loveandrew-wood
lovin kind
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the silence takes control
strength evades
losing hope
its just a modern need
thank god were still alive
when the heart is wrong
it tries to bite
and the worst thing a
falling star could sing
is a meaning
calling self righteous ones in beauty
with the tones of a meany
is probably self righteous in itself
five souls saved
five souls loved
a year late
thank god were still alive
strength evades
losing hope
its just a modern need
thank god were still alive
when the heart is wrong
it tries to bite
and the worst thing a
falling star could sing
is a meaning
calling self righteous ones in beauty
with the tones of a meany
is probably self righteous in itself
five souls saved
five souls loved
a year late
thank god were still alive
thanks to everyone who can read what i write without having to say something mean
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and lovin kind sometimes
reckon?
a book full of bread
blessings many
interference here on earth
a loss of innocence
prescious word youth
so high
paintings of angels
kings and queens of the cemetary
living forever
as i drive by in my car
not scared of the brilliance when ive gathered creations at home
with a sign that sings im not afraid of a gospel
and willing to war because god is love
and i believe that everyone knows
what an angelic spirit feels like
very unique poems.
The second strikes my curiousty with the above line.
Do you mean WAR or relationship issues.
I think you mean relationship issues.
I like them.:)
A whisper and a chill
adv2005
"Why do I bother?"
The 11th Commandment.
"Whatever"
PETITION TO STOP THE BAN OF SMOKING IN BARS IN THE UNITED STATES....Anyone?
war is good for nothing yet everything happens for a reason
is it just pure yaya to run on when im sure there isnt more
that i could try to find a state of flow
i dont know when the last time i could feel well enough to stand out from thought
and i know that as i wander through this morning word i think of the hail
that put dents in the car before we parked it in the garage
and there is where our sound was formed
i was just young shooting baskets
unaware that soon youd be gone
how the sound echoed through the streets not of philadelphia
but of our hometown
yayayayayayayayayayayayyayayayayay
sittin here at the library
thinkin about my friends
thinkin about the lack of calls
just wanting to privately say thanks
seemed like another life
i respect you and hold my hands at your side
the spyders talked therye language
i wish now that i had known
what was going on
words and music
communication
invisable
the language of love echoes through the mountains around here
fly around with some light shining the distance
how did you feel like this
or how did you accomplish this
and how did your friends read your mind
i hope you understand its all about love
what doesnt always get appreciation
the depth of the appreciation
forgotton in being a horse in a race
im a star dog thats right
mother love bone
with all the floating atoms
betting theyre filled with alchohol
i get lost unable to feel whats soft
without being cynical theres a pattern
it might be the same
today we fly away
one two three four
the soldiers angels the woman have taken over
thanks for what you say
here is where the storm subsides
here is where i miss the rhyme
callin me away
no voice telling me to say goodbye
yet it would be fun
to live like yesterday
running hand in hand embracing the storm
we look up into the sky our light
and then our eyes become the light
and we fly away
we dance and sing and smile and cry
embracing our new eternal life
we dance and sing and smile and cry
embracing our new eternal life
free from ourselves
free within our being
free forever
and happy too
and still i do i just dont know how
i always thought that if every voice could be together on one song
that our furthest in a family tree
could stand the closest within our reach
then maybe we could all believe in something together
i walk along on cracked ankles
firing away with more air than any nightmare could ever produce
clank brick air clank brick air
i once heard isiah say that we should have seen him when he was young
that being after the 25 point third quarter against the lakers
well im not any isiah but it sure does feel bad to clank brick airball another day
who cares as long as peace is the end
a couple of moments taken all wrong
a couple of moments taken all wrong
laughter is good theres always a voice
that says my writing is lacking intelligence
i keep trying
this is a song for life
this is song for love
this is a song for hope
on and on and on
im sure not that old fashioned within it
i freaked out prison walls started falling out of the sky
i grabbed the bleach and started putting out the fire
i saved lives i was dreaming of saving lives
my poetry in a bathtub dissapearing
we said goodbye me and the words that are never people
i got a disease when i look into something not centered i cross
right left right left the light blinks it bugs me out
chunks of paper in the bag unreadable memories
trying to find something within
saving lives dreaming of saving lives
i feel like home is always waiting for me
like an angel with love
and a message from above
this is the best place for me
like an angel with love
and a message from above
this is the best place for me
i know it wont be long before you save me
before you take me from this pain
before you lead me to the light
before you hold me in your arms
and in your arms will be my last breath
and in your heart we'll find eternal breath
an angel who leads us to our home
forever and ever and ever and ever and ever
in your arms in your arms in your arms
its the day we start giving up on each other
theres a spirit in everyone
we all can find it within
to go somewhere to be alone
and come out finding that were new again
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green