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word_son

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First Line, Last Line Posted: 10/9/2006 12:55:04 PM
Who you can trust your feelings with Shot down raining days, The sunshines bliss Is peaking around the clouds to light her face. And Im sure you'd say "trust me dear" And so courageous you'd fight, a modest fear But still Ill never tell you, how I feel. What girl is this, that strikes you down Without a word, nor a saddening frown When just her presence could turn you astray. Its locked deep inside a midnight rift That comes to tune, with a cloudless drift. But never accompanies words.

word_son

Joined: 4/15/2005

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And the wind whispered in the breeze... Posted: 10/9/2006 12:42:48 PM
its been a while.... "Autumn" Walking like its winter, through the city streets Just watching as the pretty girls, walk their beat With smiles, that dont mean a thing Makeup masking frowns that they just can't hide When their trying to hold it down till they get inside And the darkness covers the day. -And it eats her away. Hiding from the past like a picture in the dining hall Of a tired and worn out building thats about to fall. And every brick clutches on till the end. Each with silhouettes that fall astray Numbed from the tension of looking back each day You try, but you can't see their face. -Just old black silk, and retired lace. So they sit alone and let themselves wonder why All the prettiness seems such a bitter lullaby That never, ever puts them to sleep at night. Its still just a waning evening tune Cause they'll never be as beautiful as the Autumn moon. Which lights their way home, each night. -constantly conceeding to the exact same fight.

word_son

Joined: 4/15/2005

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And the wind whispered in the breeze... Posted: 9/16/2005 8:30:16 AM
A thousand spiders spin webs in my head The pressure surrmounts and pushes at my ears. I can't hear anthing more than the creak of my bed As I lay there in angst and consider these years. What of the formative times, when I grew with the trend Bending forth and back again to meet each demand Perhaps I could've been better, but the conformists intend To lay each resigning pedal in the palm of my hand And for so long- I would not have it. However, now I am the resigned, my vision impaired Each of my aspiration has been put to the noose For so many years all the great impositions declared By me, are now whats pulling strand of integrity loose. We all have our place, how could I have thought ill of the worldly ways that we've sanctioned so long Brass bands only trumpet from the top of the hill If their playing the compound tunes to a corporate song. And for so long- I would not have it. Half way down the street, at carfrea I do believe I ruined my chances at ever breaching the cell My place was predestined, Theres no light to decieve We are the decieved in believing that noone can tell. And now, It's all I have.

word_son

Joined: 4/15/2005

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And the wind whispered in the breeze... Posted: 9/11/2005 11:20:34 AM
Written on a Tombstone You have hallowed my security What was once so sincerely sacred Has been cost to your new age purity. There is no more horizons of rosy red Nor quiet remembrance of the long lost dead. In thick clouds did the great wars Bring abrupt ends to respect. Your told when to show remorse now In the same we prayed each night at our bed. A ghost ship surveys the horizon It smokes its billows until thats all you see. A hazy Thames is what your disguising With dams and beauty's broken integrity. And the captain tells them to float out to sea Uncanny clouds alter the facts They used to strive to remember the past. Tomb stones have fallen and fallen reminders Have wagered that we'll never be free.

word_son

Joined: 4/15/2005

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word Posted: 8/23/2005 4:27:58 PM
As I recall it. Slipping through the cracks of another mid day daze Lost in a stale reality and bidding the ghosts of boring plays. Whoever thought in childhood they’d find their mind so Lost amidst its gaze, but what seems gone is always there Ever to be changing in its ways. Coming to another stop and wonder what they’ll think The horsemen of the Cheswick trail oft bring you to the brink. A churning sky of calming storms which never drop a drip for For ships to sink, what way is that that brings me back Each time I make the link. It’s the way acoustics sound, while your looking at old pictures Like an autumn breeze so brisk and clean that rustles summer fixtures. The skeletons we hid away, and promised to release onto a Summer texture, have broken late and sealed their fate They mingle in the mixture. The smell of goblins, furry tales, leafs and damp remorse But in the depths a sunny death, is all part of the course. Lovely blues, dark and grey cascade against a cold but warmer Setting force, the cinnamon smell of the chimney dwell As I watch the horizon touch tree forts.

word_son

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word Posted: 8/22/2005 5:14:59 PM
(editted version) I have Ghosts It’s my revolution, but I’ll keep it quite I know you like your peace When you watch your war time gossip And remember the past you can’t release I remember lectures on dish soap And the face cloth overture I can’t remember why I lost hope I only know you weren’t the cure Break it down, to the last remain Tries to see if he can’t regain. Everything that’s gone. You know?...... Now that I know I can’t please him I get lost in the years I tried My outside never flinched But on the inside how I’ve cried I really don’t think I’ll miss you I’m going miles away. But each night I’ll have the troubles And the hateful things you’d say. It really doesn’t make you a father For the roof over my head You’ve left me lost and angry Fighting the ghosts above my bed. Each night I tried to get lost In a world that’s all my own But you never wanted any part You know, you had a better son. You may have lived in the same house As me, or so you say But it was only ever my home Until my child hood slipped away I see it in your eyes, every time you look at me I’m not what you had wanted And you just can’t let that be. I commend you for your brave front It must be terrible now and then When you have to pretend you like me Show the family you’re my friend. Don’t worry I won’t tell them The truth will stay untold. But remember it was you that lost me I really tried to keep my hold. I’ll never pretend that you’re my hero Or that I want to be like you Because even if your my father There’s still too much you never knew And I swear I don’t care if you like me But the hardest ghost to fend Of all the disdain I have for you I still wish I knew you in the end.

word_son

Joined: 4/15/2005

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word Posted: 8/22/2005 4:40:31 PM
I have Ghosts Now that I know I can’t please him I get lost in the years I tried My outside never flinched But on the inside how I’ve cried I really don’t think I’ll miss you I’m going miles away. But each night I’ll have the troubles And the hateful things you’d say. It really doesn’t make you a father For the roof over my head You’ve left me lost and angry Fighting the ghosts above my bed. Each night I tried to get lost In a world that’s all my own But you never wanted any part You know, you had a better son. You may have lived in the same house As me, or so you say But it was only ever my home Until my child hood slipped away I see it in your eyes, every time you look at me I’m not what you had wanted And you just can’t let that be. I commend you for your brave front It must be terrible now and then When you have to pretend you like me Show the family you’re my friend. Don’t worry I won’t tell them The truth will stay untold. But remember it was you that lost me I tried to keep my hold. Ill never pretend that you’re my hero Or that I want to be like you Because even if your my father There’s still too much you never knew And I swear I don’t care if you like me But the hardest ghost to fend Of all the disdain I have for you I still wish I knew you in the end.

word_son

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word Posted: 8/21/2005 4:33:25 PM
Flying to Madrid When parents hide their kids inside So they don’t die of fear. Sweet genocide evades the eye And never meets the ear. Little children swing away But Daisy’s lost her grip. She blows amidst a gentle wind And ties her shoes slip. She looks back up and all is gone Blue settlements to strip No child should fear the sound of dawn Or calm a trembling lip. (not complete)

word_son

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REALITY, who knows what it is? Posted: 8/15/2005 1:01:24 PM
reality drives people insane, it brings them together, pulls them apart and acts as the underlining for the even greater question as to- what is life?. Reality is essentially the unconscious consciousness that we are all just as insecure as the next. And it is "our" reality that either allows us to understand that or to bypass it and continue to live out our lives without ever actually digging deep into the depths of what reality is to you. But intrinsically we all live the same reality. Reality is what we are in our barest form. We are humans, we are living organisms that have to go through the same cycle of life as any other. The difference being that we have sugar coated all of this with one wonderful and consuming word- "life". Reality isnt waking up in the morning and having eggs and toast for breakfast, in fact reality has nothing to do with our everyday lives. Reality is the mindset that we all subconciously understand exists, but ignore because if we did actually take it into consideration we would run the risk of digging too deep and loosing touch with our own. But rest assured. Reality doesnt change, regardless of how deep you dig and how close to the brink of sanity it brings you, it will always take you back to who you were before you ever even began to consider it. This is where the insecurity comes in though, and also where we run the risk of considering a little too deep as to what reality is. It leaves you blurry eyed, and stutter stuck, you cant speak, but your mind is thrashing with ideas. You grasp one of them and it explodes into a wonderful expanded version which you understand but cannot explain to any other person, because it is only yours. Your afraid to tell anyone because they may think you a little obsurd. But its so clear, and so concise that there is really no way its wrong. Unfortunately your mouth doesnt open and you delve a little deeper. Picking apart the intricacy's of everyone around you, you realize who is who and how everyone is essentially the same in thought but different in presentation. You have those who apparently dont care about what people think, but yet have to put at their forefront a person lacking emotion in order to prove this. If they dont care, why should they have to prove it. Noone is who they seem because everyone is just like you. This leads you to consider who you are in comparison. Even though youve already concluded you are the same as anyone else, you feel that self realization will concrete that belief for you. Unfortunately in order to do this you have to ask many intimate questions about yourself. And this is not pertaining to emotionally intimate questions- rather mentally intimate. Such as who you are, and how you became who you are. Spirilling downwards (or so it seems at least) you have to pick yourself apart and its terrifying. Noticing everyone around you seemingly having a good time, you try as hard as you can to do the same but the same question keeps popping up. Who am I? You've now cascaded into a deeper place and the only way out is to go full circle and figure out who are- because if you dont...that question will haunt you for the rest of your life and the answer as to what reality is will remain a mystery (at least thats how I see it). You begin to wonder if who you think you are is really who you are? what if the person you've become isnt who you were supposed to be? What if you had of done something different, what if you had of met other poeple? Why does everyone else seem so much more secure at that time? Perhaps they have chosen to bypass the actual understanding of reality and are truly happy just not worrying about it? or perhaps they have a better presentation than you do? the latter is most likely correct. Everyone does something because they are insecure about another. Its the classic alpha male scenario, the one who has to be at the top is the one who is most afraid of being at the bottom. These are the ones who appear to be entirely as ease with themselves, but are most likely terrified of ever being considered anything less than "the leader"(and are by far the most insecure I think). And likewise down the ladder to the ones who portray a presentation that screams of insecurity- its just a matter of figuring out what that is. However Back to figuring out who you are in comparison because this leads full circle to your understanding of what reality is. It always begins with terrifying results, you have more and more reason to believe you are not who you wanted, or are supposed to be. You have not become what everything in your life appears it should have equalled (or so you think). Then you start to level out and fight back or you loose grip entirely (the former is the far better path to take). You dig even deeper into your past realizations, and the more you dig the more you realize that in fact everything that has happened has lead right up until this moment. you begin to pick apart other questions now that you had pretended to forget due to sheer horror of the outcome- and it all works out the same. You have not fallen off course as a matter of fact, your right there. You are only what the summation of everything you've accumulated over the course of time has made you. This does not lead you to becoming the ever revered "completely secure individual", because that does not exist. But it allows you to come to terms with that fact that you are insecure about something, and so is everyone else. And after engaging this whirlwind venture you come out of it with an even greater understanding of just how closely knit reality and the mindset can be. But also how far apart they are. Reality is something you cant escape. Because when you try it bites you hard in the ass. Life is everything that man has "made" it. That being love, friendship, food with flavour, work, play, religion and so forth down the scale of ever important aspects of our daily life. Reality however is the backdrop for all of this. reality is chocolate before you add the suger. Life is the sugar.

word_son

Joined: 4/15/2005

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A Worthy Endeavor Posted: 8/14/2005 11:00:40 PM
reading that actually sent a chill down my back.... dah- i knew i dropped that freezy... nevermind what an incredibly sad lady.... not you mama cita jackson- very good writes.

word_son

Joined: 4/15/2005

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The Glass Cliff Quiz Posted: 8/14/2005 10:46:22 PM
she doesnt fear death, because intrinsically she knows she is and always will be a part of her own eternity- through whatever means that is. Yet despite this very lively appraoch to the situation she wants to feel even more alive, she wants to know shes living, and not just a bag of bones without sense or reason. She is laying herself on a very brittle edge that will define what she becomes, or what becomes of her. simple terms though she clearly accepts death and has the wonderful inclination that she will will surivive it and carry on into eternity, shes not done living and longs for more. any good?

word_son

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word Posted: 8/14/2005 6:43:14 PM
Night Time Owen Saw his face twitch under the light Recanting internet ghosts From the previous night Sit still. Night time Owen’s got the time But he doesn’t look Because he knows it’s a crime On clock. Stocking refills for the drones All the malls rats, the big hats And little toy clones Until break. Watching the smoke rise above His menial standing When push came to shove He fell. Rainy street’s become retreats Each drop sets him free From those brown and orange seats Plastic recline. Walks right by All the ball room bashing And fun that he sees Growing week in the knees Because he’s getting no younger And the pain and the hunger To survive Eats him alive. Seeking more internet reprieve Sealing his unflappable faith In the white screen to grieve His loss.

word_son

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word Posted: 8/9/2005 4:15:23 PM
wow cats- lots of emotion love it great write!

word_son

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word Posted: 8/9/2005 1:51:30 PM
Charcoal Black Wall Think of me I will Don’t ever let us go I won’t Be careful I promise Stop What? Please come back home…. I was just a little boy. Playing with innocence and joy Then they took it away and made me a man Green paint peaks through the door, border walls reach to the floor Sketchbooks sit and models collect dust. Can you see the pain you cause, tears and blood pour out because Liberty you say comes at a cost. I’m proud of you son Thanks dad Give me a hug I’ll miss you I know Don’t cry dad Remember when you were young? Always Bye dad…. Bye son…. I had to look into their eyes. The pain, the fear, the blackened skies A swing set rings, but children don’t exist. Charcoal and cinder sweat, what they brought is what they’ll get The ground is charred, and I don’t think guns will heal. Walking back to say farewell, I found you felt you had to dwell On empty soccer fields that once brought joy Come here I love you I love you too I promise I'll come back I wish you weren’t going I’ll be back Promise? Yes Okay Come here I love you I know Goodbye… Bye… Stop What? Please come back home…. Seeing black skies limber past, they say the bombing just can’t last I remember holding you and singing songs. Even in the early years, I held your hand and eased your tears. Baseball bats and ball caps decay each day Someone killed my brother today, I don’t know who but I heard them say “I got another one” then wipe their brow. Look into his empty eyes, my killing gear is a lame disguise I’d give the world be back where I was. You must fight Yes They are the enemy Yes We cannot lose Yes To die for your country is an honour Yes Have we learned nothing? Yes… They say we’re hiding weapons here, caring less and less each year I’m surrounded by houses, but none of them are home. Clutching a gun to save my life, each bullet is another knife Ripping family portraits at the heart. They come from far and wide, the west to tame the eastern tide They fight me because I love my country too.

word_son

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word Posted: 8/8/2005 3:17:47 PM
Pawn Shop Gospel I speak the pawn shop gospel You dont like me, its okay because I dont care. Skid row has become my native tongue And the question as to what colour the sky is Changes from day to day Or is it what sky the colour is? Immersed in white dreads, and all natural teas Your sitting with your legs crossed and calling it yoga I used to do that And they'd play the piano all the while. its odd though you know? Cause I couldnt tell you how to do it now. Supposed impositions on society's based On the fact I'd sell my soul for another I just want a taste.... You are of the frat house gestapo Roaming the streets looking for a victim Long snouts and course whiskers frighten the weaker But deep in the depths of a municiple forest You cant find us, for we are the thrift store elite What is brand, in comparison to weight A dime for a ten, or an eight for thirty five? These are the questions that baffle even the brightest For in the darkest corners of your mind You definately do not want to be ripped off. So you smile, nod, and hope in trust For the parkway children are always cheap Although I've never been ripped off yet. Except of course by the gestapo Assuming their right at an incredible pace. With Ivy league cops searching for reasons To kick dirt in your face....

word_son

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ADD A POEM...... anyone feel free Posted: 8/2/2005 2:58:38 PM
that tree doing ballet is awsome

word_son

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word Posted: 8/2/2005 2:52:17 PM
Black and Grey Evening Shadows start flocking ahead to downtown. Faded along the lines that marked my way. As they look at the threads they leave behind And beg the passion of remembrance stay. A tender good night floats above her head. As Amy lies awake amidst her scarlet dreams. And all is well, while angels converse above her bed. The walls that surround ideals of lipstick red. Her smile worn idle from backseat pain. But still she shimmers in the pouring rain. Worn out trousers and a broken smile Can’t wait to stray her sad denial. But she will become And she will become

word_son

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word Posted: 8/2/2005 2:50:16 PM
thank you very much cats....

word_son

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word Posted: 7/31/2005 5:31:55 PM
The Lines Before Now Standing trying to see the sorrow in a melody Accompanying ghosts through shattered walls And feeling all the angst of forgotten memory The cheerful tide of past days echoes in the halls. Of farther paths and fainter ways -Quainter trails to better days. Finding simplicity in a complex of tears And forcing a smile face faded by years. A winding road of hate and pain Filled with the fear of dust and rain Leads to a world of hollow regret None remains save for you. And finally your grip lets you forget. -The lines before now.

word_son

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word Posted: 7/31/2005 5:27:57 PM
Abandoned Houses Theres a picture of my house its fallen on the floor. The edges are all faded and I cant see it anymore. The tear that hit the ground and melted through the boards. Has left me feeling empty lost and longing for before. Each memory fades to anguish each thought I feel is pain. But underneath a roof a family shelftered from the rain. What I saw was anger and what knew was hate. Now can you tell me that you don’t miss walking through that gate Our white picket fence and happiness that no one wants to see. A worn and dusty tire that’s hanging from a tree. Do you remember whistling while we hung onto the string Sometimes we’d sit there in the shade and the wind would softy sing. A broken house of shattered hopes and tainted window panes. Sometimes I see that picture and wonder what it means. The chill that runs through my back and shatters so it seems A safer place I’ve found amidst a world of childhood dreams. It staggers through my mind and displaces all I know A story longing to be told in a splendid nostalgic flow. I guess there is some good, in all the bad I find. Story’s render other starts from which they leave behind. The sorrow in a memory.

word_son

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ok we all have talent well most here do Posted: 7/31/2005 4:18:29 PM
well-todays artists have all sold at LEAST one album more than me. therefore they must be doing something right. i find it incredibly bitter to outcast those artist who are "mainstream" just becuase they sell their records. Honestly if they were THAT bad- noone would buy their product. the fact is, regardless of the mean by which they go aobut it- you cant deny they are talented. likewise im ont even entirely sure you asked a "question" there, so much as i think you just wanted to vent on the music industry.

word_son

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word Posted: 7/31/2005 9:29:11 AM
Discovering the Sun Blasting off because we cant pay the rent children dying because we're heaven sent When a billion dollars would take a single flight. It's easier to send a child to bed hungry at night. Busting down backstreets to evade the law. Igniting iron maiden's for the crowds they draw. An entire nation could eat off a single day's default Just shrug away the backsweat for the spaceman's cult. The mighty Colorado rushes down to a stream Mexico is desert destined, that's the American dream Children raise their eyes to see the ship set sail Parents hold their hands to see their money trail How many billion dollars on a single flight? How much would it cost to feed the homeless each night?

word_son

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word Posted: 7/30/2005 11:03:03 AM
A Tiny Piece of Land. I hate them But I really couldnt tell you why Probably because I was told to. By someone I dont even know anymore. You know-it is their fault though Clearly we didn't have anything to do with it. We're normal The streets just arent the same anymore I see things that scare me Or at least, that I dont understand So I hate... I figure-its easier this way. Walk on the other side, cause Drea's got disease Learn to see it from her eyes and wonder please What this world's got to hide that we're living in. Prescribing bottles of pills because we're giving in. Why is their skin a different color? Must be because they are dumb Thats the only logical explaination Obviously I dont even need to look any deeper Let alone study who they are Even if they are intrinsically peaceful I dont care It's far more enjoyable To hate.. It was too late when Ahmed saw the light of day Four walls mark his memory-some of the people say Too bad he was good boy, had a heart of gold The shadows took another, he was ten years old. I dont even know why I hate him He wears cheap cloths His parents must not care If he doesnt have what I have Im just better than him Thats without question Although he is nice to everyone He has to be He doesnt have expensive things And he isnt pretty So his "personality" matters. Or so hes told Im convinced that's a lie If it wasnt Than I wouldnt be better than him And we cant have that Can we? Walking down the hall with a defeated frown Noone says a word and it beats him down. He remembers all the fun of when he was a boy Fifteen years later still can't find that joy. I havent been this confused in years I cant find out who I am I dont think I ever knew I was only ever who people wanted me to be I hate that.

word_son

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wow !!! Posted: 7/29/2005 8:22:37 AM
VERY impressive thor!

word_son

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word Posted: 7/29/2005 8:18:38 AM
Browndownboomtown Down to the roach and I havent escaped. Still stuck in this place with nowhere to run. Head light lager's and little boys taped Leaving lust ridden eye's to erode in the sun. Another shot of envy, down another beer Guilt trips me flat, but I never could stand here. Black eyes, and green thumbs on their knees. I watched you sleep before I left, when I was there Gone to the night now, begging you please I couldnt hold a candle to dust and despair. Im too old now for this, but the shadows pass it on. Prepare my sight for a delicate decay before dawn. Ill be back eventually I swear, but if you cant wait Then remember what I told you about the word hate. And all the things that hurt inside, destroy if kept denied Like sugar canes and rings, and all those foolish things. I still have a chance, but I won't take it. All the glorious riots waiting in boomtowns Have led me there and watched me break it To fallowed retreats of hollowed high downs. Mom's my angel, though she proabbly cant tell. I held you and kissed you, before I ever fell.

word_son

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Ten Years Posted: 7/29/2005 7:47:08 AM
"applause"

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word Posted: 7/28/2005 5:27:43 PM
thank you so much- im having a bit of writers block right now-truth be told.

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word Posted: 7/28/2005 12:27:42 PM
Upon the Sunrise. (what I Can't Know.) Slices of light cut through a rigid dark And enlighted your face- its too bad its cold. Now days have gone by, and years passed to mark. What wonderous apologies have gone yet untold. Pride has its reasons, so too does each man Oft turing a sour leaf to reveal what we can. But have you lost sight of what's really at cost Piemont's view has lead many to curse what they lost. As we did see Ghenkis, and so Julius Too T'was only Hannible watched from the Alp's glossy view. Yet we sit knowing, or at least playing the part Of men full of knowledge, reverence and death. The glorious cleansing of a wrong doing heart. What right do I have to take a mans breath? But politics are useless-at least without war. What then would we study, watch, or deplore! Millions have fallen and stood to be crowned. Yet those of the Somme have settled and drowned. History remembers, and comes back to our door. But the generals who fought it, cared only for lore. So these slices have wavered and light come to pass. I watch no longer and leave you to rest- its cold But you have a blanket and the comfort coming of mass. Truth is, I couldnt tell you why the truth lies untold. But rest assured I'll remember, For the minds a great place. A palace of memories, each mans gleaming grace. On the waters you stood proud, duty your mask. For the fear of forgiving, noone wanted to ask.

word_son

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Suscide Eyes Posted: 7/28/2005 7:55:01 AM
suicide eyes?

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word Posted: 7/27/2005 9:41:57 AM
Pavlo's Greatest Mistake. Where you want to go to? In summer with snow shoes. Relentlessly falling away. Can't you find a reason, the changing of seasons Has halted you for calming the day. Pavlo has taken, the winter's mistaken. His fireplace for snowflakes and rain. And all the things inside you Call the moisture from mildew Because the beauty is whats underneath. Lost in a foriegn tongue, Pavlo is stutter stung. That people would turn him away. What is it they cant see, He's mindful but not free. With some folds and a little dismay. Every soul that bleeds red Is layed in the same bed. Because in the end its always the same. Where you want to go to. In summer with snow shoes Relentlessly falling away. Cant you find a reason, the changing of seasons. Has led us to just another day. Pavlo has taken, we've all mistaken. His difference for sins and remise. And all the things inside you Call moisture from mildew Because the beauty is what underneath.

word_son

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word Posted: 7/26/2005 5:02:37 PM
Edmund Wilcox Wait for everyone because you’re awake And when you walk the streets the nimble cracks to quake As you waver in a shallow remisce. Force yourself to read a note she wrote And when you drop the pen You can only wonder when You’ll fall. But not this time at all. Why should I crumble when you call? Tell me one thing you’ve done at all. If it makes you feel good. I saw you showering this morning. You can me a peep, but I gave ample warning. I do live here too you know? And if you think about it Anytime you walk alone. I’m talking with my friends on the phone. Losing my grip but not slipping Seeking comfort, but never tripping. Why should I leave this place with you? Even if there is no traffic to battle through Then you’d only win. I’ve stopped getting high, I guess I grew old. Fix your hair up right, wear a coat tonight- its cold. And the shadows have been nipping this evening. I got stories of the great types I’ve seen window riders, and I know Tiffany’s hypes Nothing in common save for a Breakfast for two And a romance only love songs knew.

word_son

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Msg: 52 (view)

word Posted: 7/26/2005 3:31:29 PM
Brilliant Grey Mornings Why has it ended? I suppose the Guards of Wessmilian have stood down I understand now why everything fell apart. Block letters fill the walls and the smell of atom enthralls my nostrils. When did this happen? Perhaps Albert knows- where has he gone? Three different shades of brown attack my eyes. The bank-money but it doesnt matter now. Its snowing. Money. And of the greatest civilizations to climb One falls the other, the other to time. The trees now have farrowed, lost in the dark. Whats in reverse is now forward to mark. A belt buckle loosens the guts in reprieve. I cant recall a winter, without Christmas eve. I havent a clue where hes gone. My house wasnt there this morning I think I saw it on television the other day Cant be sure. I dont get CNN anymore Didnt teach me any English anyways. Let China have it I barely even drink tea. And I hate war anyways- who doesnt? Or am I just saying that Perhaps to fit in? Thats not supposed to cost anything Save for the ever illusive Dollar. And green skies fill my memory, repetition my heart Stopping and going the tides never part. Splitting a chocolate cake should never be found As an act of kindness in a world hunger bound. Tripping on locusts that invade the street. Why cant I offer warmth to each person I meet? Where did Albert go? He left us with this And then just walked away. I wonder if he ever saw the pearl gates. Or if his own indignation ate him alive. I couldnt live with it. But I understand It was all for the best. Is this the best? We can't do better No, we've told ourselves so, thus it must be true. But now when I skip, I skip alone. Noones around and Ive been walking for days. I cant buy food And Im hungry, I wish I had money Even if it is useless-its pretty. Theres a boy, he wont come near me. Whats his price? Friendship is free, as long as you have the right brand. And that costs nothing Except money. What of the stairway that promised us gold Whenever we entered, who cares about souls that we sold. Whatever we've done, has been for the best No need to try harder, just lay a sheet for our guest. Sipping my vodka as I walk westward home. I've brought some culture, and the gold miners tomb. But you cant see it unless you pay.

word_son

Joined: 4/15/2005

Msg: 1 (view)

word...2 Posted: 7/26/2005 3:10:55 PM
Something I wrote one night after "hawk rocks the park" in london..... i had a good time anyway... as you can tell i enjoy realism... Opening my eyes, I see a wall cascading with pictures of miscellenous youth...and her boyfriend...I wonder what these nights of drunken stupor have gotten me into this time. I vaguely recall learning english the previous day, and whats more- I remember learning how to teach it (whatsoever that may mean). I feel the claws of what at the time I take to be a large beast and roll over hastily, its only a cat. BUT then...my god this place is covered in them, the smell of cat fills my nose-but its a nice place so I cope. Lying directly next to me on the floor is a mountain of sheets that groans like the wood on an old ship and rustles around like wildlife on the forest floor."Ah, I think, I must be on a boat near the woods". But no...that doesnt make sense-and again im stricken with panic. I rise from a sleeping position and as if its weighed down by a thousand pounds my head hits the pillow again and my body follows... Something is kicking at me, stabbing at my side and mumbling random jargon that sounds similar to something youd hear coming from a muffled baluga whale...I dont understand baluga, so I dont listen. Suddenly it drops its weight on me and I cant breath- Im dying...something has to pull me out and get me on my feet again or else Ill be likely to pinnochio spending the rest of my days on some abandoned ship in the stomach of a whale that never stops eating- dear god, I cannot let this happen.... My eyes open.... I see a wall cascading with with pictures of miscelleneous youth...and her boyfriend...I wonder what these nights of drunken stupor have gotten me into this time. Wait- I already dealt with this thought...Where was I last night...whos house am I at? Turn the friggin dance music off. Why is there a guy sleeping on the floor covered in two thousand blankets with cats climbing on him? And most importantly why do I seem to recall playing fetch with a cat? Everyone knows cats dont play catch. And then I realize that the mountain of blankets is no longer groaning and the shuffling on the floor has ended...oh god! he must have died?! The alarm clock goes off- I wake up...its 8 am and I have to go and learn english- I cant even stem a sentence together right now, let alone learn the linguistics of it. I need a joint...but no- I stopped doing that! someone get me a beer! Why are there three empty kool aid jammers at my feet....why didnt I save one...DAH!. The girl from the pictures comes out from behind a wall and her mouth moves. Shes pointing at the mountain and mumbling something....oh my GOD! I've forgotten how to speak english!..I shake my head and hope she understands. I remain awake for the time being. I recall earlier in the night being under a bridge, and seeing excruciatingly bright lights...knowing full well why I have two cans of paint in my back pack...no wait! wheres my back pack!...ahh I must have left it in the whale! (or was that a dream)...its no matter...I suppose Im better off without it. I recall running at full tilt up a hill and then running back down on the other side. I remember in vivid detail the chase that involved only me (the lights had probably given up long before) but I kept running, pursuing the ever important "deke" in hopes that at the very least...it would provide me with a story to tell my friends. "take his marquee! take his marquee! " why are they speaking french?...Its a **in marker for christ sakes!...Im outside a building Ive just written on a wall and some people I have known for a little while now are speaking in french to me...Im drunk...I had smoked a small bowl minutes before as we left a park nearby and my friends were in the bathroom at a local bar.....I play it off as though I'm not getting wierded out...but come on...I dont speak french...and what the hell is a marquee...surely not a "marker" why would you take that from me...would you take the kidney from a lion?!?!? Suddenly someone is speaking in english again and my eyes focus, "it's 9:30! we had to be there at nine!" someone yanks me from my thoughts and tells me to wash up...I dont know where the bathroom is...I walk to the kitchen and get water. "All done". We leave the apartment and walk outside....where the am I ?!?!. I get in a car and end up downtown somewhere...or so I assume by all the leeching homeless people walking around the garbage cans like they are shrines. I help a man probably only half the size of my knee cap put a couch on a cart, odd hes nearly 80 years old...why the ** does he need a couch?!. Oh well Ive done my good deed for a while. Someone comes up to me and says "lets get jamaican patties for the class"- I recall this fellow, he was quite awsome amidst a maze of bland and baroque happenings the evening before...I recall a guitar....HA if he likes guitars...he has to be cool. I look in my pocket to get money...I realize WHY I feel this way now...I have none. He pays for the jamaican patties and we leave. What ever happened to that old man and the couch?....... we show up at class and someone asks me if we brought donuts for everyone.........

word_son

Joined: 4/15/2005

Msg: 51 (view)

word Posted: 7/25/2005 12:38:34 PM
I Used To. So sure you feel to shuffle another away That you fail to realize your closing your own eyes And not opening anothers. When opinion comes down to neglect And it is the latter that is put on the cutting board You have entered the mind of Caligula And there’s no turning back. Upon entering the room the teacher had said Who would join me to draw? To which all her students replied Sure, we love to draw-and they drew Sunsets, and rabbits and cars they thought flew All the question and wonderment turns them to you. But if you’ve grown up, and closed your mind The daisy’s that marveled lag far behind. Can you draw now, with the open mind you once had With the feeling of warmth when you picked up a pencil And traced your own name for the first time. Or do you just jot things down now? How can you live believing you’re a wise man? When you cannot look back on your past without asking why? Big words and large papers that clutter your desk Are now your rank in society that you refuse to let go If you did, would you exist? Upon entering the room, the teacher had said Who would join me to write? To which the students replied Sure, we love to write- and they wrote Leaving their own world to fly on a boat Over the horizon while words slept to float Out in the breeze for opinion to make What ever it would, can you see a mistake? Upon entering the room, the teacher had said It’s been ten years since I’ve seen you all What have you drawn? What have you written? To which the students replied in haste Oh, we can’t draw….. Oh, we can’t write….. And when the teacher asked why They all replied Because we’re not good at it. One little girl with red hair blushed and said. I used to -When I was a child.

word_son

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Msg: 50 (view)

word Posted: 7/18/2005 6:44:46 PM
Untitled #55 She went and found a stronger beer Cause he said he'd pay then. Wine stains on her favourite dress. And he doesnt even care when. Looking out across the city bridge He see's her dancing in the moonlight. She plays around with the mist He starts another damned fight. Bustin bruises Baton Rouge is far But isnt everyone allowed to dream. Lines stain the mirrors from the years Of chopping life up in between. All her life, has been a terrible blur Going back and forth from the trip. And the last call in pioneer town bars Leaves her on her own to sip. Even if hes there, hes always gone Her red eyes watched him loose grip. And when the Jockey plays his last song You always want to be strong. But sometimes you can't.

word_son

Joined: 4/15/2005

Msg: 49 (view)

word Posted: 7/14/2005 2:18:22 PM
Untitled #52 Walk on down the south pier, to a place where you could fall. And no one else would ever notice that your gone And in the evening as the sun, draws a curtain what you’ve done Becomes the memory of a clattered midnight call We’re gone, but our ghosts invade the privacy These chalk stick walls have lied to me. But I couldn’t get it out even if I screamed. Watching as the birds fly south, the pier’s their only word of mouth. But no one ever wants to hear their song Counting on your hands the wrongs, part of every man belongs To the place they may have once called home. We’re gone, but how can we ever show you The world you yearn to see shines through Every word in the lyrics of a young child’s favourite poem. Walk on down the south pier to a place where you can stand And every bird that nests there knows your name Winter comes it’s such a shame, you never wanted any fame But now you lie there soaking up your life We’re gone, and you’ve come to see our face A dusty reside in a melancholy place Where no one ever goes, they only come.

word_son

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Msg: 48 (view)

word Posted: 7/12/2005 6:15:33 PM
Theres a practicing shao lin Shadow boxing cabarets. Just smile and wave she said I cant make the moment stay. Fending of weathered bees. Veterans of prairie trees. Standing all alone. Theres a mystic in everyone. Calling out to hear its name. Watching phony redemption. Dont you know, its all the same. Theres a practicing shao lin. Shadow boxing all my sin. Standing all alone.

word_son

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Msg: 47 (view)

word Posted: 7/12/2005 6:13:56 PM
A Sunlight summer walk Along the forks and bay. Simple, silent reason engulfs another day. But you can never see this Your drowning in your head. When restitutions lost you And its the light of day you dread. You evade a new horizon For loathsome fear it may deny. a toke, a hit-a simple song Can lay your head to cry. Scars infect your beauty A beauty not so bold. I dont think I remember a summer quite this cold. Swinging with a daffodil Blowing tender in the breeze. Darling ill never forget How you could make a moment freeze. Cant you event a new horizon And love the day it brings Lying in the grass to sleep. Listen to a sparrow as he sings.

word_son

Joined: 4/15/2005

Msg: 46 (view)

word Posted: 7/12/2005 6:12:20 PM
(from earlier thread, just want to get them here) Tis that which makes each man whole For even shoes are borne of embroidered soul. The smell of tequila that withstands my head Leads darker horizons to follow the dead. Escape is without and serentiy within. The poor sangiunary is covered in sin. The social recline of hill billy halls. Which forbades natures gift, natural walls. A path of redemtion filled, its wine soaked sincere. Of brown down retreats, oak tables and beer. A fallowed reminder of a forgotten way. For each of us look back on our day. And see what we are, or who we have made. But purples skys and quiant rains in memories fade. As we pursue a relaxing reprieve We walk uncautious to a black widows weave.

word_son

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Msg: 525 (view)

Poetry Collection Posted: 7/12/2005 6:00:04 PM
you guys all write incredibly fast! great writes cats

word_son

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Msg: 45 (view)

word Posted: 7/12/2005 5:50:49 PM
Untitled #49 A yellow sun peaks over the horizon I stand, but I know I have to wait. And the basin that borderline river lies in. Is a home, but I know it cant be fate. When I walk up ahead and shower line falls. Even if Im here, I cant escape my mind. The hussle and the bussle of a cowards last call Is the best, but its never been my kind. What tequila noise has the prom queen crying As the king exudes a great parade Standing on her own with imperial guards trying. Its a river, that noone could ever wade. Another whiskey dream for shallow tired sleep Im not different, but im definetly not the same. As the last of the sheppards corales in his last sheep. I stand wonder at the wilderness to tame. And now as the moon battles past a bold sun. I sit, and I wonder what I've done. Up ahead flashing lights intrude a grand scheme It was the final call of a great pioneer theme.

word_son

Joined: 4/15/2005

Msg: 5 (view)

Need an opinion on my poems Posted: 7/12/2005 5:35:18 PM
i love free verse, not caring about rhyme and just writing what you actually feel-despite stucture and stanza ia always the greatest use of your literary freedom. the first one was kind of vague, you used some great imagery, but in a poem that has such a deep meanin....you could have gone deeper (but the verse is really what got me....great job) the second one definately had more flow, but with flow come the need to replace what you feel like saying..with what fits in. When your writing about hate, you really have to hate, and i got that impression great writes. keep going!

word_son

Joined: 4/15/2005

Msg: 44 (view)

word Posted: 7/12/2005 9:34:56 AM
Untitled #48 It happened so long ago I couldnt tell you why. The demons of the bo-regard sat to cry. While the thunder rang free and galloped on out The children of a catalyst dawned a pattered pout. And as She walked the stones split Creating division wherever she went. perhaps it was time for springcleaning. Jesus may come, but then again he may not. But until then its our job to remain. But what if we fail, wont then we surely doomed? And she called to a victorian sky like a lark Looping and longing for an end to death For she'd seen enough in her time. If division is free and its our only way Than she cried for a stairway to fall. If it should take her away than so be it Even money can't by her reprieve. And as she stumbles to the floor She extends her replore Demands her money back at the door. So long ago the Kings of a further place Sat down and talked of finding just a single race But their eyes were closed and they couldnt see And its really to bad because- she was really pretty. Walking alone on a worn out road she stands And looks to the sky to pray She wishes she had a rose, or even a Mustang Where were the Corsairs when she needed them? Having tea with the Queen Because she just never seemed to matter. And at the end she meets with the lion, the raven And a small tin man who was never able to fit in. And together they stood, like sentry's on guard. They whispered to eachother And as the tangerine skies turned to gold and blue They whistled on past the boardwalk Even if she doesnt belong, theirs always a place If not in the world, than deep in the soul. Where everyone you know makes it all whole No matter what your part, or how grand your role. It so long ago I couldnt possibly tell you when Thats when we finally took upon our friends And drew our lines to divide, lost souls, and shattered hopes. And strung the final straw of the hangmans ropes. -but they can always be untied.

word_son

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Msg: 43 (view)

word Posted: 7/11/2005 10:31:22 PM
thank you very much

word_son

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Msg: 25 (view)

CONTEST~~Its a free for all:) Posted: 7/11/2005 10:30:57 PM
haha mari sam- that was rather hilarious, good job!

word_son

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Msg: 19 (view)

CONTEST~~Its a free for all:) Posted: 7/11/2005 11:46:06 AM
so this is voted on..AND judged?....hmmm cool, im down.....let me think..... here we go. Can you feel the travelling man Shining up his best tin can And he smiles in rich sunlight. He doesnt care about lost debris Their rich and lonely He see's the sun set and walks away. And on the rooftop he danced the Swing Can you hear the fiddles ring? Calling out to a lost regard. She came on down here from Southern lands. With her cotton hands Somehow they just cant wash clean. She said she wants to find a rich man Someone she can Run away with and be free. And the birds on the sway will leave her lonely some day Cause the riches will only leave her in chains. And as he sings himself down the road Crowing like a toad The sun reaches its prime, and fades away. Trees reach from the ground to shade What travelling mans afraid That the next day will bring rain clouds? Dangling stories of youth and of children Enlighten a world that terror has filled in. Stop and breath air, if you dare to dispair Its only his name that we killed in. The money has passed and a new call has come But the Friars who protect just sit in trees. And whisper their words, and hope someday some. Will open their doors with tainted keys. I waver on a lost cherished day In the humid recline of a valley As I watch children play And see wars set out by the galley. Would you walk along with him A future not so dim As the four walls that surround you now. And as she walks through her life Gambling way her strife. She looks to the sunset to hear his voice. But hes long gone to the horizon Where has she been? You cant go through life expecting reprieve. So now shes just a little girl again Shes afraid of sin. What god fearing girl wouldnt be. As another night sets alone. She shinvers to the bone. She knows the sun never rose for her. And as he walks through the scarlet streets. And the sun beats Down on houses with storied walls. He tips his hat to a little boy With a patriotic toy. Tells him to never lose sight of his youth. But that boy looks from him. He lives on a whim. He swears he wants to be rich someday.

word_son

Joined: 4/15/2005

Msg: 42 (view)

word Posted: 7/11/2005 11:04:54 AM
(this is the editted version....I REALLY wish we had more than only 15 minutes after to do this.....it takes me a lot longer than that to write.) Theres a light that I know, shines through seasons to show But I could never make it there alone. And the seasons to come, whisper to me that some People only get what they paid for. But others you see, feel that money is free Or at least that thats what it makes you. And when they get there their sure, the gold will be pure But their greed will only lead them to hunger. Can you cure a homeless man of hope now? I wouldnt know how... But you cant help them find sanctity. And if you could sharpen smiles here. Without the broad fear Of guitars and rocks that never rolled. Would you walk with me there please I just dont think my knees. Would last me all the endeavor. Theres a gust in the trees, and its about to freeze If we dont find a way to help it. Have we walked the line, can you show me whats mine Without me laughing in your face. What can you find, that a tender wont mind If the faulty trees limber with reason. We've built walls to show, evolution is slow And theres some things we'll never look past. Can your color be right, if it fades with the night. We follow a past without a reason. Dont let the water smooth your edges, walk out on ledges And show the world you create a ripple. Now see the birds fly, and walk away-try To find the welcome you came for... Because its not there, I know its not fair -But what can I say, you don't belong. If theres an equation that we all fit-I'd like to learn it You know it may solve all our problems. And darlin dont you know, we dont make the wind blow It's the wind that makes us listen. What can I tell you that you dont know, I'm not sure how to show You money and product is nothing. Have you never seen a poor man, eat from trash can? But did you help him to find his way? Have you ever fed a chipmunk, or hugged a tree trunk? Then you really wouldn't believe In what I'm saying, but I cant show, because you dont know Its something you have to learn alone. Can you bring down a wall please The world is on its knees. You just cant hear them praying. And whistle with the man who walks by. Cause someday he'll cry. And he'll appreciate your comfort. And when you see the light glare abound. Would you wander around Wondering if it's really right. And the light that I've seen, wallows far in a dream No man could ever get there alone. But if we come as one, gather under the sun Than the light will shine even brighter So the cost of the sway, will show us some day. That our worries were merely childs play. Now my knees have grown weak, from the tunes cherry leak But just listen and you'll find your way.

word_son

Joined: 4/15/2005

Msg: 10 (view)

my sad awful week Posted: 7/11/2005 10:26:02 AM
thats absolutely horrible. Im terribly sory to hear that. really though, under any circumstances dont ever dwell on the menial things in life, and at the very least you now (regardless of the outcome) will have something noone else save for very few have experienced. your going to have a true grasp on life and what its really worth. I wish you the best of luck and the best of health.

word_son

Joined: 4/15/2005

Msg: 13 (view)

the friendship talk Posted: 7/11/2005 10:08:37 AM
@Ad i know what your saying. Its not so much the reprecusions that cause the moment of "awkward silence" its the very fact that you want to remain friends so much that you dont incorporate the bare truth....becuase it hurts- and this is just my opinion, but i NEVER want to hurt a friend. Its the very fear of losing the friend through the "friend talk" that makes it so hard. The fact of the matter though is - Thats life. i personally never allow myself to get invovled with friends becuase being a not entirely social person myself, i have a hard enough time maintinaing "regular talks" let alone "friendship talks" Its not going to get easier until you come to terms with the fact that its always going to be hard. @ guitar- Thats a terrible thing to say. I think personally of women as HUMANS rather than something of a different race. When YOU have a friend, and they are a GOOD friend would you not want to maintain that? even if the intention of a relationship was thrown out. I on the other hand view it as wonderful offer showing that rather than throw all the wonderful times we've had being thrown away..they do mean something. You clearly only view it as this becuase you have a hard time believing that these people like you "at all" after turning you down. Do you not have ANY female friends that your not romantically invovled with? One of my very best friends is female and though i dont have any romantic attachment to her, nor does she to me- if she were to ask me to become involved i would not accept...BUT would DO anything at all to maintain the friendship- thats what friendship is. And it works that way for both male and female (believe it or not...they arent out their to hurt you).

word_son

Joined: 4/15/2005

Msg: 41 (view)

word Posted: 7/11/2005 9:43:42 AM
Untitled # 42 Theres a light that I know, shines through seasons to show But I could never make it there alone. And the seasons to come, whisper to me that some People only get what they paid for. But others you see, feel that money is free Or at least that thats what it makes you. And when they get there their sure, the gold will be pure But their greed will only lead them to hunger. Can you cure a homeless man of hope now? I wouldnt know how... But you cant help them find sanctity. And if you could sharpen smiles here. Without the broad fear Of guitars and rocks that never rolled. Would you walk with me there please I just dont think my knees. Would last me all the endeavor. Theres a gust in the trees, and its about to freeze If we dont find a way to help it. Have we walked the line, can you show me whats mine Without me laughing in your face. What can you find, that a tender wont mind If the faulty trees limber with reason. We've built walls to show, evolution is slow And theres some things we'll never look past. Can your color be right, if it fades with the night. We follow a past without a reason. Dont let the water smooth your edges, walk out on ledges And show the world you create a ripple. Now see the birds fly, and walk away-try To find the welcome you came for... Because its not there, I know its not fair -But what can I say, you don't belong. If theirs an equation that we all fit-I'd like to learn it You know it would solve all our problems. And darlin dont you know, we dont make the wind blow It's the wind that makes us listen. What can I tell you, you dont know, I'm not sure how to show You money and product is nothing. Have you never seen a poor man, eat from trash can? But did you help him to find his way? Have you ever fed a chipmunk, or hugged a tree trunk? Then you really wouldn't believe. In what I'm saying, but I cant show, because you dont know Its something you have learn alone. Can you bring down a wall please The world is on its knees. You just cant hear them praying. And whistle with the man who walks by. Cause someday he'll cry. And he'll appreciate your comfort. And when you see the light glare abound. Would you wander around Wondering if it's really right. And the light that I've seen, wallows far in a dream No man could ever get their alone. But if we come as one, gather under the sun Than the light will shine even brighter So the cost of the sway, will show us some day. That our worries were merely childs play. Now my knees have grown weak, from the tunes cherry leak But just listen and you'll find your way.

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