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Bee Gees - "I Started a Joke"
COLDPLAY Coldplay - Fix You
The buzz of the lamp lights hummed their drone
The faces of complication seemed to melt into one
A fluorescent image of a not so easy reminder
A practical conclusion for its own use
There once, here twice, and beyond a third
What a wondrous world, a marvel of ideas
A challenge has arisen however,
We can no longer go about our menial lives
We are faced with a social obligation
These are our stars, let nothing happen to them
I’m not sure when it happened
But the little sparks finally ignited into a cultural fad
Thankfully this beautiful storm appears to just be starting
But will it ever come to fruition?
A simple question asked by every soul at one time or another
I think that the answer is even plainer that the question
Desires of that special place to be loved and cherished
A nobel quest to say the least, but one not so practical
Give of yourself, however that is not always the answer
If only others could look past that layer of skin
Look past the flapping lips, look past the dirt,
Then life, the swells, the afternoons, the curtains, and even the garden,
Would be so much more worth living
Lack of curiosity has killed our souls
Lack a candor has destroyed our impressions
Jumping on the train of culture is easy to do
But remaining steadfast when it has moved on to the next big thing
Is what constitutes beauty
Slipping away like it has for years, maybe this time it is here to stay
The people in this world, the family in this world,
Are perhaps finally finding a camaraderie
Oh wait, that would mean losing yourself.....
Is this at all possible on such a fantastic scale?
Just a few dreams from a few people can explode into reality
Dream big and maybe tomorrow you won’t wake up
It went without being said.
It felt with out being scared.
It lay motionless in comfort.
It was warmed by the reminder.
Orange and yellow burst through lashes.
Cheers and smiles were sure to follow.
Smoke and powder were absent.
Heavenly was brilliant.
Two crystal white pools were surrounded by a sea of black silk.
Each breath drew a smile, and each exhale was followed by an essence of silence.
The hills rolled with the finest grain, and the valleys harbored the perfect rest.
The land came together so intensely that the sky was confused.
The ocean lay still in its waves caressing every surface to taste.
The wind lay quite for fear of disturbing it.
As the red began to swell, without a voice, the breeze began to chatter.
When the vibrations had settled, butterflies landed within two distant mountains, and time took a moment to gather.
This was what I had surrounding me....

Then I woke up from my dream.
Only to realize, that what I had once, I had finally let slip through the fabric of my arms.
Finally.
Enough gasping!
It was tough enough just dreaming.
Power is addicting.
But leaving is not an option.
Horizons can span a light.
But images are bound by minds.
Lifting a single head in baby blue.
Sitting in silence, tone, spur.
Leaping into existence, flown, pure.
A slight twinkle in adventure will last a lifetime.
A glimmer cannot cease.
With all hope.
The shimmer of four peaks guided to what was thought as home.
The amber reflection shown through an already dyed linen.
Repelled against the surface, the twig lay motionless.
Unable to utter the correct sound to be welcomed back, it was left to dry.
The machine slid the carcass away.
It clawed and grasped at every surface, having made the mistake that it was alive.
Amidst the journey, it desperately looked back, wishing it had not fallen away.
However, the tree continued to blossom vigorously.
Heat was beating its chest; flames were declaring a final rest.
As shadows loomed ever closer, the only thing that it could do was wonder.
Will life breath again?
Can ever a torched soul relive?
Can ever a tortured grasp emerge without being singed?
As each knot crackled, he realized how happy the tree had become without the him....
Finally understanding unconditional love, he went to sleep in peace. He just wasn't ready to say goodbye.
BLONDE REDHEAD-23
i have always been an optimist, but i will never be satisfied with the things of this earth.
i love music more than i love myself. i am, in fact, in a never ending relationship with it. i can not be in the presence liars, hypocrites, or arrogant people. i will not be exposed to the dissatisfaction that exists around me. i am driven by my pain. nothing is more beautiful than laughter. Betrayal is never far from those i trust, so what makes me trust after all?
"The essence of knowledge is knowing that you know nothing." -Socrates