

A Song of. . .The speakers play the soundtrack of my mind I hear the echoes of your healing voice The prophecies fulfill themselves in timeA Song of. . .
Through the intenseness of your heart so kind I find that moving on is just a choice The speakers play the soundtrack of my mind
I lost my way trying to find a rhyme Which brings much strain with this new flag I hoist The prophecies fulfill themselves in time
There is something here that has not been tried And this prospect could unleash many joys The speakers play the soundtrack of my mind
Tears of pain make clarity har


messy.and it's a mess of haikus and words scrawled loosely on an equally messy sheet of paper and it's a mess of emotions poured from the depths of a heart that doesn't really know anyways and it's a mess of scattered dreams exploding inside my head but this time they haven't stopped yet and it's my mess of a life it's collided with this time that tells me i'm doing something right.messy.


The Philosopher's ReplyDarkness. A flickering light behind casts Long shadows on the wall ahead. The faint smell of smoke Goes unnoticed by the many who watch. Living, loving, laughing, drinking, But ever fixed on silhouettes.The Philosopher's Reply
Chains on your neck, And on your back and shoulders. Who is the one who shackled you? Who charged you this: to gaze at shadows? You and you alone, poor heart. The chains are steel fear and indifference Made strong with the flux of comfort.
You can escape. There's an easy out, I say: Turn your head 'round and see. Illuminate that
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". . . And now for something completely different." [link]
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". . . And now for something completely different." [link]
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And then... All was for grenades...
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". . . And now for something completely different." [link]
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And then... All was for grenades...
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