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Posted: 4/1/2006 6:19:02 AM | Some more song lyrics for you guy's and gals.
Disturbed - Guarded
Guarding yourself from the love of another
Left you with nothing tonight
Why does it sound like the devil is laughing
Leaving me haunted tonight
You did decide
Now I want you, when you're gone, and now it's like
You're holding something just in front of me
Well then, I can't allow this to become another
One of those times that I'm left in the cold, dead
There's no compromise
Just another tie
I know I need to sever
Guarding yourself from the love of another
Left you with nothing tonight
Why does it sound like the devil is laughing
Leaving me haunted tonight
You did decide
Ever haunted, by the trappings of this life
Sweet redemption, just in front of me
Well now, it seems once again that I've lost another
One of the one's that have broke through the wall
Damned
Fate won't compromise
I have sold my soul,
And now the devil's laughing
You did decide
You were bold and strong, and ready to begin your life
All for nothing, you were sacrificed
You began alone, and so it will be when you die
All for nothing, will you be remembered?
You did decide
Guarding yourself from the love of another
Left you with nothing tonight
So now you know why the devil is laughing
He left you with nothing tonight
You did decide
More to come. | |
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Posted: 4/15/2006 7:13:28 PM | Sorry about the lengthy gap in writing but man I am so busy at work, anyways I have to let some out so freelance time,
The Book Of Endless Pain - By Rene
Golden besieger of hearts,
Right there as my fun starts,
Never even flinch as if you don't see,
Ignore as I am some kind of freak,
Never question or ask as I should,
Why now you forget all understood,
Wanting wishing to walk away,
And close the book of endless pain,
Given to me one day unknowing,
As I heard the phone ring,
Kicked in the face,
Tired of consoling,
When the time comes down,
Could I let what I need to say out,
Even though it wouldn't feel right,
To bitc! slap you with my pride,
One day when dust settles,
Beginnings of times with no rebels,
Fluid motion will consume,
And in my mind will be no more room.
More soon hopefully, ............. | |
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Posted: 4/25/2006 5:31:20 PM | New Management – by Rene
Diluted drinking the pain of my mind,
Awaking shaking traveling through time,
Scarred battered jilted drawing the line,
I will,
I won't,
I have to... or do I?
Fighting the battle of my own path,
Struggling to ignore the ones who laugh,
Suspect they , them , the corporate backlash,
Piercing the tissue of life's fabric,
Tearing away, eating you,
Drones of production all that remain.
Again sorry for the lenght in between enjoy, back soon............ | |
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Posted: 4/30/2006 11:07:16 AM | Coded - By Rene
Lifting the bony scarred hand,
To find and grasp the space,
Unto the reliance of hatred,
Chilling and burning in one,
Colorless existence of dominance,
Polling for contest and prejudice,
The strong belittle the weak,
Money and profit motivate,
Destroying all life underfoot,
Pillage the earthen base,
The future held as nothing,
Placid thought overwhelms,
Mechanized shadows of death,
Creeping and walking in silence,
Skulking through your area next,
To number and count all.
Back again soon.... | |
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Posted: 5/10/2006 3:59:02 PM | Indiscriminate discrimination – By Rene
Grumbling in the midst of chaotic blackness,
This is where my mind rests,
Dissension and anger igniting the fire within me,
Realizing it may all be a vivid fantasy,
Lines in my face, from anger and rage,
Caught so close to last, feel irate,
Wonder if anyone will even remember my name,
Slip and fall on the the way through the game,
Anger having to far a reach, debilitating speech,
Ruin my chance at life even sanity some preach,
Life's unruly lessons running lose and flooding fast,
Closing the gate that son of a *itch laughs.
Back soon......... | |
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| Poetry
Posted: 5/10/2006 6:42:28 PM | My poetry is messy..but I try. Here is one I wrote last night.
Beautiful night
I know you........
You're creepin into room
Dressed in your cosmic blues
You don't prefer me to acknowledge you
You want to see me in the dark
Your moonlight kiss will rest upon my cheek
and you will still remain a mystery
I feel as good on you as you on me
But tonight, you'll drift within my dream again
And you're not ready to reveal yourself
I will not know the hour you come in
But you'll leave your kiss again, for when I wake
And I'll be quiet now, just for your sake
and I'll pretend we didn't share the night
While I drift to the stillness of the morning
I've got nothing great to give you, but an open door
and through my soul you know
I can feel you speak to me
I'll know so much more that what you'll have me see
So for now I'll have you in a world within our own..... | |
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Posted: 5/11/2006 12:33:39 AM | Night song sings when we come together
Notes of passion brilliant and breathless
Follow me into our song of familiar rhythm
Heady with eloquent moans and rustling linens
Fiery our souls
Melodic pleas and whispers of pleasure
Palpable tunes that only we can hear
Nothing ever need be said no lyrics sung
Endlessly he wants passion that she needs
Fiery our souls | |
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Posted: 5/11/2006 4:53:53 PM | Thanks for the great additions, I would like to post a song that really has my attention right now.
Ill Nino - Letting Go
I still hear my voice
It's calling in my head
But if I had only one choice
I'd leave it left unsaid
Unsaid
I try to reach you but my senses got so blurry
And I, try to teach you but my words come out so muddied
And I, if there's one thing that I should let you know
It's go away
But I keep fighting and I'm finding your injustice
It's just killing me (killing you)
I cannot breathe
Just let me go (killing me)
Or this will break me
My inner voices
Are part of my disease
'Cause it's pushing me to hurt you
But killing you is just killing me
If I can't have you and the dreams you put inside my head
I would not leave you but I keep you here until our death
You think it's over, there's a gun in my head full of lead
I want to use it but I can't abuse it and that's why
It's just killing me (killing you)
I cannot breathe
Just let me go (killing me)
Or this will break me
My inner voices
Are part of my disease
'Cause it's pushing me to hurt you
But killing you is just killing me
What are you waiting for?
You will never get away
What are you waiting for?
You will not get away
What are you waiting for?
You will never get away
What are you waiting for?
You will not get away
(Unsaid)
My inner voices
Are part of my disease
'Cause it's pushing me to hurt you
But killing you is just killing me
'Cause killing you is killing me.
Till later.......... | |
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Posted: 5/14/2006 4:36:53 AM | First I'd Like to say Happy Mothers day to all you beautiful and hardworking mothers.
Second, awesome over 1000 views, thought it would never get that many,
Anyways got a song to post today,
10 Years - Wasteland
Change my attempt good intentions
Crouched over
You were not there
Living in fear
But signs were not really that scarce
Obvious tears
But I will not
Hide you through this
I want you to help
And please see
The bleeding heart perched on my shirt
Die, withdraw
Hide in cold sweat
Quivering lips
Ignore remorse
Naming a kid, living wasteland
This time you've tried
All that you can turning you red
Change my attempt good intentions
Should I, could I
Here we are with your obsession
Should I, could I
Crowned hopeless
The article read living wasteland
This time you've tried
All that you can turning you red
but I will not
Hide you through this
I want you to help
Change my attempt good intentions
Should I, could I
Here we are with your obsession
Should I, could I
Heave the silver hollow sliver
Piercing through another victim
Turn and tremble be judgmental
Ignorant to all the symbols
Blind the face with beauty paste
Eventually you'll one day know
Change my attempt good intentions
Limbs tied, skin tight
Self inflicted his perdition
Should I, could I
Change my attempt good intentions
Should I, could I
Enjoy........................ | |
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Posted: 5/14/2006 7:31:50 AM | felt like jumping in here today..just reflecting on life while looking in my mirror one morning...lol
Time reflected in my mirror,
Shows the years gone by.
Reflections of my yesterdays,
Time on wings does fly.
Many faces I have worn,
With photos to recall.
Memories held within my heart,
They hang upon the wall.
There are things I've yet to do,
And places I shall go.
Empty scrapbooks waiting there,
With pictures yet to show.
Mirror Mirrror on the wall,
Is destiny my own?
Surrounded by the life created,
From the seeds I've sown.
What door should I open now?
Which key will unlock?
Secrets that my mirror holds,
Beside the mantle clock.
thats an old one from 09..11..2000 | |
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Posted: 5/17/2006 3:57:27 PM | Thank you for that Sue. I'm gonna go raw again here so.....
Raw - By Rene
Mistakes made, lessons learned,
Broken hearts still long and yearn,
Tragic and overemphasized,
Hiding behind all of your lies,
Life's the same,
Kicking and writhing in pain,
The unspoken word,
The trouble it stirred,
Bothered and complacent,
Just feel adjacent,
Beside myself peering in,
To the life I "lived" within,
Brought to the border,
Banking, dodging the boulder,
Struggling the weight shouldered,
Thinking "this is it I've folded".
There you go enjoy....... | |
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Posted: 5/20/2006 12:41:31 PM | Long weekend, groovy!
Untitled - By Rene
Grievous chivalry,
Demonic belittling,
Hallucinate reciprocate,
Denounce the predicate,
Utilize the wrought,
The decadence a plot,
Theory's of grandeur consume,
Elevation to a place of glorified doom,
Allow "them" to tell,
Restrict the foreboding spell,
Giving in to the remorse,
Veering and swerving never on course.
Back soon....... | |
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Posted: 5/20/2006 10:30:46 PM | friendship
tho i love my family every one
and hod them all so dear
each have gone thier seperate ways
but a nieghbour is always near
so my neighbours know me better
than my family does, you bet.
and strangers are better still
they are friens i haven't met
as i travel down the road
through the neibourhood of life,
i glance in the windows of homes
filled with happiness and strife.
i wonder which friend lives there
what kind of life he's had
and if i stopped and said "hello"
would they think me rather mad
or would the door be opened wide
and bid me in for tea.
i'd learn about a new friend
and tell them about me
we would share a smile, a laugh awhile
and when i left the door,
we would be so much richerthan ever we were before
for it's not material things
we speak of with such pride.
it's friends we've known and
warmth we felt,
that comes from deep inside.
i haven't much to offer
but a friend i'll always be,
so if you see me passing
invite me in to tea. | |
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Posted: 5/22/2006 6:10:58 AM | Thank you for the uplifting poem. On a more sour note however life is a twisted ride through the jagged blades of torment and torture and I am blown away how shitty it can get so here is a poem to strengthen that thought lol.
Self Pity - By Rene
The aching neck,
The quaking hand,
A well used battered shell,
All that remains of this man,
Smile through the shit,
Realize why I walked away from it,
Disgust and anger rage then subside,
My own fault believing the lie,
Why can I now laugh,
I still have no strings,
Just the emotional ties to sever,
Give me a reason to seek better,
One day they say,
On this earth all get their chance,
To have “happiness” for a bit,
But if your not careful,
You'll be to distracted,
Your eyes closed to good,
Focused on the backwards plan,
While walking right past destiny.
Till later........... | |
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Posted: 5/22/2006 9:30:32 PM | She is My Mother
She is my mother. .
she is my best friend.
We'll always be together,
I will love her to the end.
She would do anything for me,
when I need her, she is always around.
When God chose her for me,
He gave me the best angel He could have found.
She was my teacher,
she taught me what was right.
And she sat and rocked me,
when I got sick at night.
I wouldn't take anything for her,
she is the center of my world.
Of all of the precious jewels,
she is a beautiful pearl. | |
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Posted: 5/23/2006 3:45:32 PM | Thanks for another addition.
I wrote this for someone I think is just so stunningly beautiful I was inspired,
Sculptures of Ice – By Rene
Brilliant shades of white through to blue,
Icy rainbow of beauty unruly breathtaking,
Never infatuated interested maybe captivated,
Cries of sadness for forbidden fruit,
Fully pacified for the moment,
Planetary discomfort to consume,
Clouded jubilee of melancholy,
This life within we occupy,
Tides turn with the icy moon in the sky.
Back soon........ | |
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Posted: 5/27/2006 1:31:58 PM | I thought I'd post a song I like to crank up when I'm stressed out, here you go,
Ill Nino - Have you ever felt?
Sometimes I feel like the world is looking over my shoulder
I don't know why but I feel my patience getting shorter
I don't want to know
I don't want to feel
I don't want to be
I don't want to sound crazy
I don't want to sound insane
But I can't take the pressure
Have you ever felt the same?
Like you just need to run away
I don't want to sound insane
But I can't take the pressure
Have you ever felt the same?
Like you just need to run away
Away
The tension builds but I feel the walls are getting thicker
And then I still make believe that I am feeling better
I don't want to know
I don't want to feel
I don't want to be
I don't want to sound crazy
I don't want to sound insane
But I can't take the pressure
Have you ever felt the same?
Like you just need to run away
I don't want to sound insane
But I can't take the pressure
Have you ever felt the same?
Like you just need to run away
Away
I don't want to sound insane
But I can't take the pressure
Have you ever felt the same?
Like you just need to run away
I don't want to sound insane
But I can't take the pressure
Have you ever felt the same?
Like you just need to run away
Till later........... | |
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Posted: 5/28/2006 6:38:21 AM | Lol this is a kinda weird one I just wrote enjoy............
Expletive Deleted - Rene
Playful anxiety gnawing today,
Shredding and tearing away,
Heart pounding in my chest,
Unable to relax, on a day of rest,
Realizing beauty in so many forms,
Poisonous petals and sharp thorns,
Hidden under the budding blossom,
Beating around the bush playing possum,
Bipolar thoughts of disarray,
Claiming the beauty of this day,
Caught in the sunshine, one single beam,
Of hope I realized left inside of me.
Till later...... | |
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| Net Inspired Poetry!....only for the silly
Posted: 5/28/2006 7:47:00 AM | Soul Message
It was a regular morning, nothing new to report
on the day that I met my sinister cohort.
He appeared as a vision and slid by my computer;
you couldn't imagine a more delectable suitor.
He said he could make me more popular than god,
deliver tons of friends, hey, that was his job.
He'd stay with me, he was there to consult.
I said, "I hate to be rude, but it sounds like a cult".
He told me my quest and the name of the game,
he said that "messaging" would render me fame.
It wouldn't cost a thing, not even a dime,
all he needed at first, was a fraction of time. ;^}
"Oh really" I said, "How much time do you need?"
"The first installment he said, "was my first daily feed."
"My breakfast" I gasped, "that important first meal?"
Oh who cares, what the heck, I said "It's a deal!"
Hey, it was great, my popularity did abound.
I had gained lots of friends, and lost a few pounds.
But my companion grew hungry, he needed more.
He requested more time to settle the score.
I relinquished my job, my parents, my phone,
my baths, my hygiene, I would not be alone!
My messaging friends, they had to thrive.
They numbered one thousand, one hundred and five!
My personal time grew shorter and shorter,
my health was fading, my life had no order.
My eyes were bugged out, I never could sleep...
I couldn't get out, I had sunk way too deep.
The stakes now were doubled, and I had to lie.
I revealed in a post to one eager young guy,
I resembled Cindy Crawford, yeah, that was the truth!
I then turned to the side, and spat out a tooth!
This resembled the game in the garden of Eden,
I could not endure, I pleaded for freedom.
I turned from a woman to a dos shell of myself.
I turned towards my Adonis, he turned into an elf.
Oh, the elf wore a sneer, the most wicked of grins.
He spat at my face screaming "excess is a sin!"
He tossed me a blindfold and a last cigarette
saying "So tell me STUPID, did ya get the MESSAGE YET?
Quasimodem | |
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| Net Inspired Poetry!....only for the silly
Posted: 5/28/2006 8:49:47 AM | I haven't come up with a name for this one yet but here goes.
As I struggle with
the helm of my boat
I fear I cannot
keep my ship afloat
the pounding waves
the raging sea
this storm is unending
I may never be free
the boat groans loudly
from a crashing wave
thoughts fill my head
of a watery grave
I'm tossed about
I can barely stand
please someone tell me
will I ever see land
weary and haggard
my strength nearly done
daylight is coming
but the gale has won
unable to fight
I slump to the floor
scream out in terror
thats it no more
as dawn slowly creeps
across the battered sky
the sun beats back clouds
my spirits are raised high
the winds now a whisper
the ocean is calm
the sun overhead
on my soul is a balm
and out of this night
all I can derive
my ship is sound
I am still alive | |
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| Net Inspired Poetry!....only for the silly
Posted: 5/28/2006 8:53:19 AM | here's another one called SOBRIETY
five buck a glass
does anyone think
that this is truly
the price of a drink
the price of that drink
my fated young friend
can only spell out
a long miserable end
but out of the darkness
comes a ray of light
we can put down the drink
and end our plight
but never think
you can do it alone
for in a meeting
we begin to atone
and as our bodies
and minds start to heal
we find to our shock
sobriety has appeal | |
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Posted: 5/28/2006 9:02:18 PM | Schizophrenic’s Lament
So many kisses and so many caresses come rushing back to me when I say the name of the one who came and took my heart away.
So many hours I count as ours are near and dear to the name of the one who came and took my heart away.
So many a word can make echoes be heard when the phrase that replays is that of the one who is near and dear to me.
So many tears cried in so many mirrors fall shamelessly down as I blamelessly drown in the days that she made love to me. | |
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| Please someone read this!
Posted: 5/28/2006 9:06:28 PM | "To Love the Night"
Steady hold the sun, clouds,
For His the day is short.
But for the successive dawning,
The approaching night's morning
Would mourn the day
And the day'd console the evening
But alas, the prospect's reflexive,
And the morn' will come.
And the morn' will pass.
And a day anew will smile at our meeting
Greeting,
As we wave at hello and goodbye,
The sun kisses the horizon twice
Both times prismatically brillant.
We shall greet and part again and again
Knowing our meeting will come a 'morrow,
And our parting just as soon.
Finding,
Just as we find each other at daybreak,
The sun finds rest at nightfall
And we lose each other in the darkness.
And we mourn the days concession earlier and earlier;
As the coming night,
Until finally we foresee the approaching dusk at the dawn
And lament the passing day
But hold the day close my love.
Find it warm and bright.
Reminisce in the daytime gaiety
Well through the coming night.
And we'll acclaim each others absents;
As the coming of our meeting.
And you'll learn to love my shadow;
When I'm beyond your reaching. | |
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Posted: 5/29/2006 5:56:01 PM | First and foremost thanks for all the additions,
Then I'd like too add my new one.....
Shoehorn – By Rene
Past, present, collide again,
Deja vu, or psychic, neither my friend,
Repertoire of indisposition leisure lessened,
Faces and voices once forgotten,
Thoughts and memories never begotten,
Living and dying always for nothing,
Give me strength to do what others refuse,
Simply to be the headline in the news,
Proving your loyalty to yourself, you lose,
Confronting anger has no remorse,
Don't kid yourself, your life, never on course,
So that is how it feels to live as a shoehorn .
Enjoy............. | |
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| Poetry
Posted: 5/31/2006 8:42:34 PM | A Visit To The Halls
05/01/03
Last night, sleep eluded me, and I stared at four bare walls.
So I let my mind take me away to visit Haggard's Halls.
I knew the paths that I must take, our friend, Paul, showed us the way.
And I knew the risks of going there, and so I knelt to pray.
I prayed the Lord to let me live, and to bring to you this tale.
Then I stood before the great Hall's doors, the moon was cold and pale.
Inside, I heard such cries of pain, and shrieks from untold maimed.
And, from within, I heard a voice that was calling out my name.
The smell of blood and butchery was heavy on the air.
Dare I take the chance, and go inside, knowing well how I might fare?
The Hall's doors slowly opened wide and I peered into the haze.
Then the keeper of this torture pit chanced to fall within my gaze.
No mortal man; So tall, so pale, with eyes as black as sin.
He howled with glee, and beckoned me; "Well, Robert. Please step in".
Inside I saw the cold, dank walls, adorned with hooks and chains.
And heard the cries of endless souls enduring endless pains.
Rats and spiders everywhere, and bloodstains on the stones.
And in every room within these Halls, were piles of human bones.
The cries and moans that filled the air, from victims not yet dead.
Froze my mind, and filled my heart and soul with awful dread.
I wished to run; I couldn't move, I was held by evil's power.
And I knew that I would forfeit life, and be damned within the hour.
Then, suddenly; I was awake, and shivering in my bed.
The cries of all those tortured souls still ringing in my head.
But; This was no dream; For I was there, inside those hateful Halls.
And I can tell you, stone by stone, the contours of the walls.
Now I lie here, and shake with fear: There's good reason for my fright.
The dreadful things I witnessed there, have turned my dark hair white!
So, stay away, and save your souls, I warn you, one and all.
I played the fool, and now I pay. Lord, I wish I'd heeded Paul.
So let Haggard's Halls, and our friend Paul, those gruesome secrets keep.
But; Woe is me, I'm oh, so tired;
Yet.. too.. afraid.. to.. sleep. | |
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