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to the magical worldif you could warp away to the magical world
you always wished to live in,
would you be able to leave everything in this world and fly away?
show me your dreamsit doesn't matter how vast your dreams are, but how much of it you turned into reality.
are you living or preparing to live?Are you waiting for tomorrow? Or for the next year? Do still feel the years that passed? Many of us live for a moment in the future, but we have to realize that, this moment, now, was a moment in the future, once in the past. And when that moment in the future comes, will you then enjoy your view, stop and breathe, tell your close ones that you love them? Oftentimes, we forget what we wanted before, and exchange them with what we want now. Which sucks us into an unstoppable cycle of deluding destination in the future. We are not enjoying our life. Yet. Perhaps it is not the journey that is important, but the moment. Breathe, because I love you, and you love me.
360 Blind Eyes360° Blind Eyes
Those street corner pharmacies don't bother me...
cooking up that crack...
serving that black...
caramelizing those apples...
crystallizing that meth...
but at least it's not my kitchen...
He's Robin Hood...
on the level that Hollywood...
would be in contention...
terrorizing the scene...
mad scientist splicing the genes...
with killing machines...
but at least it's not my dimension...
They combine these positions...
with Columbine vision...
plus out-of-mind conditions...
lead to out-of-body renditions...
a suicidal homicide mission...
but at least it's not my decision...
and it's not my problem...
not my solution...
not my blood...
so it's not my ablution...
not my business...
not my institution...
it's not my crime...
so it's not my execution...
You know it's not my world...
these are not my people...
they are not my equals...
this is not my power...
this is not my evil...
this is not my chase...
they are not my steeples...
this is not my realm...
THE BUTTERFLY WITH NO NAMEEmotions Flowed Like A Raging Fire
As I watched The Birth Of Dawn
Softness And Beauty Of Stars Had Past
My Heart Still Heavy And Forlorn
My Spirit Was Ebbing I was About To Go
When Something Caught My Eye
A Solitary Cloud So Pure And White
Appeared From Way Up High
My Eyes Now Ember With Rising Sun
Saw An Amazing Sight
Within Its Fleece A Golden Glow
And A Butterfly Took Flight
Such Beauty I Had Never Seen
It Sat Upon My Hand
And Said To Me In A Voice So Soft
I Was A Spirit Of The Lamb
My Soul Was Open My Heart Poured Forth
It Listened With Silent Embrace
And When I Had Finished It Smiled At Me
With Serenity, Peace And Grace
Moments Of Silence As We Shared The Dawn
Then It Whispered It Was Time To Part
And As It Began To Fly Away
A Sudden Lightness Filled My Heart
I Watched In Joy As My Newfound Friend
Returned From Whence It Came
My Fears And Sorrows All Had Been Taken
By The Butterfly With No Name
Had I Seen The Truth Within The Cloud
I Would Have Witnessed A Wondrous Sight
For The B
If We Would Only LoveIf We Would Only Love As HE Wants Us To
Our Spirits Would Soar Our Souls Renew
Then Mankind Would See A Better Life
Void Of Evil Greed And Strife
The World Would Be A Beautiful Place To Live
If We Would Only Learn To Give
Instead We Take And Desire Of Things
Not Blessed By HIM Who Love Did Bring
HE Came And Said My Brother Man
Accept This Gift From The Golden Lamb
Some Did Listen To The Words HE Said
Others Did Laugh And Turned Their Head
As They Nailed HIM To A Cross Of Wood
Still HE Blessed Them As Only HE Could
The Years Have Passed Since That Holy Day
When HE Walked The Earth Taking Sin Away
If We Would Only Love As HE Wants Us To
Then Our Spirits Would Soar Our Souls Renew
Find The DreamSearch deep within your heart, deep into the darkness where faded dreams are kept. Don't give up; the one you are looking for is there somewhere. When you find it, hiding in a corner weeping at lost years, don't leave it there; it's scared and hates the darkness. Lift it gently into the light and watch it transform into a brighter wiser dream than it once was.
You see the darkness taught it the wisdom of why it fell to where all faded dreams go
I'm addicted to a drug
a drug so intense
that it doesn't make sense
a drug you don't easily get
a drug revealing regret
I'm addicted to a drug
a drug I need every day
a drug which makes me pay
a drug allowing my heart to feel
and ignoring things that are real
I'm addicted to a drug
a drug I'm starting to hate
but can't get off it, it's too late
a drug I finally regret taking
a drug which keeps my body heavily shaking
I'm addicted to a drug
a drug causing me immense pain
though it's just so little, simple and plain
a drug I traded for everything I had
a drug which can only be found inside my head
Beauty in the BreakdownYou can let go
Forget everything and dive
Just simply let go
My love you are too taunt
All you need to do is jump in
Observe the sky and the water
Watch as we let go and fall in love
Hand in hand we will let go
We will jump and arch our backs into a dive
We will dive into our dreams and fantasies
Nothing can ever touch us
Together we are a force of nature
Apart we are chaos at it's finest
We will create memories and forget the old pain
We will break away from our past
So we will let go
We will fall as one
Our fingers entwined
Feeling the beauty in our breakdown
Our breakdown will cause flowers to bloom
The sun to shine
Dark clouds to disappear
And most of all our souls will shine as pure as ever
In the end
As we finish our dive
Together as one force
We will feel the beauty in the breakdown
and so the sky expiresi hate the sky.
the stars are just attention whores
they're perching on pedestals, standing on rickety stilts
they're shouting from the rooftops
demanding more flattery than they could ever consume
they never think about what will happen when
the day comes that their voices are too hoarse to shout.
they will be forgotten.
the moon is stuck in an awkward teen stage
never knowing the right thing to say
instead she whispers to the darkness around her
she speaks of death and lovely things
she never stops changing her shape
the sun i despise most of all
he is the proud crown sitting atop the throne of earth
he is our only hero during times of night
he is the saving grace of the human race
is an egotistical bastard.
I hope he loses his footing and plummets from the sky.
AloneHe walks around alone
but everythings okay
he talks to himself
but thats just his way
his smile throws off those around him
his antics makes them certain
all they see is happy-go-lucky
but there's more behind the curtain
he tells himself he's fine
and holds his head up high
everyone thinks he's confident
but is really just a lie?
he wont admit defeat
he won't say something's wrong
he's got too much pride for that
he's had it far too long
nobody will see his truth
he'll take it to his grave
or will he learn to let it out
and possibly be saved
his choices define what happens next
a choice that's all his own
will he choose to express himself
or live his life alone...
Listen To The WhisperListen To The Whisper Of The Eternal Wind
As It Gently Touches Your Ear;
Guiding You Through The Forest Of Life
Your Friend; Your Companion; Your Seer.
Listen To The Whisper Of Verdant Leaves
Adorning The Sentinels Of Earth;
Silently Watching The Passing Of Time
Its Beauty The Blessing Of Birth.
Listen To The Whisper Within The Heart
Where Soft Emotions Caress Its Beat;
Let Its Wisdom Flow Right Over Your Soul
And Dormant Love It Will Entreat.
Listen To The Whisper, All Three Of Them
Embrace And Entwine Deep Within;
And When They Merge Within Your Soul
A New Pathway You Will Begin
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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