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Monday, February 28, 2011

Lost in a song !

!~!

Forgive me, but i dont want this heart
always beating
never apart
blaming me for nothing to start

trying my patience
for a million years
wishing upon people that were never here

I always blame this meat so red
a pound of flesh that makes me dread
every step that i take in this road ahead
always forgetting what was said.

know me now for i renounce
this beating fool who i announce
never shall guide on this path so dark
never a guide but a simple heart.

!~!

Sunday, February 27, 2011

To someone

In this world of hope and malice
we live upon the brave
the ones who would matter
but who we could not save.

We pray for them
every now and then
adorn their graves
make amends

but our life, will never know the truth
the reason of passion
the moment of proof
the reason they lay, ever so still

forgive the ones that we gave away
for the ones that stay wish the same.

time will pass, so ever still
know the brave
and pass on their will.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

a mile for reason!

For all those who bid for a reason
I raise you the ignorance
for in the true lies of the scene
do we know true bliss.

I know not what to see
but to hope is the key
to an eternal life without an epiphany.

true to the matters of the flesh
we derive nothing but reason
leave your pink pound of flesh behind
to know the reason the red beats.

for in this we forgive the world
for all the hope we are given
and all the sorrows we are provided

but be warned those of the open red
never leave your pink pound of flesh behind
for reason might not forgive you but it will save you
be it any season of the year February or December whatever is near.

Level with me !

Saturday, February 5, 2011

and her eyes!

for a million years you wait
you wait till you see those eyes
bigger than the universe
brighter than the sun

and when she blinks the sun shuts down
the world goes black when she turns
never for a fleeting moment do you remember your name,

Its another rant but it works
just to look at where she stands.

Another choice in a smile.

but its done, for it never will follow.

Miss !