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#inhibitions
Have you ever thought 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗜𝗦 𝗜𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗕𝗘 𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗟𝗬 𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗘? Being in a position granting free will? That is, not being someone's slave or held in confinement? Having a more or less decent income, which allows to satisfy consumerist needs, & the opportunity to travel the world, some probably consider themselves free (funny). Let's say you're such a person. Now imagine the following. Some bad guy(s) comes(-) &, either by threats of violence, threats of harming to your close ones, or threats of publicly disclosing something being a blackmail material, intimidates(-) you into submitting to whatever it is that they want from you. Or, vice-versa, tempts(-) you with something you find hard to reject. You still think you're free, you satisfied consumer? To me, being truly free means 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗡𝗢 𝗢𝗥 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛-𝗢𝗡 𝗡𝗢 𝗪𝗘𝗔𝗞𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗕𝗘 𝗨𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨. That is, 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 (𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗟𝗨𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥 𝗢𝗙 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛), 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦, 𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦, 𝗔𝗗𝗗𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 & 𝗕𝗔𝗗 𝗛𝗔𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗦. And also 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗔𝗣𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗙-𝗗𝗘𝗙𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘, in order to not be physically abusable (physical abuse, in its turn, violates one of human freedoms, namely, physical/bodily integrity). There's only one truly free person (with the exception, to some degree, of being capable of self-defense) coming to my mind when I think of it. It's the Joker from Christopher Nolan's "The Dark Knight". He doesn't seem to be afraid to die. In the scene where he walks towards the Dark Knight approaching him on his batpod, he expresses a call for the vigilante to hit him. He's not intimidated when he gets beaten up by him in the interrogation room. He even laughs in response, as well as when he’s in a freefall in the wake of being thrown out of the skyscraper. He has no people he's attached to (at least, it's not mentioned in the film). Despite he mentions "if you're good at something, never do it for free", he doesn’t seem to have any temptations, which is partly confirmed when he sets a huge pile of cash (which includes his cut) aflame, saying then: "All you care about is money. This town deserves a better class of criminal". I can't allow myself not to mention that had such an individual a moral compass of V/Robert McCall/Jason  "Red Hood" Todd & were that individual an expert fighter & assassin like them, it would be not just a regular film vigilante, but a nigh-on unstoppable/unbreakable society purger/trash eliminator (whichever sounds better to you). And in this rotten world full of authoritarian regimes & organized crime, such a force is necessary. ———————————————————————————————— Вы когда-нибудь задумывались, ЧТО ЗНАЧИТ БЫТЬ ПО-НАСТОЯЩЕМУ СВОБОДНЫМ? Быть в позиции, предоставляющей свободу воли? То есть, не быть чьим-нибудь рабом или не удерживаться в заключении? Имея более-менее приличный доход, позволяющий удовлетворять потребительские нужды, и возможность путешествовать по миру, некоторые, вероятно, считают себя свободными (забавно). Допустим, вы - такой человек. А теперь представьте следующее. Приходит какой(-ие)-нибудь плохой(-ие) парень(-ни) и, либо угрозами насилия, угрозами причинения вреда вашим близким, либо угрозой публичного раскрытия чего-то, являющегося материалом для шантажа, запугивает(-ют) вас, вынуждая подчиниться чему бы это ни было, чего он(-и) от вас хотят. Или, наоборот, искушает(-ют) вас чем-то, что вам трудно отвергнуть. Вы всё ещё думаете, что вы свободны, удовлетворённый вы потребитель? Для меня быть по-настоящему свободным означает НЕ ИМЕТЬ ИЛИ ПОЧТИ НЕ ИМЕТЬ СЛАБОСТЕЙ, КОИ МОГУТ БЫТЬ ИСПОЛЬЗОВАНЫ ПРОТИВ ВАС. То есть, БЫТЬ СВОБОДНЫМ ОТ СТРАХОВ (ВКЛЮЧАЯ СТРАХ СМЕРТИ), ЛИЧНЫХ ПРИВЯЗАННОСТЕЙ, ИСКУШЕНИЙ, ЗАВИСИМОСТЕЙ И ВРЕДНЫХ ПРИВЫЧЕК. А также БЫТЬ СПОСОБНЫМ К САМООБОРОНЕ, чтобы не быть уязвимым к физическим посягательствам (что, в свою очередь нарушает одну из человеческих свобод, а точнее, физическую/телесную неприкосновенность). Мне на ум приходит лишь один по-настоящему свободный человек (за исключением, в некоторой степени, способности к самообороне), когда я думаю об этом. Это Джокер из «Тёмного рыцаря» Кристофера Нолана. Не похоже, что он боится умереть. В сцене, где он идёт к Тёмному рыцарю, приближающемуся к нему на своём batpod'е, он выражает призыв, чтоб вигилант сбил его. Он не запуган, когда тот избивает его в комнате для допросов. Он даже смеётся в ответ, как и тогда, когда он находится в свободном падении после того, как он выброшен из небоскрёба. У него нет людей, к коим он привязан (по крайней мере, об этом не упоминается в фильме). И хотя он упоминает «Если ты хорош в чём-то, никогда не делай это бесплатно», не похоже, что у него имеются искушения, что отчасти подтверждается, когда он поджигает огромную кучу наличных (что включает его долю), говоря затем: «Всё, что вас волнует, — это деньги. Этот город заслуживает преступников получше». Не могу себе позволить не отметить, что имей подобный человек моральный компас V/Роберта МакКолла/Джейсона "Красного Колпака" Тодда и будь тот человек искуссным бойцом и убийцей как они, это был бы не просто типичный фильмовый вигилант, а практически неудержимый/несокрушимый общественный чистильщик/уничтожитель мусора (смотря что звучит лучше для вас). А в сём гнилом мире, полном авторитарных режимов и организованной преступности, подобная сила необходима.
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Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 7:32 AM UTC
some thoughts on being free & its role in evil-fighting [might be edited]
Have you ever thought 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗜𝗦 𝗜𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗕𝗘 𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗟𝗬 𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗘? Being in a position granting free will? That is, not being someone's slave or held in confinement? Having a more or less decent income, which allows to satisfy consumerist needs, & the opportunity to travel the world, some probably consider themselves free (funny). Let's say you're such a person. Now imagine the following. Some bad guy(s) comes(-) &, either by threats of violence, threats of harming to your close ones, or threats of publicly disclosing something being a blackmail material, intimidates(-) you into submitting to whatever it is that they want from you. Or, vice-versa, tempts(-) you with something you find hard to reject. You still think you're free, you satisfied consumer? To me, being truly free means 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗡𝗢 𝗢𝗥 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛-𝗢𝗡 𝗡𝗢 𝗪𝗘𝗔𝗞𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗕𝗘 𝗨𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨. That is, 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 (𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗟𝗨𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥 𝗢𝗙 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛), 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦, 𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦, 𝗔𝗗𝗗𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 & 𝗕𝗔𝗗 𝗛𝗔𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗦. And also 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗔𝗣𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗙-𝗗𝗘𝗙𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘, in order to not be physically abusable (physical abuse, in its turn, violates one of human freedoms, namely, physical/bodily integrity). There's only one truly free person (with the exception, to some degree, of being capable of self-defense) coming to my mind when I think of it. It's the Joker from Christopher Nolan's "The Dark Knight". He doesn't seem to be afraid to die. In the scene where he walks towards the Dark Knight approaching him on his batpod, he expresses a call for the vigilante to hit him. He's not intimidated when he gets beaten up by him in the interrogation room. He even laughs in response, as well as when he’s in a freefall in the wake of being thrown out of the skyscraper. He has no people he's attached to (at least, it's not mentioned in the film). Despite he mentions "if you're good at something, never do it for free", he doesn’t seem to have any temptations, which is partly confirmed when he sets a huge pile of cash (which includes his cut) aflame, saying then: "All you care about is money. This town deserves a better class of criminal". I can't allow myself not to mention that had such an individual a moral compass of V/Robert McCall/Jason  "Red Hood" Todd & were that individual an expert fighter & assassin like them, it would be not just a regular film vigilante, but a nigh-on unstoppable/unbreakable society purger/trash eliminator (whichever sounds better to you). And in this rotten world full of authoritarian regimes & organized crime, such a force is necessary. ———————————————————————————————— Вы когда-нибудь задумывались, ЧТО ЗНАЧИТ БЫТЬ ПО-НАСТОЯЩЕМУ СВОБОДНЫМ? Быть в позиции, предоставляющей свободу воли? То есть, не быть чьим-нибудь рабом или не удерживаться в заключении? Имея более-менее приличный доход, позволяющий удовлетворять потребительские нужды, и возможность путешествовать по миру, некоторые, вероятно, считают себя свободными (забавно). Допустим, вы - такой человек. А теперь представьте следующее. Приходит какой(-ие)-нибудь плохой(-ие) парень(-ни) и, либо угрозами насилия, угрозами причинения вреда вашим близким, либо угрозой публичного раскрытия чего-то, являющегося материалом для шантажа, запугивает(-ют) вас, вынуждая подчиниться чему бы это ни было, чего он(-и) от вас хотят. Или, наоборот, искушает(-ют) вас чем-то, что вам трудно отвергнуть. Вы всё ещё думаете, что вы свободны, удовлетворённый вы потребитель? Для меня быть по-настоящему свободным означает НЕ ИМЕТЬ ИЛИ ПОЧТИ НЕ ИМЕТЬ СЛАБОСТЕЙ, КОИ МОГУТ БЫТЬ ИСПОЛЬЗОВАНЫ ПРОТИВ ВАС. То есть, БЫТЬ СВОБОДНЫМ ОТ СТРАХОВ (ВКЛЮЧАЯ СТРАХ СМЕРТИ), ЛИЧНЫХ ПРИВЯЗАННОСТЕЙ, ИСКУШЕНИЙ, ЗАВИСИМОСТЕЙ И ВРЕДНЫХ ПРИВЫЧЕК. А также БЫТЬ СПОСОБНЫМ К САМООБОРОНЕ, чтобы не быть уязвимым к физическим посягательствам (что, в свою очередь нарушает одну из человеческих свобод, а точнее, физическую/телесную неприкосновенность). Мне на ум приходит лишь один по-настоящему свободный человек (за исключением, в некоторой степени, способности к самообороне), когда я думаю об этом. Это Джокер из «Тёмного рыцаря» Кристофера Нолана. Не похоже, что он боится умереть. В сцене, где он идёт к Тёмному рыцарю, приближающемуся к нему на своём batpod'е, он выражает призыв, чтоб вигилант сбил его. Он не запуган, когда тот избивает его в комнате для допросов. Он даже смеётся в ответ, как и тогда, когда он находится в свободном падении после того, как он выброшен из небоскрёба. У него нет людей, к коим он привязан (по крайней мере, об этом не упоминается в фильме). И хотя он упоминает «Если ты хорош в чём-то, никогда не делай это бесплатно», не похоже, что у него имеются искушения, что отчасти подтверждается, когда он поджигает огромную кучу наличных (что включает его долю), говоря затем: «Всё, что вас волнует, — это деньги. Этот город заслуживает преступников получше». Не могу себе позволить не отметить, что имей подобный человек моральный компас V/Роберта МакКолла/Джейсона "Красного Колпака" Тодда и будь тот человек искуссным бойцом и убийцей как они, это был бы не просто типичный фильмовый вигилант, а практически неудержимый/несокрушимый общественный чистильщик/уничтожитель мусора (смотря что звучит лучше для вас). А в сём гнилом мире, полном авторитарных режимов и организованной преступности, подобная сила необходима.
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Break through my shiny membranes. Strip my soul raw and stalk me insane. Sink into my tissues. Your lustful caw echoes deep in my brains coves. You never left but yet I miss you. Pleasure finally reigns, the exodus of pain. Make lace of my violin veins Inhuman sounds in every primal refrain. You are ecstasy tainted with hell, If denied possession of you, in the sweet shackles of my cells.
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Apr 5, 2025
Apr 5, 2025 at 9:15 AM UTC
Encounter of Lust
A football game was the call And I stood tall A purse full of wishes Landed in the ditches Should have trusted my intuitions On a Trailways bus Mile after mile Losing my inhibitions
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Nov 25, 2023
Nov 25, 2023 at 10:03 PM UTC
Bucket List Wish
A summer of twigs And disposable cameras But the skin was shy And others were watching So we shifted these walls And dimmed the lights To a thousand unclosed eyes And passed through in eclipse Of future rhapsody
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Jul 31, 2023
Jul 31, 2023 at 2:46 PM UTC
Past Is Prologue
The golden light caresses the horizon, Almost like a rainbow flushed out one final go- Before the world is devoid of light for the next two ‘prahars’ of the day. The time when we bearing the weights of extended tutoring or - The day job, come out, to public squares Take roads illuminated by street lights to a destination where - There is either a plate of food waiting on or aperitifs to begin a night a revelry. Both fulfilling. But, gluttony kicks in, which is almost second nature, To gorge on (circa Harari, Yuval Noah). In inebriation, inhibitions take a hike; the decisions to call/text people are usually very wrong. We need to accept that the things we do then, It’s what we wanted to do all along but societal/personal pressure - Inhibitors do not let us, which blow off when alcohol blurs them.
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Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 2:43 PM UTC
This is a note to self, revel more
If I hacked my braids off would my inhibitions go with it?
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Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 5:07 PM UTC
Chainsaw
Forward Under moonlight you can lose yourself; Set your inhibitions free and cast away your self-doubt. The fear may guide you if your life is Hell, But only you are able to lead yourself out. If you need somebodies help to save your own life, Then beg them to aid yourself and let them soothe your strife. If your future has always remained hidden from your eyes, Then build yourself a new destiny and make a change. If everything you used to love, you have now grown to despise, Then search for a better way to cure your pain. Hope has always been there, all you need to do is believe; Nobody can steal your future from you, If you can keep your eyes open and somehow see. The happiness you are waiting for is beyond this door; When you pass through it, close it behind you And your misery will be with you no more. Know the score and dream of being loved; Wishes are created to build a better world for each of us. Throw down your gauntlet and challenge anything bad, for you are good; The superhero will never lose, So face your demons and lift your head up. Nightmares are just dreams that haven’t morphed into day dreams yet; Live your life like it is all that you have got and have no regrets. You will never be able to do enough, so just do your best; Positive will always end the negative, so always take a forward step. (C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 2:40 AM UTC
Forward
The night air prompted me to act upon my true inhibitions versus putting them to sleep and oh the wonders that the wishing stars foresaw
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May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 1:14 PM UTC
Night Air
Come, let me help you glide buddy, Glide with your the golden wings, Do not hesitate to jump off the cliff, Down into the unknown depths, Along with these blowing breezes, Now unhook all the inhibitions, Just jump off and glide in the sky.
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Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 2:09 AM UTC
Unhook
(haiku) Places where we stay Invisible walls apart –never getting through
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Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 2:03 PM UTC
B A R R I E R
A cider and a minder Passing time as a reminder Pink glow and songs flow A waxy time erodes the mow Renegades and perspiration responds Swimming in winded seas of  Jordan Heated in space, evicted in their pace Libido fails as the liquor dilutes in taste Catch an esse as the moonlight smite Hold another to fake a romantic right Filter to the cards of ace as the one winks Emotive intruders farm in fields of pastures Imbued with alcoholic waterfalls Molehills of termites condense lose soil A lack of connection a taunt that apes Future anthems triumph in hungered strums Amused by the music erupting volcanoes A morrow blows as the candle slows To tow the tall grassed disused straw A spring to summer that promises sun rays A resolve to moderation to preserve modesty A kiss stored forever peeping the awing stars To guard a heart and hatch uniformity Trembles justly forgotten in termed premises
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 2:42 PM UTC
A Cider My Minder
There are birds in the ocean Little white waves on a wide blue cape They kind of swim, kind of fly and  kind of dance Little bright hopes trying to escape Though I try to, I can only catch them with my eyes Though I want to, I can only reach up to where the horizon lies See there are birds in the ocean Even though we know they're meant for the skies
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Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 8:02 AM UTC
ESCAPING THE HORIZON
Tuesday night was always dull however this one was oddly full of events from 6 to 1 I don't know what happens but suddenly alcohol sharpens all your inner untamed inhibitions Why is it so? That when I am with you at night I am always hit by delight You're there and I am here and so is she but there is a certain kind of comfort that elevates me to feel to resort to what "us" is That meaning that floats over seas of oblivion over mountains of stupor over valleys of friendship for the lack of a better word Here, order me another drink and let me drown whatever makes sense tonight
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Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 4:38 AM UTC
What makes a Tuesday Night
The wet smell of the earth was **** enough I woke up to the moon glow feasting his eyes on my silky skin The sultry feel of the night covered me like silk sheets caressing every goosebump on my skin I tasted you in yesternight's alcohol binge there were bits and pieces that surprised my tongue along with my memory The cigarette stench in my hair whiffed instances that slapped the drunk off my face The crumpled money harvested ash from the drive in every crease The burn marks on my hand brought back the inhibitions I felt that night or lack there of what happened I have yet to decipher yet, I still remember the blurred lights that lit my eyes with seduction one that I shared with you on that one night!
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Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 8:16 AM UTC
Yesternight
Released from this atrocious cage, An animal bursts from the core of me. He maintains my callous facade, And yet is bound to my very being- So that he may not stray far and neither may I. There is a leash and I do not yet know who bears the collar. He is an enraged beast and I am but a liability. Nothing will stop him from running and ripping my heart out, Beating fast, unable to keep pace; Nothing will stop him from halting in his tracks, Preventing the next step along the path I've chosen. Perhaps someone may tame him. Those who have tried have been defeated; Mauled by his furious resentment for failure Regardless of my attempts to protect them — to perfect them; Regardless of my appeasement. Perhaps someone may destroy him. Or maybe just release him from this bond And bring him to where he belongs. But he was born in me; how could he belong anywhere? I was mistaken with his purpose, it seems. I am his sole contrast. I am his body — he is my soul. He is what I have suppressed and forced to nothing As I attempt to appear as though it is what I want. I have abused him and neglected to make amends And he has returned with sharpened claws and a vengeance. He is as I am; he is a part of me. He is the only good part of me — the only strong part of me, And in the wake of his death I'd die alone. So I myself will guard him with the vigor I'd imagine I would reserve for you alone. He is not to be touched; not to be desecrated, As he has become more important to me than even you, my love. And I depict his blinded dedication identical To that which allows me to watch you go.
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Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC
Instinct
Released from this atrocious cage, An animal bursts from the core of me. He maintains my callous facade, And yet is bound to my very being- So that he may not stray far and neither may I. There is a leash and I do not yet know who bears the collar. He is an enraged beast and I am but a liability. Nothing will stop him from running and ripping my heart out, Beating fast, unable to keep pace; Nothing will stop him from halting in his tracks, Preventing the next step along the path I've chosen. Perhaps someone may tame him. Those who have tried have been defeated; Mauled by his furious resentment for failure Regardless of my attempts to protect them — to perfect them; Regardless of my appeasement. Perhaps someone may destroy him. Or maybe just release him from this bond And bring him to where he belongs. But he was born in me; how could he belong anywhere? I was mistaken with his purpose, it seems. I am his sole contrast. I am his body — he is my soul. He is what I have suppressed and forced to nothing As I attempt to appear as though it is what I want. I have abused him and neglected to make amends And he has returned with sharpened claws and a vengeance. He is as I am; he is a part of me. He is the only good part of me — the only strong part of me, And in the wake of his death I'd die alone. So I myself will guard him with the vigor I'd imagine I would reserve for you alone. He is not to be touched; not to be desecrated, As he has become more important to me than even you, my love. And I depict his blinded dedication identical To that which allows me to watch you go.
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Drop all inhibitions Let your imaginations fly Unchain from doubt That makes you stationary Soul is all pervasive And let it be your guide Venturing new avenues Take the boulevard to freedom When you will meet yourself To reveal and expose the truth When, the null will surround you Cocooning you into the infinite Forever, bliss will kiss your soul © Amitav (Radiance)
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Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
Just Believe
Verse 1 Formless, Unyielding, I cling to this feeling "Contain yourself" they said (well I think I won't!) Know this, discerning, submit to this yearning Cause when it ties me down I (slip right through the rope!) Arcane Prisons cloud these visions Pressured by my inhibitions Only when I see through the mist Will I have the means to prove this Chorus (Give up it's so absurd!) In time you'll find, I have the final word! (Give up it's all a dream!) Or so it seems when all of your thoughts are blurred (Step up if you deserve) In time you'll find, I have the final word (Step up, it's all a dream) Or so it seemed, are all of your thoughts confirmed? Verse 2 Shameless, revealing, the key to this feeling Sustain yourself they said (and they think I won't!) Know this, determined, submit to this burden Cause when I hear that sound I (give in to the hope) Arcane prisons cloud these visions Tap these walls for breaks I listen Only when I see through the mist Will I have the means to do this Bridge (Patience is befitting of a master Still life's short and we just want it faster) Chorus 2x 2nd Bridge Break my locks, unlock the breaks internal Burn down the walls, from my prison infernal One last knock in case there's any more doubt I won't stop until my fire burns out! Augmented Final Chorus (Step up if you deserve) In time you'll find, I have the final word (Step up, it's all a dream) Or so it seemed, are all of your thoughts confirmed? (Give up it's all a dream!) Or so it seems when all of your thoughts are blurred (Give up it's so absurd!) Today you'll find, I'm having the final word!
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May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 3:36 AM UTC
Arcane Prisons
Verse 1 Formless, Unyielding, I cling to this feeling "Contain yourself" they said (well I think I won't!) Know this, discerning, submit to this yearning Cause when it ties me down I (slip right through the rope!) Arcane Prisons cloud these visions Pressured by my inhibitions Only when I see through the mist Will I have the means to prove this Chorus (Give up it's so absurd!) In time you'll find, I have the final word! (Give up it's all a dream!) Or so it seems when all of your thoughts are blurred (Step up if you deserve) In time you'll find, I have the final word (Step up, it's all a dream) Or so it seemed, are all of your thoughts confirmed? Verse 2 Shameless, revealing, the key to this feeling Sustain yourself they said (and they think I won't!) Know this, determined, submit to this burden Cause when I hear that sound I (give in to the hope) Arcane prisons cloud these visions Tap these walls for breaks I listen Only when I see through the mist Will I have the means to do this Bridge (Patience is befitting of a master Still life's short and we just want it faster) Chorus 2x 2nd Bridge Break my locks, unlock the breaks internal Burn down the walls, from my prison infernal One last knock in case there's any more doubt I won't stop until my fire burns out! Augmented Final Chorus (Step up if you deserve) In time you'll find, I have the final word (Step up, it's all a dream) Or so it seemed, are all of your thoughts confirmed? (Give up it's all a dream!) Or so it seems when all of your thoughts are blurred (Give up it's so absurd!) Today you'll find, I'm having the final word!
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