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Showing posts with label Status. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Status. Show all posts

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Respect?



Show me some respect. 
Why can't you show me some respect?


I know I'm a fool,
a key dongling tool,
saddened by your tears
and hardened by your fears.


I loved all those ties,
I knew they weren't lies.
I sucked it all up
and I never knew why.


I fear some fate
and I hate all those dates,
I never knew why
I had all those hates!


And into the space
I jumped whole hearted,
I sacred all those darted,
a thousand screams and I parted,


I knew someone died,
I knew something cried,
hate never wanted another pride.


Who knew I was one,
I loved to have fun,
I had never cried under the sun.


Shoes flied in the air,
rockets hit us so unfair,
all there was left was sound to blair!


And yet I was blind
without a reason I wasn't so fine,
sickened and it rained,
all I knew is it pained.



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- Lady Narrator
"You have to try hard to get somethings 
and you have to let somethings get to you"


Tuesday, June 28, 2011

The Secret that Everyone Knows!


I can never write when i want it. But my hands can write when my heart tells me.
My heart wrote this, what started as a facebook status message!
The wind blows to my ear a secret,
a secret that everyone knows.
Forgotten in the years that have passed,
but repeated in the silent night, it glows.
It glows and it is that which helps the sun glow
so bright, so gay, so yellow and a ray.
A ray of sunshine that passes into our mind,
into our soul and yet in all its glory lay.
In all its glory lay the silent soul still as him,
Still as him, the scarecrow who knows the lil secret.

Blown into the wind and as wide as water so blue,
so blue so clear transparent in thought were the words.
Words which had power, words which meant big brain,
the size of the eagle's egg, that make them call you Nerd.
And yet the sand knows it, The stone in the rain,
the dust in the air and my small blood cells.
They all know the secret, like the back of their hands,
hands that cling to every stone, that search the sand,
the sand in hope of finding, the forgotten commands.

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Lady Narrator
"For everything thats worth life friendship and love conquers it all "
28 June 2011 18:00-19:00?