Being a coach has is responsiblity
When the team wins they celebrate
But you keep them focused for the next game
You push them to be better prepared
The coach takes on all the weaknesses making them a strength
When the team fails the coach know the job wasn't done right
A loss means the coach needs to push and not fail again
If the coach hates losing the team should feel the same way
One common goal and work out the kinks everything will fall into place
No hard work goes unnoticed so earn it and it will get a positive outcome

I know a girl that got pregnant at the age 14. When she turned 15 a month later she had her baby. When she saw her baby girl for the first time she was so happy. The way the baby looked reminded her of the baby's father. When the baby's father saw her for the first time he cried because of how beautiful the baby was. He knew right then he had a responsiblity of another life. He knew he had to show his daughter the right way to live her life and so did the baby's mom. Well that happened just not the way you would think. The child had to go through alot to learn what to do and not to do and know how to live her life. She had to learn the way that was the hardest way she knew. She had to see her mom get taken away from her so much and she would be cry histarically for her mom she would kick the police and bite them to be with her mom. She didnt want her mom to go away from her. She hated having her step dad around becuase he was always so verbally and physically abusive to her mommy. She would watch her step dad hit her mom and leave her bruises. The little girl got abused when she was little by her biological dad twice. The first time she had to do a report and that is it and then went to fostercare. The second time she did a report and then went to the police station to get pictures done of the proof. Then she went home and went to school the next day. While she was at school the police came to talk to her and take more pictures. Then 2 people took the girl to a fostercare home and she spent 5 days there. While she was there her mommy was in jail for drugs. Her mommy was a drug addict and didnt want to come and get her. The only reason she did was because the little girl was going to be in perminant fostercare. If her mommy wouldn't get her. Her mommy and family would never get too see her. All this still haunts her but her life has gotten amazingly better. She has a job and is going to school and is going to graduate in 2012. She is a very determined strong independant women and hard worker. She loves kids and loves her parents alothough they put her through all that. She loves her whole family and would do anything to make them happy. She will protect them and take care of them. She also has 5 sisters and 2 brothers. she would take a bullet for them each and everyone of them not matter what she will always be there for them. Even if they do something she doesnt agree with or bad she will still always be there for them. That is what a true family member does for her family.

What a flim it is?
Just mindblowing

Sublime
Sublime
And sublime

The Extreme love
The Extreme Care
The Extreme Kindness

The years of Longingness
Vanished With in a second

Extermed Psunami
Brought out exteremed emotion

Just thought
To hold My papa
And mama
And To die next second..

But just had a responsiblity
And soon WILL I..

THE REASON FOR THE CHEMICAL LEAKAGE



YOU SEE 6 ASTRONAUGHTS, WERE FORCED TO TAKE SHELTER IN THE RUSSIAN

SEGMENT OF THE SHUTTLE, BECAUSE THE DEAD TERRORISTS HAS THEM TRAPPED

SAYING, TO THEM, I AM GOING TO MAKE THIS SHUTTLE LEAK, I AM GOING TO CAUSE

PROBLEMS, SO YOU WILL NEVER FIND THE TRUTH, OF WHAT IS GOING ON UP HERE

TILL THE DAY YOU, DIE, AND THE TERRORISTS ARE FLYING AROUND THE SPACE SHUTLLE

SAY SPILL IT OVER, SPILL IT OVER, AND THEN GOT THEIR WAY INTO THE HEADS OF THE

ASTRONAUGHTS, SAYING, WE ARE GOING TO MAKE IT HARDER TO FIND LIFE UP HERE,

CAUSE, IF YOU ARE A COSMIC SLEEPER LIKE ME, YOU CAN FIND LIFE, BUT, THE TERRORISTS

TIED BRIAN ALLAN UP, AND ARE WILLING TO **,D HIM CAPTIVE FOR YEARS AND YEARS, BUT

AS THE ASTRONAGHTS ARE REALLY DOING IT TOUGH, CAUSE, THIS IS THEIR EARTH LIVELIHOOD

BUT AS THE TERRORISTS ARE HOLDING THE SPACE SHUTTLE, THEY ARE ALL YELLING HEH HEH HEH HEH

YOU ARE ALL DOOMED, YOU ARE ALL DOOMED, WE WILL KEEP YOU WILL BE WITH US, FOREVER

AND THEY GRABBED THE RUSSIAN AND RUSSIAN AND AMERICAN ASTRONAUGHT, AND SAID, COME WITH ME

AND AS THEY CAME CLOSER, THEY SAW BRIAN ALLAN *******, UNDER A HUGE TRAP, WITH PAUL BERENYI, YOU

SEE, THIS IS A TRAP, THAT THE TERRORISTS ARE PUTTING ON THE INNOCENT COSMIC DEAD PEOPLE, YOU SEE

BRIAN ALLAN SAID, TAKE ME, LET THE ASTRONAUGHTS GO, AND THE TERRORISTS SAID, FINE, BUT WE DON’T

WANT TO LET THESE PEOPLE GO, WITHOUT A PROBLEM, CAUSE YOU SEE, BRIAN ALLAN, YOU HAVE PAY TV

AND YOU WILL BE TRAPPED, BY US TERRORIST FOREVER, THE ATSRONAUGHTS, WERE, UNLEASHED A BIG PUFF OF

A GAS LEAKAGE, WHICH WAS CAUSED BY THE TERRORISTS, SAYING DEATH DOESN’T STOP THEM, ACTUALLY DEATH

MAKES IT ALL WORST, BECAUSE, WE CAN’T HOLD THEM BACK, AND THE TERRORIST WANTED BRIAN ALLAN, MAINLY BECAUSE

HIM AS CRONUS, TRIED TO GET IN THE MIND OF ALQUEDA, TO GET THEM TO ACCEPT RESPONSIBLITY, AND THE TERROSISTS

ARE NOW GOT BRIAN ALLAN’S KID, AND KEEPING HIM *******, AND THEN THE TERRORISTS ARE PLANNING TO MAKE HIS COSMIC

EVERGY REALLY SUFFER, AND I MEAN REALLY SUFFER, YOU SEE, THE CHEMICALS THAT CAUSED THE LEAKAGE, ON THE SPACE SHIP

WAS TOO MANY METHANE SMMOTHIES, WHICH, THE TERRORISTS ARE TRYING TO GET RID OF, LIKE IMPROVING THE QUALITY OF

THEIR LIFE, THE TERRORISTS DON’T WANT TO IMPROVE THE QUALITY OF PEOPLE’S LIVES, AND BRIAN ALLAN AND PAUL BERENYI

ARE REPLACING THE TERRORISTS BEING ******* TO THE SUN, WITH THE TERRORISTS SAYING, HEH HEH HEH , YOU TWO COOL EX WODEN

SCHOOL KIDS, WILL NEVER ESCAPE, NEVER ESCAPE I WILL TELL YA I WILL TELL YA, YOU WILL NEVER DEFEAT THE TERRORISTS, NOBODY

CAN DEFEAT THE TERRORISTS, AND THEN THE TERRORISTS, WITH BRIAN ALLAN WHO IS CRONUS ******* WITH PAUL ON THE SUN, THE UNIVERSE

IS NO LONGER SAFE, BUT EVERYONE CAN’T DIE, BUT THEY ALL KNOW IMMORTAL, BUT THEY CAN GET CAUGHT, AND THE TERRORISTS WILL

GIVE THESE EARTHLINGS BAD DREAMS ABOUT BEING CAPTURED, AND AS HE IS ******* TO THE SUN, BRIAN ALLAN WAS REMINDED OF

A BAD DREAM, HE HAD, AS HE WAS BEING KEPT IN THE DARK ABOUT COOL BEHAVIOUR, AS ALL HIS DREAMS, WERE BLOCKED BY KIDNAP, BECAUSE

THE WITCH DOCTOR AND STEVEN BRADLEY, AND NOW THE TERRORISTS ARE AFTER THE KIDS WHO CURRENTLY LIVE IN CANBERRA, AS THEY ARE

LOSING COSMIC POWERS, BY NOT DRINKING COCA COLA, CAUSE THE ADULTS ARE RULING THEIR LIVES, THIS ISN’T LIKE STAR WARS OR STAR TREK,

BUT IT MORE LIKE A BAD EPISODE OF LOST IN SPACE, YOU SEE, THERE IS NO WAY THE TERRORISTS ARE LETTING BRIAN AND PAUL FROM THEIR CLUTCHES

BECAUSE, THESE TERRORISTS ARE FINALLY ABOUT TO GET THEIR WAY IN THE COSMOS, THEY ARE FINALLY  GOING TO GET THEIR WAY.

EVERYONE IS GOING TO BEHAVE IN THE COSMOS, CAUSE, IF THEY DON’T, THE EARTH WILL LOSE LOVED ONES, AND THE TERRORISTS ARE GOING

TO FORCE THE END OF THE WORLD, PLEASE DON’T LAUGH AT THE END OF THE WORLD, THESE TERRORISTS ARE TRAPPING BRIAN AND PAUL TOGETHER

TO SAY YOU 2 GUYS ARE BEING TRAPPED, YOU SEE JACK VIDGEON AND BRIAN ALLAN COSMIC SLEEPER, HAVE TO WATCH THEIR THIRD EYES, BECAUSE

THE END OF THE WORLD WILL COME, IF WE DON’T MEND EVERY BLADE OF GRASS, TO SAVE THE WORLD, BY HELPING THE POOR, AND CALMING THE

EVIL TERRORIST SPIRIT ONCE AND FOR ALL, YOU SEE, THE TERRORISTS TRAPPED THE SPACE STATION, AND TRAPPED JACK VIDGEONS LAST LIFE PAUL BERENYI

AND TRAPPED BRIAN ALLAN, AND NOW, WILL TRAP OTHER GENERATIONS, TO FORCE THE END OF THE WORLD, SOONER RATHER THAN LATER OR NEVER

PLEASE SAVE OUR PLANET, CHECK EVERYTHING, OK, I MEAN CHECK, WE CAN’T CONTROL WHAT THE TERRORISTS DO, THE TERRORIST WAR IS NOW IN THE COSMOS

THE END, OR IS IT

can't talk that crap with you, with you rapping,
and how's your papa, who played the guitar; that
jazz man, that jazz!
you can take the european charity
companies to court... we're paying **** all
     until Africa stops faking
the ****** of post-colonial money...
should have settled that **** with
your original contractors...
   i hate the adverts, i doubly hate
the care for honesty...

need to take it up with
the bollocking's worth for africa...
the moment i spotted this
one fat kenyan woman
strolling, i started thinking about
keeping foxes more...
you gave us jazz, you gave the blues:
******! move!
      you deconstructed
the european orchestra! what more
do or can want?

       a ******* nightie...
white teeth and a chance spot of
scelara... ****** please,
i'm talking to this girl and i don't
have a 11 inch *****...
    you gave us jazz and blues, man,
what more do you want?!
     i love you man,
but the bro **** has to stop...
   a few of my "species"
liked to lacerate themselves,
i *** it...
              but you're turning all
******* Kentucky on me...

i'm not buying the need for charity
with western charity shops,
when i was in Kenya i realised:
only the idiots made it to the slave boats...
thankfully they did...
otherwise we'd have no blues or jazz...
and you're complaining...
   what did the germans and the russians
ever teach the poles when they invaded?
  i'm trying to think of something...
i can't think of anything!
nothing of musical to be sure...
          
   if there was no slave trade
there would be no jazz and no blues...
at least you can don that skin of yours
with pride...
   all i got was Auschwitz and a bunch of
angry Israeli tourists...
so yeah... clap clap...
    the only thing that might seem comforting
is allowing me to deal with it alone.
   i really can't be bothered with
people testing the shark-infested waters of
faking happy...
        please do... please... but not here.

next time i'll hear you complain
i'll just think of the last time you visited the Ivory Coast
and said: i'll never come back,
never mind the coco and knots.
     this is the last time you start moaning
about feeling: so at home.
last time ******...
           because you do...
     the last time i spoke to a whitey i was also
told: you didn't say that akin to ***** enough...
     last time i checked,
     it really didn't matter that i talked to a white
person...
            to give a proof of relativity,
   extract a word from akin shapes of relativism,
and give it concrete status, you'll probably get a
chemistry or physics theory...
            
      i really can't hear the complaints enough,
even though i'm hardly the one to inherit the *******...
i just hear jazz and blues...
        and as the sole instigators of post-classical music...
given the current theme, ultra-african,
primarily drumming...
       e.g. distance and the album
repercussions, and how it sold-out like
   a litter of hot bagles...
      or a bunch of golden labradors...
and i own a copy.
              
  that's the oddity of speaking the same tongue
as the one currently gravitating toward speaking
a history, and how tongue and ethnicity misfires,
how there are mongrels of the flesh,
and how there are mongrels of the soul...
how i will never, ever, accept a historicity,
and subsequently a responsibility...
    for something done in the past...
i could be german and forget the holocaust
given that the theme in several languages in western
europe is based on a colonial past...
      and i don't even know how i am to stomach
it, or begin creating an identity from it...
i heard ****** played blues and jazz,
and i was like: forget chopin!
    
they taught us a method to unlearn grammar
in the case of having learned it in the language
of music... came first: spontaneity:
like that scottish language teacher...
   who taught no grammar rules...
          some might claim to treat them as the proto
revisionist-reductionists...
and yet... so much hysteria over a word
on the tongue that would easily equate it as
homie...
          it's sad enough to pass an atmosphere of
easily acquired depression,
simply working from the basis of leveraging
the need to learn vocab, as in later instances
curbing it... and that's politics not done by politicians
but by 3rd party people obeying instructions
that don't necessarily require digging trenches,
which are nonetheless dug.
     i literally have no real argument for
democracy, other than: rule by being rude.
               i am actually tempted by the political schematic
of despotism, when we learn an omnipresent care
for etiquette, and how politeness gives us such tiny
delights, but at least the tiny delights are recurrent...
  democracy is just infested with the spirit of revolution,
like the re- / again and again could ever be improved,
or what's called: re-inventing the wheel...
    i think it's hardly necessary to give the mob:
an authority...
         i find the mob to be no source of authority...
   at least rulers can be undermined,
   made fun of in a game of posturing and
               philandering...
   the mob can't be over-ruled...
                  it has no shadow,
it has no individual...
it's basically just one sack of *****
   ready to implode, and when imploding
continually deviate from a work-ethic status
of a plateau-strata with only one individual
    ****** enough to be the tulip above the waters...
with democracy, no one really takes any real
responsiblity...
     all despots are accounted for,
but in the case of democracy, since the crown is passed
around like a ***** so frequently,
everyone can play the Pontius Pilate...
how eager they are with washing their hands...
   that's democracy for you,
shadow people and everyone
  a spy unto the next person: or at least glass houses:
with social media outlets: also glass people...
  they said Milošević was bad...
they held talks at the Hague (proto Nuremberg)...
but still T. Blair walks as innocently
as a swan...
   democracy has a perfect sense of
being a poetry describing a brothel...
  many people came through its doors...
a lot of hands were shaken, a lot of promises were made...
    and when democracy had its fury established,
it attacked the monogamy of despotism:
i.e. one man one country...
                     after all, pyramids were sacred,
as was the study of the river of *****...
democracy is a brothel, shadow people who make
many handshakes, and like cowards,
disappear into the night of a throng
and shout: it's all humble pie perfect!

There are demons among us, angels in disguse..
We dont know the difference, they all came from the sky..
but we all walk on earth, heads up in the clouds...
Would you know his vocie, if he was screaming out loud...
Or do we think he's paper, materialistic dreams...
money making favors, thats just what it seems...
These demon playing angels, catch you with there schemes...
Tell You that happiness, is found in all these things..
Gravitate to the lavish life, cuz that weights stronger....
and let go of the free fall, into a deeper hunger...
So we over eat, indulge, and over treat...
Not carring bout the brother you left hungry on the street..
forget about his need...
He waisted his own life,we live a different type of greed...
Cuz we only care about ourselves...
Responsiblity,hahaha put my kids up on the shelves...
Thats what my father did....
So I'll follow in his foots steps,not the ones mommy lived...
Thats alright we say,thats alight...
A way for you to cope,with the things that wasn't right...
The lavish livng life, the one this money gave...
The one I'll never get, but ill keep tryin to the grave...
Wheres the mind set,where is the heart in that...
Do you ever remember your mission, it wasn't about that...
You were sent to save the world..
all my boys and girls...
But if money is all you breathe, then you'll never believe...
And The whole world is lost in your greed...

Fathers are supposed to protect you
Be there for you
But mine seems to think I'll ruin his life
The coward is still afraid of responsiblity even though its been sixteen years since he knocked up my mum.

He has three other kids you know
One whom died not so long ago
One who he also ditched at birth but he sees her now
And a tiny wee baby called Riley

I don't want to see that ****
But I'd do anything to meet that wee baby
I've seen photos and hes grown sooo much
And im glad that coward didn't run out on Riley because that baby deserves a father as much as the next person.

Hope to meet you one day little one ♥

(you tell me that happiness exists
and I beg you to allow me
a few moments, to dissolve
those smiles plastered on that
family portrait you hang so proudly)

Exhibit A:
a medecine cabinet full of pills,
and a woman whose throat is a bit too loose,
whose head is a bit too woozy,
from trying to erase those 10 odd years,
when her uncle knew the insides,
her legs better than he knew his wife’s,

Have you seen
the man who prays too hard,
for redemption at some backwoods’ altar,
begging God and all those who witness
for forgiveness of sins he has yet to commit ?
He has forgotten how to sleep,
pacing and chasing far too many a dream over a hill.

Find next,
in a girl whose body feels like space,
forever bending over her knees,
to pull that monumental trigger
lying at the back of her empty throat.
that boom-boom, flash of violent thrashing
and a quiet flushing of the toilet
She never could quite remove what felt so heavy

Turn your eyes up the stairs,
to a nervous women who runs
a scalding bath, hoping that
maybe if her skins burns hot enough,
then she’ll be washed of all that
hellish responsiblity, submerging
the animal circus in her that’ll
paint her tombstone peasant anti-ghost


allow me a moment to clarify:
not all that lies at the surface
speaks to the distance
a soul can travel through time,
allow me a moment to make
an exhibition of struggle
and remind you that
nothing is ever quite what it seems

Things and people who are not linked to their soul's higher will are finding it increasingly difficult to maintain their world of lies, deception, and greed. The old model that is based upon blaming the victim, stealing from the poor, and denying the Truth is starting to crumble.  This was bound to happen eventually because constructs based on darkness and disease can never sustain themselves since they come from a place of lack and fear.  In fear's place a bean sprout of goodness is growing.  We can really hope and see the magic and magnificence of the contructs of love and peace blossoming.  This is a peaceful protest to the old ways.  This sheer goodness is beautiful and it's briliance of goodwill shines upon everything.  You can only deny love and goodness for so long before it encompasses your heart and works to transform you.  Love and light always win anyway. The ability to succumb to the tiny spark of love in our hearts, even if we've detached from our hearts long ago will either make or break us as a species.  Some people walk around with thick shells covering their hearts, but this is only a protection from hurt.  When there becomes enough safety in the world, those shells will come off.  And that will be a glorious day.  Enough people are getting fed up with the current governmental system of control and oppression.  It is a complex game of the people in power exploiting the innocent, as well as the truth-seekers.

Compassion and empathy are tremendous healing forces.  Many of people's problems stem from misunderstandings, assumptions, and judgements.  There are some instances where one is hurt intentionally, but that is when taking a stance of compassion is the most powerful.  In the moment of our greatest pain, lies the most opportunistic moment to have the deepest of empathy.  This is not shifting the responsiblity upon the victim.  No.  This is preventing the extended period of rage and bitterness that usually follows a victimization.  The hardest part about being a victim is the aftermath of the offense.  PTSD is a *****.  If we are able to have compassion for ourselves as well as our assailant in the moment, the easier it is to be free from the suffering that ineviably follows.  This is a skill for masters.  We are all masters.

He is everything to me
His control is all in the powers
The power of words that,
diffuse the love
Deep thoughts carry whole branches of life

The work of sacrifice, to earn
the love of pride
To make his buds the blossom of light
Auxiliary to the hands to fulfill the dreams of life

All love and sacrifice, for family
Strong in will, strong in faith
to seek for a goal, to strive for success
How busy those hands, to save the loving hood

He is the symbol of responsiblity
to complete the code of life
Because he believe,
"A small gain is worth than
a large promise"

Yes, he is a father, the father
of every nation who has his own
secret superpower

Thinking about pinky swears under old trees
Inscripted with the carving of memories
Do you ever think of me?
A seal of forever brought together by blood from a ***** of a finger
Sisters
Disregarding names or blood and made eachother our own
Because family wasn't always there
Life never left us alone for long,
It dropped you into my lap
And I had always been proud of that
Because in a world full of nothing,
At least I had that

It isnt fair
That life is a game of volley ball and it picked you for the other team
After all the apple juice boxes and scraped knees
I never thought you'd be playing against me
Dropping the ball so carelessly
A score for you, as it always is
It has always been
Maybe I was more of a decoration then a friend- a trophey of loyality
A prized possession for the admiration of a life long friendship
Im another swish in the basket
Our friendship only exsists in a casket
Because it is dead and I cant get past it

It was life long, that was what was said
Under a swing set
Pinky swears and truth or dares
Turned to silence and hurtful glares
Its hard to break the ice when you are so cold
I dont want to hear about the hearts you break,
Hearts of gold
For goodness sake-
But none could hurt more than mine
It hurts every ******* time I look at you
And dont like what I see,
The pain your bringing to yourself and me
Hasnt been so welcoming

But I remember how the class bell would ring-
How we'd run down the steps, how we'd laugh and sing
So tell me, do you ever think of me?
I am alone with an empty swing
A lifetime of friendship didnt mean a thing
When the grasp of a a males hand will always be stronger than me
When we said boys would never be a thing that would come between
I miss when we thought they had cooties
***** me, and sue me
For thinking I had the upper hand
I'll never understand

Being the exception of the rule
You made everyone the fool-
Thinking I was special when the only one who was special was always you
I look into your eyes and I am confused
Because it isnt you
At least thats what I want to think
And what you want me to believe
Out of all the things you held to be so important
It was never me

Only when life was young and free,
Without the threshold of responsiblity
But don't come and say you need things from me,
I won't be made to be
A fool you want me to be

Thinking about pinky swears under old trees
Trees that are wilting, and our intitals will be the only thing
That is ever lasting
And all I can hear is you laughing
Overlapping the time that has been passing
And its time for me to move faster
Away from you,
Because you're a distaster
Because a romance, or a fling,
Will only be the thing that is happily ever after
And of course I will never be that
So I will tip my hat to you
I will no longer be used by you
Or used because I've been dared
To embrace the truth

So **** these trees as I burn them to their roots-
Like my roots came from you
Pinky swears were broken
And I DARE you to tell me the TRUTH
If you were lying when you said you would be there,
Or that you didnt really know or care
If you really dropped the ball,
Or maybe it was me that didn't play fair
So why would you pick me
When your classmates wanted better for the team
And I just didnt make the cut

Linked by the arm,
The Bonnie to my Clyde
Our names always stitched together
Always by my side
Your name was always on my tongue and your home became mine,
Our families knew us by name
And nothing could seperate us
Except time..

The tallys on your wall
In your old house have gotten taller
And thats fine, except its not
It went from smoking ***
And climbing trees
To scraping you off the sidewalk
Trying to get answers
When you're too gone to talk
And I am left without clarity,
Or closure,
And missing you a lot

A ***** pickled brain
Maintains the decisons that you make
The toxicity of your life leaks into mine
Because no matter the distace,
Our lives are intertwined
Blood from the ***** of a finger
Sisters
Where the bond was stronger then blood
When do I cut these ties?
When will enough be enough?
Or will you have me back in a strum?
In a musical hum?

Reaping for attention,
But you haven't been asking for mine
A sunk battle ship.
A game of hide and seek,
Except this time you didn't find me.
A game of hooky,
But I was the one being ditched
A game of truth or dare,
But you ran when the truth hit
You won this game of Clue,
But you have no way to prove it
You've hit me with your bumper car,
And I think its time to move it
We're no longer kids-
And its lazer tag,
Except you're using bullets
I have to except you're out of control
And can not control it

Thinking about pinky swears under old trees,
Old inside jokes, and silly things
Our giggling filling up the room when we were supposed to be asleep
Swingsets and secret places
Happy songs and silly faces
Wishing we could meet back here
In these sacred places
But I don't expect you to pick up the phone

A swingset,
And I'm swinging alone
Initials carved in old trees,
Thank god thats everlasting
In a world that's everchanging
But thats all that will be-
For the path your walking is too scary for me, so I will stay behind

Alone

On a swing

FOK
****
****
****
WHERE THE **** TO FROM HERE
**** MAN
WHAT A BAD END
PASS ME NOTHING
TOUCH ME NOWHERE
**** MAN
****
FUCKEN ****

I BARE NOT ****
STUPID RESPONSIBLITY
THIS DAGGER IN ME
AINT MINE
THIS END IS UNREAL


OH FUCKEN HELL
HAND GUN AT HAND
NO WAY OUT
**** MAN ****
WHAT A TERRIBLE END

I HAVE TO HITCH A RIDE
QUICK
QUICK FUCKEN STIKS
**** IS REAL ALREADY
I GOTTO TO BLOW MYSELF
OUT OF THIS **** FUCKEN
CORNER
IT'S HOTTER THAN I THOUGHT
IT WILL EVER BE HOT

OH FUCKEN HELL
HAND GUN AT HAND
NO WAY OUT
**** MAN ****
WHAT A TERRIBLE END

FOK
****
****
****
WHERE THE **** TO FROM HERE
**** MAN
WHAT A BAD END
PASS ME NOTHING
TOUCH ME NOWHERE
**** MAN
****
FUCKEN ****

I WRITE  
YOU READ
I AM OUT
FUCKEN OUT

COZI COZI KWAPHELA

You hold a big piece of my heart. It's fragile. I bet you already knew that. How it gets smaller everyday. How you can control me. How you make me feel completely insane most of the time.
My heart is cracked. Because I let you carelessly hold it. My mistake. I take full responsiblity. I gave my fragile, cracked heart to a stranger.
Our anniversary was last week. Almost half a year with eachother. Yelling, crying, laughing, joking, loving, hurting. You say you love me. I question that everyday. Should I let another stranger carry my fragile heart once again?

Life

Life is an opportunity
Life is a beauty
Life is a challenge
Life is a dream
Life is a game
Life is happiness
Life is sorrowful
Life is responsiblity
Life is a promise
Life is a music
Which can be sad or happy
Life is a chance
Life is a struggle
Life is a story
Life is a tragedy
Life is a adventure
Life is a luck
Life is a water
Life is a fire
Life is a lake
Life is too precious
Don't destroy it ever
Do enjoy it
And fight for it
Bcoz at the end
Life is a life