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Dead 2 Myself

About Me

BIRDS HAVE WINGS AND SO DO ANGELS
Here I fall with broken wings,
as I call out for you to catch me.
And I can't wait
to wake up next to you.
I smile as these clouds fade away.
These wings take flight over oceans
soaring gracefully.
I am what you created.
Birds have wings
and so do angels.
There must be a reason I am still here.
A plot not yet lived out.
Because I'm still breathing,
I am still breathing,
I am still breathing.
KING OF ALMOST
There's no need to cry,
No need to ask why.
Life simply slips by,
on it's way to someone else.
It's sad how it goes,
someone else is the hero.
In a world where luck shows,
I look like less then zero.
But I will keep it open,
To keep on hoping.
I never seem to get
closer than so close,
I ain't got nothing yet.
Just call me King Of Almost.
It seems painfully clear,
I'll always be right here.
There's nothing left to do,
'cept wish I was more like you.
If you find a man, it's an image of me.
Because I am the only man I see.
Good enough is not good enough for some.
They want boys that sit, not a man that runs.
But I will keep it open,
To keep on hoping.
I LIKE ME!
Once upon a time
I was'nt this cool
I did'nt wear
The clothes I wear
I only thought
About the wrongs in this world
Never the cut
Of my hair
But now I see
There's no one like me
I like me
I can rock around the world
I like me
I'm going to rock around the world
You can see that I ain't
Kickin no hype
I like to shake it
When I can
In the day of the
Humble type
What can I say
I'm a fan!
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People who have a joy for life, a love for Jesus Christ, People who love, People who see beauty, self-less people, You!

My Blog

big dealio

This time I may be ready to die This time is not the right time. Tears fall from the tired eyes. This is it and its not much. Trying to make it enough to scrap by. Right where he wants you. ready to m...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Aug 2008 17:57:00 GMT

New York city in the fall

The story I tell is for my friend The way I see is nothing. The step I took was for something Can you see the red dress girl? with her hair in curls I tried on my fathers shoes. I wanted to dance with...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Apr 2008 16:39:00 GMT

The lonely man

Ten bucks a pop!He checks his pocket, Just enough for one go around. He walks with a limp from a past that is so heavy it drags him down.He has a half smile and crooked teeth.He has a sweetness about ...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Dec 2007 18:39:00 GMT

Breakfast

The morning comes and his dreams stop. He awakes and hears the decay of his wasted life.No futureTrapped in plastic hope and make bealive dreams.Wedding rings, preety things.He is his own worst enemy....
Posted by on Wed, 28 Nov 2007 10:25:00 GMT

Tears fall from the Old mans eyes

The green grass shoots out the lawn mower at a great speed. He is happy to see something go move. It reminds him that things can go fast. He is old and slow. His muscles are deteriated and can n...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Aug 2007 20:32:00 GMT

Where he lays

His body flew through the air, the sound of falling! His eyes close as his limbs twist un-naturally cutting the atmophere. a tear pressed close to his cheek flows from his tightly closed eye. It look ...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Aug 2007 20:17:00 GMT

batterys not included

And here it is the sound of waiting, the story of breathing. Beneath sheets of cold rest. The flame plays in front of you and you smile because the light is warm and anchors the eye. Darkness may fall...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Jul 2007 16:15:00 GMT

ENGLAND

Can we come to a place of growth by ourselves, can we ever really go anywhere alone? I my self have discovered that no matter where I stroll, whatever roads I walk, I do not walk alone: I walk with Je...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Jun 2007 11:45:00 GMT

When the clock ticks

   The countinual change, the countinual movement of time. It goes on and on. Never giving into the shouts of men for it to stop.  We grow in it, we waste it, we get lathargic. But...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Mar 2007 13:29:00 GMT

Jason... Alpha Male?

Since I have moved to Calgary to attend Lifeforce training, I have been hanging out with a young gentleman named Jason Lavadear (sorry if the last name is wrong) He has since moved to Swift Current ov...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Jan 2007 20:02:00 GMT