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Oh, Thou beuty makes one lust
As Athena gleams down
With green eyes
Hoping, Wishing for you to fall

The beauty at hand
Crafted only from the G-ds
For a love so strong cannot endure
My heart grows faint
As your's belongs to another

There’s beauty in June
THERE IS BEUTY IN JUNE


Sparkly!  its June in summer.
The leaves are bright and daze
The trees are ripe, and the Flowers are blooming with chaos
Swiftness is Dashing in the air. the sky is **** with bronze.

The Delights of sunray’s, The taste of Sage.
The woods are Timeless with Venus and Splendor.
The Clouds are Crunchy sizzling with navy and Dew.

The scenery is refreshing, and vineyards are dripping with oats
The Merry of Fowls Swaying towards the east
The respiration of haze to luminous day.
Surely there is Beauty in June

when i met you
you were  like a catipiler
i tryed to aproach you
you matured in a cocoon
feelings started to grow
you broke out of your shell
i realized how much i liked you
you spread your wings and took flight
true beuty is you
when i see you
I get butterflys

people say trust isn't something simply givin, that it's something earned just like with respect right?
then why would we simplly hand out trust and respect to thoose above us?
to the goverment? we put our entire life in their hands. our entire future. We put our entire country in the hands or a stranger and trust them to not mess it up. Why would we simply trust that that police officer isn't lying about what truly happend? And why do we simply hand out respect to our elders? is it because it is the right thing to do? but who made up what was wrong and right? who or what has that power? no one and nothing. Therefore everyone's right and wrong are totally different. we don't know what our elder's do when we arn't looking, do we? So why is it expected of us to hand out respect? Sure it's polite, but yet, who made up what is and/or isn't polite?



Many people will answer this with god. Simply give god the power thaat he made us all. If i were god, i do believe he would regret his actions of creating human's, why create something so disgusting? So he has things to ackknowledge the beuty of earth? While we are ruining it? I do believe if there is a god he would have commited suicide. There is no reason to be proud of us human's in my eyes. We do terribe unforgiveable things, things that ruin, tear apart, demolish other's life. IN just one day it all could come crumbling down. It all did. It has multiple times before. And it will inevitably happen again.

Like coffee in the morning
I grew used to you somehow
It started bitter and without warning
  it is ending that way now

Like Gene Kelly or Sinatra
You have Marlon Brando class
Went to pop music from the opera
Now I cant stop thinking about ***

Like two stings out of tune
We always seem to clash
Bring your beauty to the room
Where the music doesn't match

Art is ever changing: lke w/e idc
People rearranging: Thrz no bEutY Ne wer3
(Jaha baha LOL
They prolly tlk like diz N h3L7 )

My melody is the tune,
the happy feal of june,
sleep untill noon rise awake for the moon,
No school no cruel!
where that dress with out havin to stress,
cauzz your a beuty'
                remember.  Not on deuty,.
The heat the sun out-on-a-run,.
bein you, duss havin fun.
we've all felt rain,
          we've all delt pain
I'ts the natural I'ts the gain.
moving on will keep it sain.
bin there. done that.
she's odd, she's fat,

Cause you're "cool"         HA, you Fool!
          your'e word's you're slick?.
                                      Your heart.          your SICK,

     we take the left because we know the right,

down the road they'll be a fight, thinkin thinkin up all night,
words they say sure aren't right,
  the sky is blue'       they have no clue  your day got gray ,
                                        you're thaughts are cray, you're mind is clay!? wer'e in may
                         SAY GO!,  cant  stay!.  


yes,            
       it's long.       might do you none...
walk you long. read can't go wrong,.          
                so now your'e hear,
      You're sippin beer?
                       Look at that,   Your'e finally cheer, :)
sincere a real friend to all, answer the call catchin ya fall. Jesse  *Mckush

Here I am.
At the peak of the mountain top.
Looking out at the sky.
And all the scenery.

The things you witnessed.
That you have only imagine in a dream.
It's like looking at the sky.
And seeing all the beuty of it.

Trying to point out which cloud.
Reminds you of someone.
It's the same upon the mountain top.

You notice the crafted creation of centuries.
In other words.
You get lost in many things.
When you're a top of the moutain peak.

It's  like a soar of the eagle.
With his wings spreaded out.
You're impressed.
By your personal accomplishment.

Like a skein of softly woven silk...
She moves silently across ocean waves
Exquisite in her ethereal beuty
Dancing effortlessly across moonlit bay

Her soul knows no boundaries
As it moves silently in the night
Her beauty in midnight glowing
Like a bird soaring in graceful flight

Gliding in misty moonlight
In a gleaming white moon blaze
Her face glowing among the stars
She glides elegantly amongst the waves

Her heart cries to the ******
Bereft, longing to be found
In the misty ebullient sea
In which her poor body drowned

The whales sing her lonely song
Their cries ring strangely thru' the night
Their voices sing without words
Grieving of Sara's rueful plight

Sara's voice cries out in vain
Hertears salty- with ocean air
Crying out in quiet depths
Endlessly in her despair

Glimmering and vast is the sea
The tide rages full- the moon shines bright
As this sad maiden cries out in despair
In the darkness of the lonely night...
Her sorrowful notes of sadness -
Linger eternal ...in the ocean air

I drank heavy from the river
To quench my parched lips
Clear cold water against my
Hands

I am always thirsty
I have broken my teeth
On the ancient rocks
To show loyalty to mother nature
I let her **** me
Without giving her my name
I let her spit in my face
To teach me humility
I let her pluck out my eyes
So I could see the color
More clearly
She stabbed a screwdriver
Into my ears
Until I heard them POP POP
So I would know the beuty of silence
I let her peel my skin
With sharpened stones
So I would know every breeze
You were not easy to me
As you tore my tongue from it's roots
So I would remeber the taste of blood
Forever
Take my fingers
Take my toes
Arms
and Legs
I am dead already
I died a long time ago
The day I was born

At the 14th street station a hispanic man, medium height with a cowboy hat and a guitar slung around his shoulder walks onto the subway

passengers look on suspiciously...

as the doors shut he picks up his guitar in a well practiced fashion

the eyes of the train are weary...

he begins to play a classic sounding mariachiesque tune
spanish lyrics

A woman with green eye makeup and dark lip liner rolls her eyes and tilts her head back in exasperation

at the end of the short song a sigh of relief sounds through the car
he timed it perfectly to end as the train came to a stop

he takes off his hat and gives a short speech followed by "gracias amigos"
as he walks through the train with it upturned for donations

i regret not giving him money solely because of the expression on the green eye-linered woman's face

i walk out into grand central station and am stunned at the beuty of life

Beuaty is an interesting word for me because i cannot hear it with out thinking of the Jim Carrey line in Ace Ventura "B-E-A-Utiful"
this fact however does not save me from spelling this word wrong nearly every time i write it

Later Quietly drinking and crosshatching an old comic on a saturday
with a train gang of long islanders

miller lite is a heroes welcome
for a repugnant anarchist antichrist superstar
hidden beneath the semi-amiable skin tone, ****** orientation,
and likewise social status

the only thing left to do is commiserate
in the trappings of convenience and leisure
and the clash of Hadit and Nuit
thrumping thrashing in the sea

1000 troops to iraq again
and i don't mind to much
beyond the travesty is great comedy
for miller lite is a heroes welcome
to pennstation in late noon
and two corn dogs for breakfast

In the ancient shadows of illicit eons past
and only existing in the shadows of the now
I stare at the reflection of myself in the eyes of my sunglasses

That silly smile you give
With your deep red wine lips
The bubblegum chatter you oblige my days with
They craft out symphonies of mayhem incessently

The jet black ocean dreamers eyes
That blush out the moon in its prime
And once eyes meet
A smile trudges along and greet

Beneath the smooth black sheet of hair
Eyebrows sharpened and with a smiley wink
Th raging velvet satin black hair
That flow like ink out of ****'s imagination

The slender fingers you swing
Look like an aussie serpentine
The incessent wandering eyes
That twist and take you for a ride

The cheeks that radiate with hues of pink
Its like cherries perched on a rosy sheet
Your face is like a razor blade
Melts away the expression it drains

Your face reanimates and moves like the moon
As the sun goes goes only to reappear
You are eternally here
You sparkle along and shine like a precious gem


Your changing mood
Your face expresses like the phases of moon
It Keeps a little beuty
And sometimes a shimmer of mischief

Someday somewhere maybe you will see a snowflake
And someone somewhere might drown in those eyes
Everywhere you go.. You leave a little piece of yourself behind
You envy of davinci, the muse of humbert
Like a dagger with a crystal glaze
You will give cinderella a run for her fame

my name is jane ,though i am quite plain , im more than enough, to drive you insane.
my name is john , i hit the ****, on stage i dance ,wearing janes  thong.
my name is claire , my beuty is rare, but its not enough , john dont care.
my name is jill , and i get a thrill , when jack gooses me , and i roll down the hill .
my name is jack , love jills rack, a lil sqeeze and shell be in the sack !

Everything in life is temporary
it all ends, but the problem is when things end somthing new begins and you just have to deal with all these beginnings and endings
Everything is temporary
Sadness, love, life, passion, friendships, homes, familys, joy day, night, sleep, awake
It all ends
And you just watch it end over and over again and you have to deal with it
Theres one thing that dosent have an end but still begins and thats death.
It begins but never ends thats why everyone craves it or fears it so dearly
I can think of a million things that never begin but always end
But deaths the one thing that begins without an end.
What brings all these beginings and endings in a cycle only stopped by death?
The three norns
The future is an end, look forward and a million things have already ended
Time brings all ends
And beings bring beginnings, beings desperately build things up hoping not to have ot smashed down by time, but it always happenes, a cycle
The past are things that are to end and the present is things that are ending
The cycle is boring
And sad
It just means your stuck
Theres only one end
That lastts forever and thats death
No happiness without sadness yet there seems to be sadness without happiness all the time
death wont leave me
death dosent forget about you
death dosent leave its forever, past a point of no return
thats beuty
in a universe full of cycles
the only true beuty is an end
Yet objects dont end
When i die my body will decay and go into another cycle
But i will be over
I will be dead
thats whats so beautiful about the anomaly of life
Things cycle forever, never to end
But beings get to end
I truly pity things without being
They cycle forever
No end for them
but the strangetys of the infinantes gave us being!!!
and thats what separate beings from everything else
We die
We get the beautiful gift of an end

Making the most of life is pointless when most ends
if i make the most of a friendship its still gonna end
Everythings temporary and thats never ending
What making the most gives you is only an end that makes you look back and wish things lasted forever?
Pure unfiltered nostalgia
Pain
Regret
Regret of letting it end
Knowing you could have done something to stop it from ending
Regret of not saying more
Not doing the things you where scared to do
but now its over and theres no way to do anything because everythings temporary
Except death
Death lasts forever
An end without an end

I used to hate green

But you love it....
now i feel as if i do to
maybe its meant to be that way

green and blue...

forever attached
in beuty...

<3

I'm back once again and I'll spin you a tail
One made up of lies, One to make you pale
It started a day, just like any other
it sat there and played, it was no bother

I neered it one day, and that's when it started
It did as I though, and then it departed
The beuty and glow, had made it look holy
But if you get closer, just do it slowly

Though at the start it was rather vexing
it can't be said that it's not perplexing
What once stood before me, within arms reach
Had let me to madness, left me on a beach

I got back where we met, met only an oak
Well that and a beggar, a crow and a bloak
None of wich had any to say
I let them be, I let them stay

I found you again, but that time was to late
It was as I though, your head on a plate
I could not say no, and the feast then began
Looking around, I felt like a caveman

Knife in their hand, they chopped away
All look so greasy, what is this buffet
I took one last glance and it was all back
It wasn't your head but rather a sack

I left the place early, and started to wander
got lost and then found, and then came the thunder
Once more I was lost, alone and painted over
But all is not bad, today I am sober

I found you again my golden dead Clover