watch me rot
Until there’s nothing left
Made this into a song: https://soundcloud.com/armonpakdel/swampstepper
"Oh love... it's funny how such a small word can have a variety of feelings all felt in that one word.
Feelings of ecstasy of wanting you to conquer the entire universe.
Feelings of joy and contentment that allow you to exist and resonate your entire being.
Making you do things you never thought possible.
It can change your world in an instant in the most amazing ways and wreck it all at the same time.
It can be quite hilarious
making you brighten up with a smile that could lighten up an entire city :)
Love can make you feel pangs of jealousy
That sink you into an ocean of sorrow.
It can make you feel low at times , but when you truly know the meaning of love you learn that those feelings are not what matter
with something as powerful as love is , those feelings are consumed by all the positiveness it has to offer.
Love oh how peculiar you can be
Seen through the eyes of those around you
at the same time be so invisible but felt in the soul
Love can be heard in the words  spoken by those we cherish
through the kindness of a stranger
Its experienced through a hug that can lift you higher than anything else
It can be smelled through the essence of another
Tasted through the lips of our significant other
hmmm... it's funny how such a small word like LOVE has a remarkable way of being bigger than anything we could ever imagine."
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