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Mood: The Usual'Wusha' went the whoosh of years. Nowhere went the memories. Up and down went the waves but nothing ever really changed x...Created 2012-08-15 17:50:26
Journal: Flight or Fry? -------------------------------------------
Mood: PensiveFight or flick a fucker like a bug
write or simply do not give a fug
all will soon enough be lost in fog
at some point it's simpler to start giving up?
Pens used as stalks to sketch inky petals
swords for sticks to draw lines with metal
keys pressed too hard in locks of our fetters
how long will be wasted on trivial triumphs?
Each day however brings refreshed rewards
stimulation in educational memory cards
political prisoners rewriting the wrongs
remember their fights can never be lost.
Mood: Dreamy"The heart is a stone and this is a stone that we throw
Put your hand on this stone, it's the stone of a home you know
They say we will go far, but they don't know how far we'll go
With our legs on the edge and our feet on the horizon
They say we can throw far but they don't know how far we throw
With our legs on the edge, and our feet on the horizon
The heart is a stone, and this is a stone that we throw
They say we will go far, but they don't know how far we'll go
It can't be gone, we're still right here
It took so long, can't say we heard it all
Limbs parallel, we stood so long we fell
Tear a moment from the days that carry us on forever
This push and pull is the force of a wave of time
In the heat of the night, we would cry, you are not mine
They said we would go far, but they don't know how far we'd go
'cause this heart is a stone, and this is a stone that we throw
It can't be gone, we're still right here
It took so long, can't say we saw it all
Limbs parallel, we stood so long we fell
Tear a moment from the days that carry us on forever
It can't be gone, we're still right here
It took so long, can't say we felt it all
Limbs parallel, we stood so long we fell
Love's like a pantheon, it carries on forever"
...Created 2010-02-19 19:32:19
Journal: Ten Shun -------------------------------------------
Mood: GentleI need a quiet room
and some time....Created 2010-02-19 19:20:35
Journal: For She -------------------------------------------
Mood: FelineTIME THAT WASN'T LOST
Pablo Neruda
One doesn't count illusions
nor bitter realizations,
no measure exists to count
what couldn't happen for us,
what circled like a bumblebee,
without our not noticing
what we were losing.
To lose until we lose our life
is to live our life and our death,
and nothing that passes on exists
that doesn't give constant proof
of the continuous emptiness of all,
the silence into which everything falls
and, finally, we fall.
O! what came so close
that we were never able to know.
O! what was never able to be
that maybe could have been.
So many wings flew around
the mountains of sorrow
and so many wheels beat
the highway of our destiny,
we had nothing left to lose.
And our weeping ended....Created 2009-11-01 18:49:03
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