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    dotsJournal: Machine Gundots
    -------------------------------------------
    Mood: The Usual

    Machine Gun
    Tearing my body all apart

    Machine Gun, yeah
    Tearing my body all apart

    Evil man make me kill ya
    Evil man make you kill me
    Evil man make me kill you
    Even though weíre only families apart

    Well I pick up my axe and fight like a bomber
    (You know what I mean)
    Hey! And your bullets keep knocking me down

    Hey, I pick up my axe and fight like a bomber now
    Yeah, but you still blast me down to the ground

    The same way you shoot me down, baby
    Youíll be going just the same
    Three times the pain,
    and your own self to blame
    Hey, Machine Gun

    I ainít afraid of your mess no more, babe
    I ainít afraid no more
    After a while, your, your cheap talk donít even cause me pain,
    so let your bullets fly like rain

    íCause I know all the time youíre wrong baby
    And youíll be going just the same
    Yeah, Machine Gun
    Tearing my family apart
    Yeah, yeah, alright
    Tearing my family apart

    (Donít you shoot him down)
    (Heís íbout to leave here)
    (Donít you shoot him down)
    (Heís got to stay here)
    (He ainít going nowhere)
    (Heís been shot down to the ground)
    (Oh where he canít survive, no, no)

    {Jimi Hendrix lyrics}

    ...Created 2007-06-26 07:54:55

    dotsJournal: Books From...dots
    -------------------------------------------
    Mood: Lazy

    Books From Boxes


    Night falls and towns become circuit boards
    We can beat the sun as long as we keep moving
    From the air, stadium lights stand out like flares
    And all I know is that you're sat here right next to me

    We rarely see warning signs in the air we breathe
    Right now I feel each and every fragment

    This paper trail leads right back to you
    You say you need me to step outside
    You spent the evening unpacking books from boxes
    You passed me up so as not to break a promise
    Scattered polaroids and sprinkled words around your collar in the long run
    Said you knew that this would happen

    Well this is something new but it turns out it was borrowed too
    Why does every let down have to be so thin?
    Rain explodes at the moment that the cab door closed
    I feel the weight upon your kiss ambiguous

    You have to leave, I appreciate that
    But I hate when conversation slips out of our grasp

    You spent the evening unpacking books from boxes
    You passed me up so as not to break a promise
    Scattered polaroids and sprinkled words around your collar in the long run
    Said you knew that this would happen

    Two bodies in motion
    This is a matter of fact
    It wasn't built to last

    Two bodies in motion
    This is a matter of fact
    It wasn't built to last

    You spent the evening unpacking books from boxes
    You passed me up so as not to break a promise
    Scattered polaroids and sprinkled words around your collar in the long run
    Said you knew that this would happen

    The pounding rain continued it's bleak fall
    And we decided just to write after all, after all

    The pounding rain continued it's bleak fall
    And we decided just to write after all

    ~All by Maximo Park~
    I love this song atm!

    ...Created 2007-06-15 11:51:32

    dotsJournal: Wish You Were..dots
    -------------------------------------------
    Mood: Thinking


    So...
    So you think you can tell Heaven from Hell?
    Blue skies from pain?
    Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
    A smile from a veil?
    Do you think you can tell?
    And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
    Hot ashes for trees?
    Hot air for a cool breeze?
    Cold comfort for change?
    And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
    How I wish, how I wish you were here.
    We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
    Running over the same old ground.
    What have we found? The same old fears.
    Wish you were here.

    ~All by Pink Floyd~
    (I can't take the credit :p)

    ...Created 2007-06-09 17:49:32

    dotsJournal: Into the Mysticdots
    -------------------------------------------
    Mood: Content :)

    We were born before the wind
    Also younger than the sun
    Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
    Hark, now hear the sailors cry
    Smell the sea and feel the sky
    Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

    And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
    And when the fog horn blows I want to hear it
    I don't have to fear it

    And I want to rock your gypsy soul
    Just like way back in the days of old
    And magnificently we will flow into the mystic

    When that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
    And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
    I don't have to fear it

    And I want to rock your gypsy soul
    Just like way back in the days of old
    And together we will flow into the mystic
    Come on girl...

    Too late to stop now...

    ~All lyrics by Van Morrison~

    ...Created 2007-06-07 14:06:47

    dotsJournal: Strange Meetingdots
    -------------------------------------------
    Mood: Thinking...

    It seemed that out of the battle I escaped
    Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped
    Through granites which Titanic wars had groined.
    Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned,
    Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred.
    Then, as I probed them, one sprang up, and stared
    With piteous recognition in fixed eyes,
    Lifting distressful hands as if to bless.
    And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall;
    With a thousand fears that vision's face was grained;
    Yet no blood reached there from the upper ground,
    And no guns thumped, or down the flues made moan.
    "Strange, friend," I said, "Here is no cause to mourn."
    "None," said the other, "Save the undone years,
    The hopelessness. Whatever hope is yours,
    Was my life also; I went hunting wild
    After the wildest beauty in the world,
    Which lies not calm in eyes, or braided hair,
    But mocks the steady running of the hour,
    And if it grieves, grieves richlier than here.
    For by my glee might many men have laughed,
    And of my weeping something has been left,
    Which must die now. I mean the truth untold,
    The pity of war, the pity war distilled.
    Now men will go content with what we spoiled.
    Or, discontent, boil bloody, and be spilled.
    They will be swift with swiftness of the tigress,
    None will break ranks, though nations trek from progress.
    Courage was mine, and I had mystery;
    Wisdom was mine, and I had mastery;
    To miss the march of this retreating world
    Into vain citadels that are not walled.
    Then, when much blood had clogged their chariot-wheels
    I would go up and wash them from sweet wells,
    Even with truths that lie too deep for taint.
    I would have poured my spirit without stint
    But not through wounds; not on the cess of war.
    Foreheads of men have bled where no wounds were.
    I am the enemy you killed, my friend.
    I knew you in this dark; for so you frowned
    Yesterday through me as you jabbed and killed.
    I parried; but my hands were loath and cold.
    Let us sleep now . . ."


    ~Wilfred Owen~

    ...Created 2007-03-05 12:30:31

    dotsJournal: Uniformdots
    -------------------------------------------
    Mood: Relaxing

    There was a sense of disappointment as we left them all
    All the young people look the same
    Wearing their masks of cool and indifference
    Come us dressed up as we're barely in?

    'Cause we're so handsome and we're so bored
    So entertain us, tell me a joke
    Make it long, make it last
    Make it cruel, just make me laugh
    We can't be hurt, we can't be hurt

    Did you forget your blues on the weekend?
    Think about more things to buy
    The TV taught me how to sulk and love nothing
    and how to grow my hair long

    'Cause we're so handsome and we're so bored
    So entertain us, tell me a joke
    Make it long, make it last
    Make it cruel, just make me laugh
    We can't be hurt, we can't be hurt

    So why do you go picking fights that you'll lose?
    (When you have entertainment, when you have things to pass the time)
    So why do you go thinking thoughts that are above you?
    Well I was brave, intelligent; I could have been a hero
    No-one can be trusted under the age of fourteen
    We tell ourselves weíre different
    I've gotten so good at lying to myself

    Oh!
    All my pain and honor is used up
    Oh! Oh! Oh!
    All my guns are rusted

    So when're you gonna realize
    Those are not your wrongs to right?
    Have another life, have another drink

    I am a martyr, I just need a motive
    I am a martyr, I just need a cause
    I'm a believer, I just need a motive
    I'm a believer, I just need a cause

    We're finding it hard to break the mold
    We're finding it hard to be alone
    We're finding it hard to excite myself
    We have nothing at all to say

    Uniform
    Uniform
    Uniform

    There was a sense of disappointment as we left them all
    All the young people looked the same

    ~* All lyrics by Bloc Party *~

    ...Created 2007-02-10 06:50:54

    dotsJournal: Cleaningdots
    -------------------------------------------
    Mood: Relaxing

    I've done some housekeeping. Got rid of alot of older poems to make room for something new. A new perspective.

    Enjoy

    ...Created 2007-02-07 18:28:53

    dotsJournal: Ozymandiasdots
    -------------------------------------------
    Mood: The Usual

    (by Percy Shelley)

    I met a traveller from an antique land
    Who said:óTwo vast and trunkless legs of stone
    Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
    Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
    And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
    Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
    Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
    The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
    And on the pedestal these words appear:
    "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
    Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"
    Nothing beside remains: round the decay
    Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
    The lone and level sands stretch far away

    ...Created 2006-10-28 17:47:10

    dotsJournal: Waiting...dots
    -------------------------------------------
    Mood: Thinking...

    Any minute now, my ship is coming in
    I'll keep checking the horizon
    I'll stand on the bow, feel the waves come crashing
    Come crashing down, down, down, on me

    And you say, be still my love
    Open up your heart
    Let the light shine in
    But don't you understand
    I already have a plan
    I'm waiting for my real life to begin

    When I awoke today, suddenly nothing happened
    But in my dreams, I slew the dragon
    And down this beaten path, and up this cobbled lane
    I'm walking in my old footsteps, once again
    And you say, just be here now
    Forget about the past, your mask is wearing thin
    Let me throw one more dice
    I know that I can win
    I'm waiting for my real life to begin

    Any minute now, my ship is coming in
    I'll keep checking the horizon
    And I'll check my machine, there's sure to be that call
    It's gonna happen soon, soon, soon
    It's just that times are lean

    And you say, be still my love
    Open up your heart, let the light shine in
    Don't you understand
    I already have a plan
    I'm waiting for my real life to begin

    On a clear day, I can see
    See for a long way

    On a clear day, I can see
    See for a long way

    ...Created 2006-09-06 16:43:01

    dotsJournal: Cross-Eyed Beardots
    -------------------------------------------
    Mood: Reflecting

    I broke your doll
    It was cross eyed, that's all
    I only wanted to help it see straight
    A half broken moon
    Sooner than soon
    I was up on your wall
    Smaller than small
    In a half-painted frame
    The wood wouldn't stain
    I hope that reminds you
    Of the part you couldn't change in me

    So push me I'll fall
    If you pull me I'll drown
    If you're gonna be nailin me down
    I won't rise again

    I scratched your car
    Where the bird left a stain
    I only wanted to help you see straight
    A half broken moon
    Sooner than soon
    I was up on your wall
    Smaller than small
    In a half painted frame
    Where the wood wouldn't stain
    I hope that reminds you
    Of the part you couldn't change in me

    So push me I'll fall
    If you pull me I'll drown
    If you're gonna be nailin me down
    I won't rise again
    I won't rise again

    I'm not God, I'm not God
    I love you but I'm not God...

    *~*Lyrics by Damien Rice*~*

    ...Created 2006-07-10 14:42:48

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