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Refer to me as one...  Who knows all about love,  And I'll refer to you as...  An angel from above,  We keep going away from it all so much,  I just wish we could stay as we are...so  Look into my eyes...  And see me as I am...   
You know me as one...  Who loves you everyday,  And I know you as...  The angel that carries me away,  The next time we crosspaths,  We'll stay the way we are...   
You see me as I am...  There's no one else like us,  You see me as I am...  I'm the one you can trust,  We look in each others eyes...  And we see us
Met the right people,  Said the right things.  Did the necessary work.  
Lost his soul.   
But at least he made it.  Many of us won't.
Thicket Of Words   
The thicket is dense, impenetrable  The girl searches and peruses the tendrils and stalks of memory  
The earth is leaf littered with discarded thought  Which wends its way down streams of confusion  Into cascades of neglect  The girl is lost but she has a sharp mind  With which she cuts  The words and images fall away into oblivion  The shimmering voices of the forgotten fading into non-existence  A realization suddenly starts from the undergrowth  disappearing into the cirrostratus of wisdom  The brush echoes to epiphanies and recollections  The flashe
I try to hold back the rain,  
Try to hold back the storm,  
But all I can do is feel the thunder rumble within me  Feel the lightening rage inside  Feel the fury of a brand new day!   
Nightmares are wretched piezes  Of the puzzle of night  Where the moon don't shine  And the stars don't sparkle  Darkness stalks from the center room.   
The things we remember best  Are the horror stories from within;  And the memories we love  Are the dreams we breathed into life.   
Where's this life I thought I knew  Where the moon met the sea  Where the Eastern
I shouldn't have betrayed her   
Staring at another girl's  tight breasts curled  in devil's cotton   
That dungeon of a party  that the iron door wouldn't  let an honest man leave   
The succubus were abundant  
that night, and I was feeling  vulnerable; full of sexual content   
She managed to rattle her  painted claws around my  
Jim Beam   
We drank and left  with the veil of sorrow  trailing, attached to my  former lover   
The day after, we're still in bed  and she walks in   
My heart was dormant  when
I'm alone in the world,  Well at least in my mind,  Words filling my head,  Though they make no sense.   
..Shhh, be still...  Make no sound...  make no motion..  Not in your breath...  not in your eyes...  nothing...  ...Shhhh....   
I don't understand myself,  I don't understand the hurt I feel,  I don't understand my emotion,  I don't understand me.   
..Shhh, be still...  Don't let these strangers,  Even friends... don't let them know,  Don't let them know you hurt...   
Why do I feel so alone,  People are trying to help
Weaker sex,  I scoff at that,  or would you like it,  if I were to bend.   
Your will is great,  but mine defies,  all of your thoughts,  keep telling your lies.   
You once meant something,  now you are a mere memory,  someone I thought I trusted.   
You bonded with me,  the fairer sex,  the weaker sex,  I spit in your face.   
Make a good father,  a husband to boot,  you think you know all,  well I've got news for you.   
Play me again,  and see how far you get.  For I am of the weaker sex,  but my wit is qu
The island is a stem vegetable sowing and the wealth they better listen  Masterpieces of the nest or dilute the souls of frogs  Four nights in a chair end at once  And the chair and pantyhose are lonley  But the collapse of poetry will leave nice soda  
The ceremony will air leafs  
But persuasion is hungry  is it the conjunction or threshold?  Lyrics by the entirety  you will receive a wooden plaque of the poem and hot water  I listen to suggest sand is a commercial city  Poetry is accomplished in brown paper  The city will weep lime tears  Like a bitter umbrella on a sun farm
Latin version:   
matris of mei es vos cado es vos suscitatio vel es vos quietus per vestri eyes patefacio matris of mei amo pluvia vos adveho fragosus down vos attero panton in vos semita. spero is poema reperio optimus vestrum quoniam EGO can't haud ego moris quoniam ego dont tutela super vos ullus magis ego iustus dont sentio uncondisinal diligo quod iam es vos disepointed per choices ut i've no.   
English version:   
mother of mine  are you falling  are you awake  or are you sleeping with your eyes open  mother of mine  like the rain you come crashing down  you destroy everythin
That sparkle in her eye  That quiet anger that seems to gather crowds  As she sits alone, in the cold  Her hands pink from the pressure,  She looks to the ground  As the people just gather.   
Ready to hear the latest verse  That is spun out of control from her mouth  She has it in her veins she has it in her hands  As they are exposed to the cold  She feels it vibrating through her.  And the people continue to concur  To her words and her song.   
She holds memories inside her torn up pocket  She hasn’t had a drink in eleven years  Yet she has inebriate
 
 
Powiedz mi za czym tęsknisz  A spełnię twoje sny  Tell me what you long for  Entrust your dreams with me   
Słyszę, że twe serce łamie się z bólu  No, it's nothing, damare  Uciekasz przed prawdą?  I co dalej?   
Nothing, nothing awaits me  Tak bardzo się mylisz  Poddajesz się, nie wierzysz  Weź kredki i pokoloruj swoje szare dni   
Uwierz  Have faith  Twoja przyszłość zaczyna się w sercu  Will you make my dreams come true?   
 
Himitsu... &nb
Funny jokes  Right to be a friend  Insainly fun to be around  Entertaining to do things with  Nice to me when i'm feeling down  Doing things that are fun
Still on the edge of confusion  Still on the edge of hopelessness  But still i am wishing... still am i hoping   
still as the rain  still as the wind  
still as your breath on my neck   
i'm sitting still  as you tell me the news  i vaguel remember what you said  you must have said that you were leaving  because by the time i responded  i looked over and you were gone   
still on the edge of confusion  still on the edge of hopelessness  but still i am wishing still am i hoping   
still are the leaves  still is the grass on the ground  sti
Happiness is seclusion  
In many a room one and the same;  Each has a bed, a window, a closet  And each protects me,  Shelters my feelings,  Allows me to inhale slowly.   
Of course I cannot forget what is still  
On the other side of that door  But a few moments in seclusion  Gives a break in the chaos  That refreshes the mind,  Suppresses the pain.   
When I return here  
A storm of memories blows through;  A comforting storm  
That soaks the parched earth  
Of my resolve,  Restores the security  
I felt in those previous rooms;  Allows
Phoenix   
The biting anguish of betrayal  Is first overridden by blind love and disbelief.  Shattered like old silk or glass,  Jagged shards of realization embed deep within my heart.  Driven to my knees and gasping for air,  I see truth in retrospect,  And somehow I find my feet.   
Unconsciously I held my breath  Until you knocked it out of me.  All the unspoken words I swallowed,  The bitten tongues that filled me up,  Rushed forth in a flood of bilious rage.  Electrified and anorexic, I breathe  And I breathe again.     The beauty found inside
I wrote a poem the other day.  It was terrible.  
So i peeled all the letters  off the page and choked them one by  one until they stopped breathing and the  air got really silent.  
Then I turned on this old jazz  
record that I found at a garage sale for just under  2 full canadian dollars,  
and I let dirty wet jazz soak my carpet and my face and my neck and my arms and my chest and my legs and my feet.  I tore up a sheet of paper that used to have a poem on it the other day.  It was terrible.
Searing flame of destruction  It ends all function  plants are gone  So i write this song  On a broken piece  of what is left  of peace  Savagery destiny  is this mankind?  Whats wrong the mind?  Why cant we sign  why cant we resign  To peace  Al thats left is a piece  of what was once there  All i can do is stare  at the searing flame  of destruction
Waking up is not a chore  Throw on some clothes and go.  Man, school is a major bore  Smoke some pot,  See what we got,  A war we don't even know.   
Where is Vietnam man..  This is not love or peace.  A girl swaying to the beat  Flower child, O so sweet.   
Take up our signs and scream,  Flash that signal to feel deep.  Families torn and people cry  Come escape and get high  Not feeling anything lets forget  Flying like Lucy in the Sky.   
The colors swirling against dark skin,  Shouting out about oppression  This continuing wide spread o
W pierwszomajowym rozkwicie bzu  doszukujemy się oznak  nadchodzącego lata  w połysku i soczystości liści  zgadujemy prognozę  na najbliższe miesiące  by zaplanować wolny czas.   
Maj – miesiąc życia  
burze zapachu  nadmiar kolorów  
uderza w nas  na chwilę przytłumiając wszystkie zmysły.   
Gdyby tak utonąć w tej wiośnie  w tym lecie  w tych konwaliach i jaśminie  i zawrzeć w słowach kilku  to co  dziś czujemy.   
It is time to make another choice.  It is time to make another choice where it all counts.  It is time to make another choice where it all counts and the consequences.  It is time to make another choice where it all counts and the consequences, they break open the seals.  It is time to make another choice where it all counts and the consequences, they break open the seals so that revelation might be unleashed.   
At last.
What a beautiful day  All the children go outside to play  They rustle the leaves  And shout with pleasure in the breeze  The Sun pierces through a cloud  Unvieling the field from it's shroud  From the branches robins tweet  Bees buzzing near the ground ensure a treat  But I'm not happy  I don't enjoy it  Not the sun, not the breeze, not the birds nor the leaves  For my heart  And my soul  My mind  And my life  They are taken
I’m sorry we’re fading.  I’m sorry we’re drifting.  I’m sorry we’re going.  But most of all;  I’m sorry we couldn’t have forgotten each other sooner.   
I try to make you laugh.  I try to make you smile;  Even if it’s just for a little while.  And when you don’t;  It really, really sucks.   
We’ve left each other now.   
Now I hate the way you laugh.  I hate the way you smile.  I hate the way you look at me;  Like I’m the one on trial.  But I’m being what I wanna be.  And what I wanna

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