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layout powered by HOT FreeLayouts.com / MyHotCommentsIn Connorsville, Wisconsin a man is legally prohibited from shooting a gun while his female partner is having an orgasm...TO CRACKED LIBERTY AND PEACEFUL INJUSTICE, TO BALDING DREAMS, TO DRY TEARS AND FORGOTTEN THOUGHTS, TO PROUD SHAME, TO BLUSHING DAMES, SOCIAL FOR THE COMMON SLUR, THE AVERAGE DRUNKEN MAN, TO THE B-SHARPS, TO THEIR HONOR, GETING HONOR, AND STAYING HONOR, TO GOOD TIMES, TO CLEAVER RHYMS, TO TEAR STAIND GLASSES, THIS TO THE NEXT TOLD JOKE WHICH WOULD GO UNLAUGHED AT IF NOT FOR THIS NEXT GRUPE SHOT, TO T AND A, TO THE SAME THE NEXT DAY, TO HER, TO HERS, AND TO WHAT OF HERS SHE IS WILLING TO SHARE, TO EASY LAYS AND EVEN EASIER DAYS, TO JACK DANIELS AND JAG BOMBS, TO TIES THAT BIND, TO FRIENDSHIPS MADE, TO GOSSIP, TO BULLSHIT, TO DRAMA, TO EVERY DAY OF THE WEEK, RAISE YOUR GLASS TO ALL THAT WE HOLD DEAR, TO THE NEXT AFTER BAR, TO THIS VALLY, WHICH NO OTHER PLACE CAN COMPARE... ............................................................ ............................................................ .........................................................des ires.... Two down, Two many to go.I thought I wanted what I know but now I know too much.I want inocent thoughts, not inocent like blind ignorant happiness, but an untainted easy way of feeling, an untouched thought, an emotion not yet claimed. I want peacfull easy living. I want to work for the smiles given. I don't want hello when good bye is meant. I don't want easy money but I want alot of money today. I want a soft touch to follow a real hard fuck. I want someone to see my deep scars, say they are beautiful and then admire them from afar. I want to try to gain a friend instead of losing ten. I want the world at my feet while I humbley jump through hoops. I want a simple kiss to make my head spin then unwind to be spun again.......... ............................................................ .......................................................... BEAUTY....AND HERE WE HAVE THE RAREST FORM OF BAR FLY. SO SELDOM DOES A SOUL WANDER INTO A BAR TO SPEAK THE HONEST TRUTH, HOWEVER , EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE SOMEONE COMES ALONG AND VOICES EXACTLY WHAT THEY MEAN. HOW ABSOLUTELY REFRESHING IT IS WHEN THIS AMAZING RAREITY COMES ALONG IN THE FORM OF SUCH A BREATH TAKING ANGEL. THIS NEW FORM OF WOMAN HOOD CAN NOT BE APPROACHED IN THE USUAL MANOR. ONE MUST DROP HIS GAME -NAY- ONE MUST LOSE HIS GAME; FORGET ANYTHING HE KNOWS ABOUT ANY GAME. SIMPLY NEEDS TO BE AS PERFECTLY HONEST AS HIS NEW HOPEFUL LOVE. TO EVEN BE ALOWED TO GAZE INTO THE WONDERFULLY BEAUTIFUL PLAIN OF EXISTANCE SHE HAS THE PLEASURE OF CALLING HER EVERYDAY LIFE WOULD BE UNCOMPREHENDABLE. TO DREAM IS TO BE HER MIROR...................................................... ............................................................ ..............................plea to a meth head........ she told me she wanted them, she called them to take her away from hell, her own hell. they pound on her door at night, they whisper in her ear. she doesn't want them anymore but they wont go. she's my insomniac she doesn't want to sleep.paranoid about everything pissed at everyone. sleep my crazy insomniac, sleep to get it back. go to sleep and they will leave you. leave you at rock bottom, leave you where you stand. rock bottom isn't hell, build upon rock bottom. work your way toward paradise, let me help you build. sturdy foundations are built on rock. but not until the morning. let the sandman enter in let him close your eyes. you'll awake in the morning to much brighter skys. you will awake one night closer to paradise.................................................... .......................................................... EVOLUTION FOR THE MODERN MAN............IF ONE SEED CAN BECOME A FLOWER EVERY SEED HAS THE POTENTIAL TO BECOME A FLOWER. LOOK AT A COCOON, WHEN IT BREAKS A BUTTERFLY EMERGES. MAN IS BORN THE BUTTERFLY AND THAN ENTERS THE COCOON. SOCIETY HELPS THE CHILD ENTER THE COCOON, AND IN THIS COCOON THE CHILD WILL DIE. FROM THE CRADLE WE ENTER THE GRAVE IMMEDIATELY. WE ARE BORN INTO SIN BECAUSE OF THE ORIGINAL SIN. WE ALL KNOW THE ORIGINAL SIN TO BE THE FRUIT OF KNOWLEGE. KNOWLEGE IS SOCIETYS DRIVING FORCE. KNOWLEGE IS SUPPRESION OF YOUR TRUE SELF. SOCIETY FORCES SUPPRESION FOR ITS OWN SAFETY. WE CAN NOT EXIST IN SOCIETY WITHOUT THE FRUIT. THE ULTIMATE KEY TO REINCARNATION IS SELF ACTUALIZATION. WITH THE KNOWLEGE OF SOCIETY YOUR TRUE SELF IS LOST. TRANCENDANCE OF THIS KNOWLEGE, GOING BEYOND THE SOCIETY, NOT REMAINING BELOW AND STAYING THE BUTTERFLY, BUT BY DYING IN THE COCOON AND BECOMING AWARE THAT IN THIS COCOON YOU ARE DEAD, YOU CAN REALIZE THE PURE TRICK TO THIS GAME OF EXISTANCE IS: THE BUTTERFLY HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO ENTER THE COCOON, IN ENTERING THE COCOON THE BUTTERFLY MUST DIE, IF THAT WHICH IS DEAD KNOWS OF THE DEATH THE COCOON WILL AGAIN BREAK AND A DOVE WILL EMERGE. IF ONE SEED CAN BECOME A FLOWER EVERY SEED HAS THE POTENTIAL TO BECOME A FLOWER......................................... ...........................................................w e are missing the moon........just yesturday i saw a little girl paint a star from golden yellow to black as tar. tommorow the same child has planed a seperate outing, a secret flight to the moon, a jump which is hoped to come soon. so now i weep for the cool blue moon. i begged this fragile inocent child to leave her paint behind for i adore the moon as it is. she smiled and giggled and calmly replied, "sir i am but a small child to where do you feel i could bring your moon i lack the power to move such a mass, and now in your knowing of my lack of power, please take time and consider; my mother spoke of her moon to be yellow like a sunflower, my dad insisted his moon was white as the clouds in the sky, you have told me as you grew your moon has always been blue. so good sir please reply to what can me and my little paint can possibly do? you see unless you change your moon will always be blue. i can paint it purple or red, black or green, every one of these colors will all go unseen, by all but those who think just like me by all but those who long to be free. the rest of you, minus a select few, who kid yourself, you have found your freedom,will stay asleep. not to say that i am awake, but i sir am at the heavenly gate, gazing in at those select few who don't know time, the select few who know the true color of the moon." just yesturday i saw a little girl paint a star i took her hand and she led me so far.....................I HAD A DREAM LAST NIGHT...... I WAS IN A GREAT CITY DESTROYED BY FIRE OR WAR. I WALKED THROUGH THIS CITY AND WEEPED FOR THE DESTRUCTION AND FOR THE DEATH. NOT A BUILDING UNTOUCHED, NOT A BODY UNMAIMED. I TRAVLED THROUGH THIS CITY FOR WHAT SEEMED LIKE DAYS AND WAS READY TO GIVE UP ON FINDING ANYTHING LEFT UNHURT BY WHATEVER UGLY, EVIL FORCE HAD CAUSED ALL OF THIS, UNTIL, IN THE CENTER OF THIS CITY I HAD FINALY FOUND A PERFECT OAK COAT CLOSET UNTOUCHED BY THE PAIN.AFTER DAYS OF SEEING NOTHING BUT SMOKE AND BLOOD THIS SEEMED COMPLETELY IMPOSSIBLE AND EVEN INSANE. ITS MAHOGANY FINISH AND FLAWLESS ANGELIC CARVINGS HAD TO BE AN ILLUTION IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS DEMONSTRATION OF THE EVIL WITHIN MAN. I HAD TO FIND WHAT THIS CLOSET CONTAINED. I WAS SHAKING AS I SLOWLY OPENED ITS DOORS. THERE CURLED UP IN A BALL ON THE FLOOR OF THIS COAT CLOSET I FOUND GOD HIDING IN FEAR OF MAN. I GENTLY STOOD HIM UP GRABBED HIS HAND AND SAID DON'T CRY I'M ON YOUR SIDE. HE WIPED HIS EYES AND LEANED IN CLOSE TO MY EAR AND WITH A VERY SORROW FILLED WHISPER HE CONFIDED IN ME, "NO ONE HAD PERMISSION, TO DO THIS, IN MY NAME"....................................................... ............................................................ ..................................DOUBT IT...... SCREAMING SILENT WHISPERS TO YOUR GOD.UNHEARD POETIC THOUGHTS OF ANGRY HIPPIES AND THEIR LOST CAUSE. FEARFUL DREAMS OF RUBBER SHEETS FOR THE ELDERLY. A CONSISTANT DIGRESSION OF SOCIETY. THE CONSTANT GRIND OF A LOST COMMUNITY. WE ARE ALL PATHETIC INDIVIDUALS AND HAVE LOST THE PURPOSE OF THE FAMILYS HAND. SIMPLY DISMEMBERED DIGETS STILL TRYING TO MAKE A FIST. GRASPING AT THIN AIR TRYING TO PULL DOWN A DREAM. THERE IS NO MORE POSSITIVE FORCES JUST NEUTRAL BULLSHIT. NO MORE HOLY OR EVIL JUST YOU AND I. NO MORE LOVE OR HATE JUST CALLASED ANGER, AND A FEELING OF DISBELIEF. PERFECTLY DARK THOUGHTS FOR AN UNRESTED SOUL. OH SWEET UNCOMPARABLE FITS OF RAGE. OH WICKEDLY MISJUDGED INJUSTICE. CHILDREN OF THE FORGOTTEN THROWN UP IN ARMS AGAINST ONE ANOTHER FOR THE ANGELS AND DEMONS THAT THEY HAVE NEVER MET, THE GODS THEY WILL NEVER HEAR, AND THE SOULS THAT RELIGION WILL NOT ALLOW THEM TO KNOW........................................................ ............................................................ ......................................................... given this current state of mind i must say fuck, given the standing situation i must answer bullshit. your words have spun lies which stir minds to this judgement of negativity. get it right with your eyes open. do not be so ignorant as to answer your anger blindly, do not look wise bye saying what they want, and do not feel wise while looking foolish. do not read to deeply into these words for i am distracted in thought. take care in excepting these theorys for they are backed only by my own opinions, the facts of my life, or just the words of this pen. worthy foes have felt my pain, and good friends have misunderstood, crimes have done justice, peace can cause war, flowers wilt, and rich can feel poor, kings rise and fall, beggers can only climb, flame can create, faith can destroy, grupes can conquer, weak can lead, building can destroy, and destruction can recreate, air can suffocate, liquid can dehydrate, fame can forget, prison can set free, freedom can entrap, we can fear safety that is misunderstood, find comfort in danger which we have always known. my hand moves to the direction of my subcontious and creates these words for my contious mind to read into and learn from. my soul screams for change. i am not as dence as i can come off, so few realize how deep i realy am. so few know the words i would speak if only i was alowed the time, attention, and trust i require to let loose my tounge...................................................... ............................................................ ........................DIG FOR A PURPOSE.......YOU'LL NEVER GET WHATS IN MY HEAD. SPINING THROUGH MY WORLD, DANGLING IN MY WEB. MY DESTINATION IS PREDETERMINED,IN BETWEEN IS UP TO ME AND CHANCE. EVERY ANSWER LEADS ME TO ANOTHER QUESTION. ONCE YOU HAVE ME DOWN I DO A ONE-EIGHTY SPIN, RUN IN THE OTHER DIRECTION, AND WAIT FOR YOU TO CATCH UP. CONFUSION PUMPS THROUGH YOUR VEINS. RUN, RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN; YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME, ALWAYS ONE STEP BEHIND. AND ALL THIS WITH ONE BREATH, I'M HOLDING MY BREATH, COUNTING TO TEN. SURE I AM CRAZY BUT I DO THIS FOR SANITY, I DO THIS TO SAVE YOUR HUMANITY. I DO THIS FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES, I DO THIS TO CLEAR MY MIND, TO BRING THE COLOR BACK TO MY EYES, CHASE AWAY THE CLOUDS, JUMP THROUGH THE RINGS, GRAB THE COINS, AND STAY AHEAD. WATCH YOUR HEAD, THE FLOOR'S HIGH AND THE CEILING'S LOW. WALLS ARE CLOSING IN, TIME TO DIG......................................................... ............................................................ .........................................................lov e......... this eternal bond, internal bondage, oh sweet dedication, oh longed for liberation, slavery at perfection, faith with no promiss of return, master in servise of slave, servant entrusted with power, lost soul in the twinkle of thine eye, finder of the forgotten and leader of chaos.....love..... this presant danger, this external ignorance, oh sweet forgetfullness, oh longed for conection, freedom with a flaw,no expectation for that recieved, slave with no regret of master, power entrusted by two in servitude, found entity within, forgotten finder, structure for the unexpected.......love......perfect entrance into the existance that is you, complete happiness, two as one, absolute loss of I......love........contradiction with no end, the swing of the pendulum, the balance of the poles...love...oh sweet bliss, suddon loss of mind, fragrance of the heart, wings of the soul.....love....two that supress only supression, two that are simpley being, controlled insanity, the only heaven for this hell.
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