They say, "Don't you dare. Don't you go there, cutting off your long hair. You do as you're told". They say, "Go put on some makeup. This is a phase you're gonna outgrow. You're gonna quit this show". They say, "What stress? You'll be fine. Now, go put on your best dress and heals." They say, "Wipe those tears. We don't have time to go over all your fears. Can't you see, we don't care?". They say, "You're so good at letting us down. You're the family clown. Why don't you go drown yourself out of our lives?". I say, "I'm gonna buy a bottle of the best champagne. I'm gonna raise a glass in your names. And I'm gonna cry if I want to. It's my party without you. Here's to all the pain". I don't need any of you anymore.
Finally, that we may be all at once all at once, when the coil is unwound and exhausted and begins to cool And the corneal fillaments glaze into placid glass marble lakes, reflecting the small spurn of the world they held
That our soul should be upwelled To the lapping stones of Valhalla, to be arisen by great arms and carried to our tableplace To jest eternally of the great disgrace...
And woe of our whales, lost long afar And the men who hunted them incessant Pleasently warmed and vibrating with the humming mumble of the upper yards,
Worn travellers return to tired halls.
"Hei do Yey-- be come what may, High winter hünde beheld at bay And Yeh they feed in rare reprieve On souls of such we will not say.
Hei do lum-- what will be done, What valor hark thy martyrdom Upon thine breaths and storied crests Upon thy tomb, thy charter won
Hei do ill, ye sum thy will To heed thy lands upon the hill Down back from whence thy kingdom lent The battle-horn, heard she so shrill"
And I confessed,
"HEI DO LAI, TO WHICH I CRY, MY CITY SLEEPS BELOW THE SKIES AND DOES NOT SEEK TO SEE MY FEET, OR EVERMORE AFFIX MY EYES."
These little things with their little things ( aptly, like pigs in blankets ) sit in their little worlds with little minds With little senses and little knowledge they look at all things with little perceptions and little understanding cocooned in their little lives with little desired and little expected
A lot of time for self loathing, a lot of time frustrated A lot of time depressed, a lot of time unfulfilled, a lot of time for mischief, a lot of time for hating a lot of time deluded. a lot of time wasted nursing delusions a lot of time fantasizing writing deluded *******, a lot of time projecting their ignorance and in pain a lot of time for anger, a lot of time for mediocrity a lot of time for distraction, a lot of time to be nothing but totally and completely foolish and repulsive
Spare a thought for ignorance is bliss and misery needs company how can the unloved want others to love why would a little one wish to know a magnum is in action why would the frustrated ******* want others to scream in ******* throes why would little damaged things want happiness for others why would restless frenzied things want peace and goodwill when they are just little things with Ninety nine problems and ******* helps hide their twitching
These little things, with their little minds and their little lives poor pathetic little things .........
“With ignorance comes fear – from fear comes bigotry “People who love themselves, don’t hurt other people. The more we hate ourselves, the more we want others to suffer.” “You have enemies? Good. That means you’ve stood up for something sometime in your life.”
To where I came from and where I'm going there Is nothing In between but for a No man's land can't go forward can't go back nothing to do but to walk this Barton land alone now without my true love by my side a land to where I'm no longer recognised Since my wife passed I've lost my Identity to walk amongst people Helen knew that no nothing of me now of Helen so loved by all, but I was always more than happy to take a back seat that just the way It was, I would not have It any other way
No other way in life would U have had it my one true love