TRIPThis man is like a toad, He jumps without a soul.TRIP
I remember when you were told. 'n now you think you can attone.
These rocks on this shore, Are like aliens with no home.
Splashed up against time, Laughing at these rhymes.
This man is like a toad, Jumping down the road.
He found a passive place, That's spinning like a wheel.
The workers have no face And their eyes have lost all faith.
This hunter looks for more. He seeks a travelling whore.
Someone to bless his hate And have sex with his
Crow Flies Into TownI see a woman standing next to a crown. Her hand tightly clasped upon her chest. She stares down the line straight to me, She says there's a message waiting for thee. Tell the people that the angel is near. Tell the people that soon they will fear. Next time the crow flies into town.Crow Flies Into Town
A sword with no end to it's thirst. Piercing into a young babe's breast. The air is tainted with putrid sulfur, Loki is hidden in a celestial shelter. Our cries, our pains, a source of laughter. No tears will purge this disaster. Her hilt is painted with their first.
Holding my head with twigsI've slept through forest fires, Burning with her desires. What I left was real, Her world I tried to steal.Holding my head with twigs
Imagine a burning candle, Here I'll turn up the light. To thick to see the point, To soft to put up a fight.
Blessed with a cheap innocence, Cursed with Plato's revenge. What I could have done, Abandonned and left for none.
I've slept through forest fires, Burning with her desires. What I've kept is real, Burning might be able to heal.
MY SADDEST HOURThis is the music I've written for you Its not a love songMY SADDEST HOUR
Its just the truth.
Meeting you was a dream come true I had my cake And some ice cream too.
Floated on clouds it felt like the sixtees There couldn't have been Happier hippies
And then it came like a slap on the face I wish there was Some easier ways
Learning can sometimes be such a trial Seems to be
My / reoccuring theme
Thank you for all the love you gave A guiding light My guardian angel
I am sorry for all the pain I've cause
Hypocrite's NightmareYou said we could tell each other everything.Hypocrite's Nightmare
You said you trusted me, and I trusted you. But just like me, you had secrets, too. You had a problem, yet you wouldn't tell. Then after you were gone, they all said you'd went to Hell.
Your friends found out the hard way. And you had many chances to tell me, but you'd never say. One fatal secret was to lie there in your head. Lie there at least, until the day she found you dead. If you would have told me or even one of them, you'd still be alive. But since you didn't I blame myself, and for this, I feel I can't survive. &nb
THREE CHEERS
Love and coffee,
Frances
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"When we long for life without difficulties, remind us that oaks grow strong in contrary winds and diamonds are made under pressure." - Peter Marshall, Writer
L&c,
F
there's all sorts to chose from.
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"When we long for life without difficulties, remind us that oaks grow strong in contrary winds and diamonds are made under pressure." - Peter Marshall, Writer
L&c,
F
XD
Great pics
Don't even let anyone try to be your conscience other then yourself. Only you are the best judge & jury of your own self.
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con·science (kŏn'shəns) pronunciation
noun
1.
1. The awareness of a moral or ethical aspect to one's conduct together with the urge to prefer right over wrong: Let your conscience be your guide.
2. A source of moral or ethical judgment or pronouncement: a document that serves as the nation's conscience.
3. Conformity to one's own sense of right conduct: a person of unflagging conscience.
2. The part of the superego in psychoanalysis that judges the ethical nature of one's actions and thoughts and then transmits such determinations to the ego for consideration.
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"When we long for life without difficulties, remind us that oaks grow strong in contrary winds and diamonds are made under pressure." - Peter Marshall, Writer
. . .A very new and inovating ART FORM.. . .Do you have your own personal style with no interface with already excisting art styles?
Maybe you belong to the Unicistic Society then, you should read the defenition and containings . . .and maybe you could join THE UNICISTIC SOCIETY.
Greets, Niek Lekkerkerk. (Founder).
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If you can find more members, that would be perfect!
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