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tough, strong, hot, not quite right.. take yer pick!
if you can find me in anything it would be in my writtings....
so, blatant self plug here, and the wanderers words follow....
SOULILOQUY
soliloquy
So lil o Kwee
Function: noun
Inflected Form(s): plural -quies
Etymology: Late Latin soliloquium, from Latin solus alone + loqui to speak
Date: circa 1613
1 : the act of talking to oneself
2 : a dramatic monologue that gives the illusion of being a series of unspoken
reflections
Merriam Webster's online dictionary
wonder why...
i always wonder why some people try to judge me from my page... it is just one window into me, and not the cleanest one!
i am an olllld soul, time has allowed me to become ancient...
that means? simple, the rule is know yourself, and i am too far spread, evolved, or scattered, to do that completely...
if i don't know myself, and i live in the house... how do you think yer gonna figure me out but looking in a small dirty window?
in this text you will find things written by me, and things that are NOT...
i give credit where credit is due, in italics after the piece of work i borrowed blatantly..
if there are no following words... then i claim the thing, hope you enjoy these!
I WRITE
I put my soul on paper.
I make what I see, smell, hear, feel,
dangerously easy for others to know.
I may let others read what I write,
I may do something crazy.
Whatever I experience will make it onto paper.
writing is an addiction.
The notebook keeps me sane.
DECLARATION
I call to the Powers of the East,
Past , Present , Future. Great and Small,
I request your attention.
I call to the Powers of the South,
Past , Present , Future. Great and Small,
I request your attention.
I call to the Powers of the West,
Past , Present , Future. Great and Small,
I request your attention.
I call to the powers of the North,
Past , Present , Future. Great and Small,
I request your attention.
I call to the Powers of the Earth,
Past , Present , Future. Great and Small,
I request your attention.
I call to the Powers of the Sky,
Past , Present , Future. Great and Small,
I request your attention.
I am. I declare myself.
I am the Master of my Body, Mind, and Soul.
My ideals are Truth, Love, and Justice.
I face the World with Strength, Heart, and Clarity.
I seek to find and maintain True Freedom, True Love, and Peace of Mind.
I ask to lose ALL I deserve to, gain ALL I am worthy of.
I ask to be prepared for ALL I must face.
I am willing to be broken and remade.
I am Declared. I ask you to declare to me.
I mark this in a manner that will not be missed by Eyes that seek.
It is a good day to Live.
What will Be, will Be.
TIRED AND WIRED
I'm on the road
Time makes no sense
Miles have no meaning
I'm driving a Volkswagen with
pretensions of Porche
lost in the wailing phrasing of a woman
played on a tinny acoustic monstrousity
made in the Mighty land of the Rising Sun
crucified on a cross of
Caffeine
Nicotine
Sugar
and Chocolate
I'm dreaming with my eyes wide open
I'm awake and I don't know why
I'm home and I don't know how
I'm hurt but I just can't cry
WORLDPACE
The world's a different place at a different pace.
faster and your where you want to be
slower and you see what others miss, can't see
bigger and the world sees you
smaller and you see the world
the world's a BETTER place at a different pace.
strut or crawl
straighter is easier
crooked more fun
walk or run
LIFE is a better place if you CHANGE the pace
DIFFERENT
I'm in a foreign land
the air is different
the land is different
the talk is different
the thought is different
the natives aren't necessarily friendly
foreign land but same country
if you change the place, you change the pace.
THE VOICE
I didn't think of time
I needed that voice
I called, we didn't need names
I got more than I bargained for
the voice was full, drowsy
" Hi, I was dreaming about you, I'll tell you what I want."
oh GOD I don't want to wait
VOX A.M.
MUSIC
Scarborough Fair, Treetop Flyer, Detroit Rock City, Food For Song,
Silent Warrior, Turning In Circles, Dreaming a Life, Little Crazy,
No Words No More, Got The Time, I Wanna Live, Immortal Sin,
Middle Of The Road, Beggar's Day, Sunny Afternoon, Turn The Page,
Every Style, Type, Speed, Ethnicity
Randomplay, mixed by Fate
Welcome to my Soultrack, played on my Lifesystem
soundstory, maybe true
convincing lie? desired past?
search Eternal
STRODE
to the road i strode a stride
of gladness
for the perfect day
did come my way
to the road i strode a stride
of sadness
for the perfect day
did pass away
to the road i strode a stride
of madness
for the perfect day
shan't come again
to the road i strode a stride
the stride i strode was just a stride
for the stride was not on the inside
UNDERSTANDING
the rambling words of a stressed man
call him weird, crazy, wild, but if you listen
with body, mind, and soul
it is either fixed or broken
no in betweens or right-or-wrongs
no beginings-or-ends
the light of reason fades out in the crush of memory,
unreflected in the glass
confusion doesn't exist to a confused one
far is the need for sanity
dance, fight, sing, play
boredom is no burden when lucidity has no place
ANOTHER FACE
Jack Daniels woke him up
he loved the taste of beer
but Cuervo Especiale kept him alive
Mild Bill became Wild Bill
the white light of blackness, memory bounce
the ability to do anything you would regret later
he built and destroyed my reputation
I might just hate him because
he is me
IT FEELS GOOD
to those who deserve it, I'm sorry.
it feels good when the sun is shining
when the birds are singing
it feels good when you are so busy you can't think
it feels good when you are right
it feels good when you help
it feels good when you are needed
it feels good to share
it feels good to feel
it feels good to feel when you are happy
it feels good to feel when you are sad
it feels good to feel when you are right
it feels good to feel when you are wrong
it feels good to feel when you feel good
it feels good to feel when you feel bad
it feels good to feel when you hurt so bad your heart stops
it feels good to feel
TIME
time is time
you pay it's toll with every breath, with every heartbeat
you pay it's cost without thought or intention
you need not pay attention, it will take it's price
whether you want it or not
whether you notice or not
whether you care or not
time is something you never have enough of
or you have too much of
rarely is everything timed just right
but then again, it always is
time figures in everything
if you are a mountain, man, or mouse
time is a powerful thing
just try to live without it !
take your time, give yourself time, watch the time, you don't have time
time is a powerful thing
time is time
MY NAME IS BILL
It's not soldier or troop
it's not worker or boss
it's not student or teacher
it's not boyfriend or babe
it's not Judas or Cain
it's not Lancelot or Merlin
it's not Somebody, Anybody, or Nobody
it's not Amazing or Wonderous
it's not Son-of-a-bitch, or any other curse
it's not great or small
not right or wrong
not smart or stupid
not sane or crazy
not leader or follower
not believer or unbeliever
not strong or weak
It's just Bill, I can handle that.
NUTTY
Oh everyone's a little nutty
it's plain if you let yourself see
everyone's a little nutty
maybe as nutty as me
everybody's a little bit nutty
if you're black or white or grey
everybody's a little bit nutty
it's why we're here today
everyone's a little nutty
if you're straight or Bi or gay
everyone's a little nutty
no matter what you think or do or say
everybody's a little bit nutty
if you're hard at work or play
everybody's a little bit nutty
it's easy to be that way
everyone's a little nutty
it's survival of the fittest
everyone's a little nutty
the nutty tend to do the best
everybody's a little bit nutty
if you're fuzzy or hairy or bald
everybody's a little bit nutty
no matter what you're called
the world is a nutty place,
you have got to be a little nutty
or you're just not living.
QUESTIONS
call it what you will
insanity or love
obsession or care
feelings can be so deep or high
they can be Heaven or Hell
all by themselves
when a thought of a person
can hurt so much that you think you are dying
yet thinking of the same person gives you reason to live
is it insanity or love ?
when you think about a person
whenever your mind is able
whether you want to or not
is it obsession or care?
how can you decide when your
emotions become physical?
they change your pulse erraticaly
they change your blood pressure randomly
they make it difficult to breathe
in the end, does it matter ?
LADY
part of my problem is you
maybe you can finally understand
the lady I love is in there
I think I can give her a hand
the walls she is behind are many
a maze of built up feelings
the dark ones are anger, revenge
self hate, self loathing, unworthiness
the ones of self respect are few
the bright ones are love, joy, happiness
I believe you get the Idea
the heavy ones are duty, honor, responsibility
the fire is desire, it will burn you
if you're not careful
there are some that aren't what they seem
these are fantasy ,dreams, imagination
some of them aren't real, others are very tricky
the light all around you is life
sometimes it is darker or brighter
sometimes it is different colors
like blue or red or green
but since it is all around you
it can't really pass you by
the path from this prison is difficult
it depends on what
you say, think, feel, and do
I would charge in to save you
but Eskimos look wrong and feel trapped
in hot and heavy shining armor
besides, I got lost when I looked for you
so it is up to you to save the day
if you do what you must
and stay to the right
and keep caring and understanding
you will find your way
always remember that I'm waiting outside and that I really do Love you
and that I care so much that I'm crazy
and that I'm worried
because you are lost and possibly trapped
NO TITLE COULD COVER IT ALL
everything you say and do
is a chain that should prey on your mind
everything that you think and feel
is a line that can tie up your soul
everyone that you think you have met
is a stranger you might never know
every time you think that you're right
the world turns and shows you how wrong
I've been around for such a short while
but to me since the start of time
I've glimpsed the world through these lonely eyes
felt the passion the pain and the pride
I've seen the size and know I can't see it all
felt the joy the fear and the awe
I've seen some beauty and known it would be worse
felt the shame the rage and regret
I've seen some ugly and known it could be good
and tried and could not succeed
the war I fight is between light and dark
the dark is seductively sweet
I chose my side when I thought myself a man
but the light can burn you away
Good and Evil I can't think about
I'm too busy with right and wrong
words are nice when they don't hurt so much
but terrible when they don't feel at all
they say a song has many different tracks
and minds can only handle two
these thoughts just can't seem to stop
no title could cover it all
HARD ROAD
sometimes I take a thoughtful walk
a long soulful walk
down the hard road
long road
hard road
but the road won't last forever
and that you'd best remember
especially if you're trying to run away
someday, you're going to have to stay
I'm thinking long complex thoughts
on my soulful walk
on the hard road
tough road
hard road
but the road can't last forever
and that you might remember
no matter how you're brain wants to talk
some way, your brain will stop to play
I've got to walk this rocky walk
this long thoughtful walk
and walk until I've got to stop
on the hard road
long road
hard road
but the road won't last forever
and that you should remember
when your feet are sore
and definately trying to say
someday, we're going to make you stay
you meet people on this walk
this long lonely walk
company so you can talk
on the hard road
rough road
hard road
but the road won't last forever
and that you must remember
when they turn around
and start to walk away someday, you won't try to make them stay
you feel what you can feel
you do what you can do
you learn what you can learn
on the hard road
bright road
hard road
but the road won't last forever
and maybe you could remember
to learn and feel
when you're not on the go
someday, you'll figure out the way
when you think that you are lost
it's simple
you know the cost
walk the hard road
dark road
hard road
but the road won't last forever
and this you should remember
life's easier when
you know you have a friend
someday, you'll know the ones who stay
when it's lonely
and the sound is blue
you know it doesn't all belong to you
or the hard road
long road
hard road
but the road can't last forever
and this you might remember
it doesn't matter where you walk
or even where you roam
someday, you'll stop and call it home
when the wind
is in you're hair
it isn't really very fair
to leave the hard road
fast road
hard road
but the road won't last forever
and this you might remember
that the wind can blow
when you're sitting still
someday, you know it probably will
when life is
really bugging you
and you're looking for something new
you're on the hard road
old road
hard road
but the road can't last forever
and this you must remember
when you have a new
wonderous thing here today
someday, the newness fades away
when you're happy
and want to play
you know you can find a way
on the hard road
fun road
hard road
but the road won't last forever
and i hope that you remember
when the road is only dust
on you're clothes someday,
you'll learn to stop and play
go or stop
someday it'll pop
and you'll see the road for what it is
just a road, not a way of life
MYSELF
even with others, i try to be
even alone, i am
even when i am happy
terrified
overjoyed
enraged
spacey
tender
stubborn
i am
when the end of time comes,
i will face it as and by
when the memories flow like water
from a fall
i will be and by
myself
WHERE
i'm here today
i'm here tomorrow
i was here yesterday
and the day before
no matter wher i go,
when i'm there, i'm here
EXPERIENCE
I'm 28 with 500 years
a businessman at 8
a salesman at 9
an artist at 16
a soldier at 17
mechanic, clerk
firefighter, locksmith
security, projectionist
conman, warrior
poet, writer
critic, lover
prostitute ,nurse
roughneck, cowboy
hunter, scout
sawyer, forester
leg, gunner
gunsmith, craftsman
noble, bum
laborer, dreamer
shrink, advisor
evaluator, teacher
a man?
nope, 28 with 5,000 years
I'm older now
FRONT
watch him, see
his smile is deceptive
look at his eyes
cold as ice
smiley smiles 'til a split second
before, then
he bites THROUGH the bone
MOMMENT
how the hell are you?
it's a beautiful day
i'm here on short sleep
barefoot in the dirt
at ease, relaxed, at home
i have everywhere to go and nowhere to be
everything to do and nothing i must
i step out of brainwalk
only to speak to those who understand
if they don't
then they are polite enough to play along
it's time to shift gears, stop grinding
it's time to change pace
it's time to go
STAND FOR YOU
life is a bloody battle
fought by everyone
but if they put me down
i will stand again
shallow is the world i face
deep the one i need
thin is the air i'd breathe
for you
mental blood is endless
accept it and face the world
though the heart shots hit
i will stand again
hard are the fears
from what you found before
silent are the tears i shed
for you
i stand before you
my life in my eyes
you see the pain they go through
those who you call wise?
all the pain is worth it
when the karmic math is done
if your heart is your friend
so, i will stand again, for you
PIECES
when the world was new
raven was flying high
he saw something shiny
he dove to see it
liked it and stole it
he flew back to where the
air was precious
he dropped it
it fell and broke and
scattered in many pieces
that is why man
looks for and needs others
and why man can love more than one
and almost never feels whole
how many pieces of your soul have you found?
MR RIGHT
maybe i'm Mr. Right, maybe not, but i am Mr. Right Now.
i 'm your part-time man, with no future plan.
i've got the skill, i'm a flashbulb thrill.
i do what others just talk about.
Love me or leave me claim me or let me be. i have got to be free
maybe i'm good, and maybe i'm bad but i'll make you love it either way
so don't tell me to be a good boy,
i'm not good , nor am i a boy.
animal are the thoughts i'll make you think
keep me or lose me taste me or feel me
i can make you feel free
maybe i'm crazy, and maybe i'm sane, but i can make you lose your mind.
i can push your buttons just right.
i can light you up real bright
this devil will give you a religious experience
try me or fly me, buy me or fry me, i can only be me
so, what do you want?
BROWN EYES
Big Brown eyes and a heart so true
He is a boy who will never stay blue
Loved by all he ever meets
Given freely near every treats
Oh the power of this son so pure
Oh my dread of its costly cure
How can I fix his strangers care
When all he meets treats better than fair?
Stubborn as his father's pride
Oh Powers please, no heartache ride
Protect my boy when I cannot
Give me peace in my worried thought
Hurt him and this I SWEAR
Powers the Be had best beware
So says a father unwilling to be
Keep him kind, leave him free
Spare yourself my heartache blast
For if it happens, it is your last
Big Brown eyes and a heart so true
He is MY son, all the way through.
AND I KNOW
here i am, just a heartbeat from the door
all i want, is to walk on 'til there's more
you see i know what i have and i know what i need
and i know what i want AND I KNOW
there's Dreams, and there's dreams
here i am, just an eyeblink, from the door
you see i know what i have and i know what i need
and i know what i want AND I KNOW
there's time, and there's Time
DRENCHED
the music rumbles, the mind tumbles
the rain is like tears of joy, pain, love, fear.
soaking wet, binging on feeling.
drinking and thinking, drenched to the soul
the voice in the head drones, mumbles, flows, stuttersteps
arguing or agreeing with the heart,
the thing pushing blood mixed with fire thru your body
tweaking the chemicals in your head.
making the colors you see so intense,
they hit you hard
adding to the fog of your world.
you know what you want.
and you know you won't get it,
but it doesn't hurt cause you know they are happier this way.
brainflex, heartstop.
You've got questions that you don't know if you'll survive the asking,
and don't know if you want to.
but you won't let yourself go
cause there is always hope and your heart won't quit
tumble on in the fog, feel deep, and ask when the time is right
FALLFOREVER
It was a place like any other place, in my reality
Mazelike in quality, there is always another hall,
Wall, or door
Windows, pearls of translucent rarity, show insights of deadend rooms.
Shocking, crazily mismatched architecture locks attention solider than Mesmer dreamed possible.
Beware illstructured floors, those holes will fallforever
ANYMORE
Ain't gonna cry anymore
Ain't gonna lie anymore
Ain't gonna hurt anymore
Ain't gonna play that game, anymore
Ain't gonna anymore
I found some life and I buried it
I found some heart and I risked it
Ain't gonna live without madness
Ain't gonna win over sadness
Ain't gonna duck anymore
Ain't gonna lose anymore
Ain't gonna play that game, anymore
Ain't gonna anymore
Ain't gonna lose to my habits
Ain't gonna run with the rabbits
Ain't gonna be meek anymore
Ain't gonna be weak anymore
Ain't gonna be anymore
Ain't gonna be owned anymore
Ain't gonna be told anymore
Ain't gonna be sold anymore
Ain't gonna play that game, anymore
Ain't gonna anymore
THOUGHTS AND CARDS
i sit in the dungeon, at a table that died of a broken leg long ago.
i hurt physically every muscle tied in a knot
an emotional blank, tho i know what i feel, i take some liquid fire and
know that few would approve i'm expecting a call, but i almost believe it won't come,
even tho she said she would, the reason was that she has company.
i'm the last thing to her. i know she cares, but only as a friend. not like cares could solve my problems.
i am a solitary man, playing solitaire at a table that died of a broken leg, long ago
HUNTING TROUBLE
the maniac walked in the room, hungry, wanting so much it was a need he knew he was taking risks,
didn't care, the time was NOW he used that silver magic, his voice of intense desire.
low and full of fire gone was the need for care, lost in the animals grip,
growling and HUNGERING searching for her
and lost in his own world when he found her
DIFFERENT LIGHT
you see me in a different light, you know the difference can be day or night you blink and look,
i'm a different guy. and you wonder just exactly why what could the change be?
why does this torment me? then see the eyes, and feel light i see you in.
a golden glow is your presence, making pleasure a normal thing!
ALMOST
stand in the standing stones and think thoughts of fog and wonder wonderlessly why?
as the rain rattles down cutting your thoughts with white noise
and make you almost wish
just almost
and almost yearn
almost and almost feel
to match your almost thoughts
and almost heart
to feel the almost feelings of an almost thing,
i can almost try
and almost cry
almost
WYLDEFYRE
i stand where the air is precious,
and think that the world would be better
if it all was this high...
but few could handle life above the trees...
where the air crystallizes in clarity, and blue is the sky inside...
and the light of Love is a tower for all to see,--
and the words that are spoken, are from deep inside the soul...
and tears have meaning, and feelings by themselves
and you need only taste the air,
to know that life is as precious as the rarest gem...
and the light from eyes so dear, are richer still...
and the warmth of souls is noticeable, visible, in the crispness...
and joy is a flame...
and desire is a WYLDEFYRE
FORGOTTEN
i am the Forgotten
we forgotten are BILLIONS strong
it's even forgoten our Right and Wrong
most of us are dead and away,
some of us breathe this very day
some of us have rememberers still,
sometimes we're forgotten by act of Will
sometimes we're forgotten so others may live,
sometimes we're forgotten because we chose to give
sometimes we're forgotten because we went away,
sometimes we're forgotten because we had to stay
sometimes we're forgotten by times long grace,
sometimes we're forgotten by entire Race
whatever reason you may give,
forgetting is something you must do to live
the Right of man wins the day,
the light of Life leads you away
I am the FORGOTTEN
Forgotten let me be
ROCKED ON
memory danced like no tomorrow
a life looked back with little sorrow
"rocked-on rocked-on" the old man said. kind and cruel, red thru blue,
his answer was simple and true
Rock-on thru good
Rock-on thru bad
Rock-on thru happy
Rock-on thru sad
ROCK-ON
handed glory and heartache,
boredom and backbreak.
he handled it straight and true,
rocked-on
torpedoes and press,
Love and ugliness,
Rocked-on
discovery and loss,
peon to boss,
Rocked-on
Years aged him,
Miles gauged him,
Handled thru the End,
ROCKED-ON
PAINT
i would paint you as i see you
then paint you........
use a soft brush........
and just enough paint to leave color......
put our love in color........
swirls and strokes.......
and dabs here and there......
and when i have you painted as i feel......
smear us into the colors.....
mixing us together.........
and make the color US fit ......
and FEELING our colors as we see them.......
the Art of Love
MAYBE
this story is one i heard a few times
i am writing it from memory, so it's accuracy isn't 100 percent
there was an Indian man who fell in love
he got married and had 2 beautiful daughters, he was very prosperous
he had many horses and some beautiful things
the other warriors said to him "what a lucky man, married to the most beautiful woman
and having the most beautiful daughters, having so much wealth, what a lucky man!"
"maybe.." he said, and nothing more
not long after that, an enemy tribe attacked
killed his wife, stole his daughters, burned his home, stole his horses
the other warriors said "how terrible for you my friend, your wife dead,
your daughters in the hands of our enemies, your horses gone, your home gone.
so terrible!"
maybe... the man said
he met another woman, felt love again. found some other horses.
had a son this time. made a new home.
years later, his daughters found their way back.
they had fallen in love and had many wonderful children.
the other warriors said "what a lucky man you are, a beautiful wife, wonderful children
grandchildren around and loving you, so many horses... A son that is a great man, what a lucky man!"
what i learned from this story is simple
life is extremes, if you lose your balance between them, you lose everything
if you keep it, you stand to gain more than you dreamed possible
will you learn from it? maybe
i heard this somewhere.. not mine, dunno who or where tho..
SOULECISM
solecism
So luh siz um
noun
1 : an ungrammatical combination of words in a sentence;
also: a minor blunder in speech
2 : something deviating from the proper, normal, or
accepted order
3 : a breach of etiquette or decorum
TOO MUCH TOUGH?
that's tough
what's tough?
lifes tough
what's life?
dollar and 50 cents
that's too much
that's tough
what's tough?
IF YOU HAVE NEVER
if you have never felt like dying,
then you have never truly lived.
if you've never felt like crying,
then you've never loved.
if you've never risked losing,
then you've never gained
NIGHTLIGHT?
past the lights we lived
where the stars sang soundless rapture...
to the mind and heart...
looking for they key to night
THE MOST PRECIOUS THING
truth is a state of grace
honesty a state of mind
openess a tribute to courage
listening a sign of consideration
consideration a sign of heart
looking is an instinct
seeing an act of will
understanding a form of feeling
feeling is the start of care
care the start of love
love the best part of life
life the most precious thing
OUT THE WINDOW
i sat and saw,
there were colors out the window
red, pink, purple, blue, grey
wonderously blended into mountains,
standing patiently behind
stark and barren foothills,
amazingly dark in the trick of sunset.
you can look, but you might miss it
DIFERENT LIGHT
you see me in a different light, you know the difference can be day or night
you blink and look, i'm a different guy. and you wonder just exactly why
what could the change be? why does this torment me?
then see the eyes, and feel light i see you in.
a golden glow is your presence, making pleasure a normal thing!
TIMETRAVEL
if i could travel in time,
i would not change anything,
for it would change me
THOUGHTS AND DISCONNECTS
Insanity follows
silence is an answer, but you can't know what it says
the world is a wonderful place where it doesn't matter how you feel,
tough it out and the feelings will change.
everything that lives has it's own vision of the world what do you see?
lost in world of thought, wondering about nothing
worrying about something, feeling lost but not
heart beats rumbling low, what could i know?
i see the shapes, and think i see the colors, and think
i see the motions, and think i remember, and think
i feel, and think …do i think enough?
i stood in thoughtful silence and enjoyed the company of absent friends
and laughed at the things they said
wonder at a world of weirdness william wanders on i love to learn i may not like it, but i'll always love it
words are necessary sometimes
are we having fun yet? yeah, the fun meter is pegged they are threatening to change the scale
i hope not i'll have to go in for my 50,000 joke tune-up
i saw a child that spoke otherwise he talked to me and smiled
i understood perfectly i found myself smiling too
when a smile is in the voice laughter hits the face, like a neanderthal with a big stick
you know the saying, "get your ducks in a row."?
well, my ducks are drunk!
sometimes i wonder, then i look and know
i would never do anything Earth-shattering without getting permission first
i'm sorry, i don't think i speak your english, would you translate please?
she said she was gonna be a Nun, but she discovered Boys
you are you until you cease
no-one ever truly knows themselves
what you know is who you are
why's will make you wise
be who you like, not who you don't
everyone depends on something
CHOOSE to care, not because you can't NOT.. CHOOSE to love, not because you can't NOT ..
say what you want to, you might need to
choose who you are, only you can
leave the afterlife for it's time, AFTER LIFE
the world is clearer with a clear head the only time Love doesn't hurt, is when it's returned equally
words are different when you feel them
you don't know a word until you feel it
NEVER SING
poet on a string
mindful of nothing
juggling words and feeling
and talk, but never sing
FALSE BUT REAL
watching false fire in a false world and feeling real things too deep,
and wondering why i do this to myself,
and knowing i would do it again because it felt so right
FIGURE OUT
figure out what you have to do
then what you must
then what you need
then what you are supposed
then what you want
then you will see
BORROWED FEELINGS
We the unwilling,
led by the unknowing,
are doing the impossible for the ungrateful.
We have been doing so much,
with so little,
for so long,
that we are now qualified
to do absolutely anything with nothing at all.
saying of the French Foreign Legion
Don't Quit
Don't quit when the tide is lowest,
For it's just about to turn;
Don't Quit over doubts and questions,
For there's something you may learn.
Don't quit when the night is darkest,
For it's just a while 'til dawn;
Don't quit when you've run the farthest,
For the race is almost won.
Don't quit when the hill is steepest,
For your goal is almost nigh;
Don't quit, for you're not a failure
Until you fail to try.
Jill Wolf
DELIGHT IN DISORDER
A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness:
A lawn about the shoulders thrown
into a fine distraction,
An erring lace, which here and there
Enthralls the crimson stomacher,
A cuff neglectful, and thereby
Ribbands flow confusedly,
A winning wave, deserving note,
In the tempestuous petticoat
A careless shoestring, in whose tie
I see a wild civility-
Do more bewitch me than when art
Is too precise in every part.
Robert Herrick
I LIKE ...
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like,, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh....And eyes big love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you quite so new
e.e. cummings
THE THOUSANDTH MAN
One man in a thousand, Solomon says
will stick more close than a brother.
And it's worth while seeking half your days
If you find him before the other
Nine-hundred and ninety-nine depend
On what the world sees in you
But the Thousandth man will stand your friend
With the whole round world agin you.
'Tis neither promise nor prayer nor show
Will settle the finding for 'ee.
Nine hundred and Ninety-nine of 'em go
By you looks, or acts, or your Glory.
But if he finds you and you find him,
the rest of the world don't matter;
For the Thousandth Man will sink or swim With you in any water.
You can use his purse with no more talk
Than he uses yours for his spendings,
And laugh and meet in your daily walk
As though there had been no lendings.
Nine hundred and Ninety-nine of 'em call For silver and gold in their dealings
But the Thousandth Man he's worth 'em all,
Because you can show him your feelings.
His wrong's your wrong, and his right's your right,
In season or out of season.
Stand up and Back it in all men's sight-
With that for your only reason!
Nine hundred and Ninety-nine can't bide
The shame or mocking or laughter,
But the Thousandth Man will stand by your side
To the gallows foot - and after!
Rudyard Kipling
HOME AND LOVE
Just home and love ! the words are small
Four little letters unto each;
And yet you will not find in all
The wide and gracious range of speech
Two more tenderly complete:
When angels talk in Heaven above,
I'm sure they have no words more sweet
Than Home and Love.
Just Home and Love! it's hard to guess
Which of the two were best to gain
Home without Love is bitterness;
Love without Home is often pain.
No ! each alone will seldom do;
Somehow they travel hand and glove:
If you win one you must have two,
Both Home and Love.
And if you've both, well then I'm sure
You ought to sing the whole day long;
It doesn't matter if you're poor
With these to make divine your song.
And so I praisefully repeat,
When angels talk in Heaven above,
There are no words more simply sweet
Than Home and Love.
Robert Service
FOREVER LOVERS
I've lived a thousand lifetimes
to find a soul like yours
a soul so pure
a soul so brave
an Angel that takes my breath away
I want to lie with you forever
my passion knows no bound
I want to sheild you from all evil
protect this Love we found
Love me with your Spirit
Promise me your heart
we're not the same as others
we are Forever Lovers
from the Crow, Stairway to Heaven
IF
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master;
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors the same;
If you can hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says "Hold on ! "
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings-- nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son !
Rudyard Kipling
OF TRAVELERS & THIEVES
Amidst a huddled crowd
Inside a beggar's lair
dwell four noble travelers
whose thoughts are fine and fair
to the crowd they speak aloud
all the four as one
be not afraid to trust thy heart
and with us ye shall come
None be a peasant None be a knave
in this night of knights ye all are brave
the thieves inside thee make advances
borne of fears they steal your chances
in all humanity thieves exist
so every race must clench their fist
and come together to travel as one
a mighty flock beneath the sun
" to our home we must stay nigh,"
was the beggars first reply
again the travelers spoke aloud
"within the lair there's great despair
outside we learn to love and care
the thieves with greed should have no place
in a truly caring human race
just sing with us and you will see
that inner joys are not forbidden
your inhibitions keep them hidden "
the huddled crowd then rose to speak
" the thieves have made us much too weak"
In song the travelers sang as one
"the only thieves that still remain
are those that lurk inside our brain
worse than a demon, worse than a troll,
is the thief that steals your soul"
in glee the beggars start to see
the power of the jubilee
The night of knights
was a full moon glow
whilst together the crowd
would learn and grow
with a confident trust
their swords they thrust
as they set off to the hills
as one the travelers verse began
holdeth this Joy within your heart
and take this chance to make a start
and as go the leaves on winter trees
so will the presence of inner thieves
once free to roam the bountiful earth
they hence discovered all her worth
and Merry all the land would be
while the sun approached a darkened sea
and for the travelers off they be
with their song that set us free.
Jonathan Lindsey Sheehan
excerpt of SUMMONS
keep me from going to sleep too soon
or if i go to sleep too soon, come wake me up.
come any hour of night. come whistling up the the road.
stomp on the porch. bang on the door.
make me get out of bed and come
and let you in, and light a light.
tell me the northern lights are on
and make me look. or tell me clouds
are doing something to the moon
they never did before, and show me.
see that i see. talk to me till
i'm half as wide awake as you
and start to dress wondering why
i ever went to bed at all.
tell me the walking is superb.
not only tell me but persuade me.
you know i'm not too hard persuaded.
Robert Francis
DOWN BY THE SALLEY GARDENS
down by the salley gardens my love and i did meet;
she passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet.
she bid me take love easy, as the leaves grew on the tree;
but i, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.
in a field by the river my love and i did stand,
and on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand.
she bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;
but i was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.
W.B. Yeats
half close your eyelids, loosen your hair,
and dream about the great and their pride;
they have spoken against you everywhere,
but weigh this song with the great and their pride;
i made it out of a mouthful of air,
their children's children shall say they lied.
W.B. Yeats
MACAVITY THE MYSTERY CAT
Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the Hidden Paw -
For he's the master criminal who can defy the Law.
He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad's despair:
For when they reach the scene of crime - Macavity's not there!
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
He's broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare,
And when you reach the scene of crime - Macavity's not there!
You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air -
But I tell you once and once again, Macavity's not there!
Mcavity's a ginger cat, he's very tall and thin;
You would know him if you saw him, for his eyes are sunken in.
His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly domed;
His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed.
He sways his head from side to side, with movements like a snake;
And when you think he's half asleep, he's always wide awake.
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
For he's a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity.
You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square -
But when a crime's discovered, then Macavity's not there!
He's outwardly respectable. (They say he cheats at cards.)
And his footprints are not found in any file of Scotland Yard's.
And when the larder's looted, or the jewel-case is rifled,
Or when the milk is missing, or another Peke's been stifled,
Or the greenhouse glass is broken, and the trellis past repair -
Ay, there's the wonder of the thing! Macavity's not there!
And when the Foreign Office find a Treaty's gone astray,
Or the Admiralty lose some plans and drawings by the way,
There may be a scrap of paper in the hall or on the stair -
But it's useless to investigate - Mcavity's not there!
And when the loss has been disclosed, the Secret Service say:
`It must have been Macavity!' - but he's a mile away.
You'll be sure to find him resting, or a-licking of his thumbs,
Or engaged in doing complicated long-division sums.
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
There never was a Cat of such deceitfulness and suavity.
He always has an alibi, and one or two to spare:
At whatever time the deed took place - MACAVITY WASN'T THERE!
And they say that all the Cats whose wicked deeds are widely known
(I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone)
Are nothing more than agents for the Cat who all the time
Just controls their operations: the Napoleon of Crime!
T.S Elliot
MY FATHER MOVED THROUGH DOOMS OF LOVE
my father moved through dooms of love
through sames of am through haves of give,
singing each morning out of each night
my father moved through depths of height
this motionless forgetful where
turned at his glance to shinning here;
that if (so timid air is firm)
under his eyes would stir and squirm
newly as from unburied which
floats the first who, his april touch
drove sleeping selves to swarm their fates
woke dreamers to their ghostly roots
and should some why completely weep
my father's fingers brought her sleep:
vainly no smallest voice might cry
for he could feel the mountains grow.
Lifting the valleys of the sea
my father moved through griefs of joy;
praising a forehead called the moon
singing desire into begin
joy was his song and joy so pure
a heart of star by him could steer
and pure so now and now so yes
the wrists of twilight would rejoice
keen as midsummer's keen beyond
conceiving mind of sun will stand,
so strictly (over utmost him
so hugely) stood my father's dream
his flesh was flesh his blood was blood:
no hungry man but wished him food;
no cripple wouldn't creep one mile
uphill to only see him smile.
Scorning the pomp of must and shall
my father moved through dooms of feel;
his anger was as right as rain
his pity was as green as grain
septembering arms of year extend
less humbly wealth to foe and friend
than he to foolish and to wise
offered immeasurable is
proudly and (by octobering flame
beckoned ) as earth will downward climb,
so naked for immortal work
his shoulders marched against the dark
his sorrow was as true as bread:
no liar looked him in the head;
if every friend became his foe
he'd laugh and build a world with snow.
My father moved through theys of we,
singing each new leaf out of each tree
(and every child was sure that spring
danced when she heard my father sing)
then let men kill which cannot share
let blood and flesh be mud and mire,
scheming imagine, passion willed,
freedom a drug that's bought and sold
giving to steal and cruel kind,
a heart to fear, to doubt a mind,
to differ a disease of same,
conform the pinnacle of am
though dull were all we taste as bright,
bitter all utterly things sweet,
maggoty minus and dumb death
all we inherit, all bequeath
and nothing quite so least as truth
--i say though hate were why men breathe--
because my father lived his soul
love is the whole and more than all
E.E. Cummings
from the HEART OF DARKNESS
The water shone pacifically;
the sky, without a speck, was a benign immensity of unstained light;
the very mist on the Essex marsh was like a gauzy and radiant fabric,
hung from the wooded rises inland, and draping the low shores in diaphanous folds.
Joseph Conrad
THE LEGEND OF THE 47 RONIN
At the heart of Japan is the samurai code of "bushido." Its canons encompass the range of honor that a warrior lived by: courtesy and
courage, sincerity and self-control, honor and loyalty. In the Legend of the 47 Ronin, these virtues were etched forever into the very soul of the Japanese people.
The story begins at the dawn of the 18th century. Asano, a samurai lord, was summoned to the Shogun's palace in the great city of Edo, known today as Tokyo.
Under the watchful eye of his tutor, Lord Kira, master of palace protocol, Asano was given court responsibilities. Friction between the two men, however, was
constant. Asano refused to pay the bribes that Kira demanded for his services. Kira used every opportunity to publicly humiliate Asano. After months of abuse,
Asano's tolerance was gone. He drew his sword against Kira within the palace walls - a grievous offense - and attempted but failed to kill him. The
punishment for this was inflexible. Asano was sentenced to commit seppuku, a ritual act of suicide. Upon his death, Asano's estates were confiscated,
his family was disinherited, and his 300 samurai retainers were ordered to disband, thus becoming ronin or masterless warriors. Scores of them, however,
in a secret blood oath, swore to avenge their Lord's disgrace and restore his rightful honor. Headed by their general, Oishi, they undertook nearly two years of
great self-denial and carefully conceived ruses to disguise their real purpose. Oishi himself moved to Kyoto, where he became an infamous drunk and gambler,
all to deceive the Shogun's police and Kira's many spies. The ruses worked. Kira and his allies finally relaxed their suspicions of Oishi and his men. On a winter
night, January 31, 1703, the 47 Ronin reconvened in Edo. They marched to Kira's mansion, announcing themselves to those inside with the beating of a war drum.
In the great battle that followed, the 47 stormed the grounds, killing all of Kira's guards without a single loss of their own. Finding Kira, they brought him to a
courtyard and offered him the chance to honorably commit seppuku. When he refused, Oishi swiftly beheaded him with the same sword that Asano had used to end
his own life. Then, to symbolize the completion of their mission, the 47 returned to Asano's grave and set the head of Kira before it, declaring their Lord's honor
redeemed. Prepared to die for this deed, the ronin proclaimed what they had done to the Shogun's court authorities. The Shogun himself, though sympathetic to their
heroic act, was nonetheless on the horns of a dilemma. To pardon them would be to condone a vendetta. After months of controversy the decision was made that
each of the 47 would execute himself, not as a criminal but as an honored warrior. One at a time they dignified themselves in carrying out the sentence and were
buried alongside their Lord. Their resting place at Sengaku-ji Temple located in the heart of Tokyo, remains today a shrine to the sacred values of Samurai virtue.
Hisashi Otsuka
DOGMA
ALL WE WANT IS A HEADRUSH, ALL WE WANT IS TO GET OUT OF OUR SKIN FOR A WHILE WE HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE BECAUSE WE DON'T HAVE ANYTHING, ANYTHING WE WANT ANYWAY... WE USED TO HATE PEOPLE NOW WE JUST MAKE FUN OF THEM, IT'S MORE EFFECTIVE THAT WAYWE DON'T LIVE, WE JUST SCRATCH ON DAY TO DAY WITH NOTHING BUT MATCHBOOKS AND SARCASM IN OUR POCKETS AND ALL WE ARE WAITING FOR, IS SOMETHING WORTH WAITING FOR LET'S ADMIT AMERICA GETS THE CELEBRITIES WE DESERVE LET'S STOP SAYING "DON'T QUOTE ME", BECAUSE IF NO ONE QUOTES YOU ,YOU PROBABLY HAVEN'T SAID A THING WORTH SAYING WE NEED SOMETHING TO KILL THE PAIN OF ALL THAT NOTHING INSIDE WE ALL JUST WANT TO DIE A LITTLE BIT WE FEAR THAT POP-CULTURE IS THE ONLY CULTURE WE'RE EVER GOING TO HAVEWE WANT TO STOP READING MAGAZINES STOP WATCHING TV STOP CARING ABOUT HOLLYWOOD BUT WE'RE ADDICTED TO THE THINGS WE HATE WE DON'T RUN WASHINGTON AND NO ONE REALLY DOES ASK NOT WHAT YOU CAN DO FOR YOUR COUNTRY, ASK WHAT YOUR COUNTRY DID TO YOU THE ONLY REASON YOU'RE STILL ALIVE IS BECAUSE SOMEONE HAS DECIDED TO LET YOU LIVE WE OWE SO MUCH MONEY WE'RE NOT BROKE WE'RE BROKEN WE'RE SO POOR WE CAN'T EVEN PAY ATTENTION SO WHAT DO YOU WANT YOU WANT TO BE FAMOUS AND RICH AND HAPPY BUT YOU'RE TERRIFIED YOU HAVE NOTHING TO OFFER THIS WORLD NOTHING TO SAY AND NO WAY TO SAY IT BUT YOU CAN SAY IT IN THREE LANGUAGES YOU ARE MORE THAN THE SUM OF WHAT YOU CONSUME DESIRE IS NOT AN OCCUPATION YOU ARE ALTERNATELY THRILLED AND DESPARATE SKYHIGH AND FUCKED LET'S STOP PRAYING FOR SOMEONE TO SAVE US AND START SAVING OURSELVES LET'S STOP THIS AND START OVER LETS GO OUT.LET'S KEEP GOING THIS IS YOUR LIFE.THIS IS YOUR FUCKING LIFE QUIT WHINING YOU HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING WRONG BECAUSE FRANKLY YOU HAVEN'T DONE MUCH OF ANYTHING SOMEONE'S WRITING DOWN YOUR MISTAKES SOMEONE'S DOCUMENTING YOUR DOWNFALL
KMFDM
AUGUST 1968
The Ogre does what ogres can,
Deeds quite impossible for Man,
But one prize is beyond his reach,
The Ogre cannot master Speech:
About a subjugated plain,
Among its desperate and slain,
The Ogre stalks with hands on hips,
While drivel gushes from his lips.
W.H. AUDEN
FEELING SORRY
I never saw a wild thing
Feel sorry for itself
A small bird will fall
Frozen dead
From a bough
Without ever
Feeling sorry for itself
D.H. LAURENCE
My naughty Book
They say I wrote a naughty book
With perfectly awful things in it,
putting in all the impossible words
like b___ and f___ and sh__.
Most of my friends were deeply hurt
and haven't forgiven me yet;
I'd loaded the camel's back before
with dirt they couldn't forget.
And now, no really, the final straw
was words like sh__ and f__!
I heard the camel's back to crack
beneath the weight of muck.
Then out of nowhere rushed John Bull,
that mildewed pup, good doggie!
squeakily bellowing for all he was worth,
and slavering wet and soggy.
He couldn't bite 'em he was much too old,
but he made a pool of dribblings;
so while the other one heaved her sides
with moans and hollow bibblings.
He did his best, the good old dog
to support her, the hysterical camel,
and everyone listened and loved it, the
ridiculous bimmel-bammel.
But still, one has no right to take
the old dog's greenest bones
that he's buried now for centuries
bemeath England's garden stones.
And, of course, one has no right to lay
such words to the camel's charge,
when she prefers to have them left
in the W.C. writ large.
Poor homely words. I must give you back
to the camel and the dog,
for her to mumble and him to crack
in secret, great golliwog!
And hereby I apologise
to all my foes and friends
for using words they privately keep
for their own immortal ends.
And henceforth I will never use
more than the chaste, short dash;
so do forgive me! I sprinkle my hair
with grey, repentant ash.
D.H. Laurence
The Unknown Citizen
(To JS/o7/M/378 This Marble Monument is Erected by the State)
He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to be
One against whom there was no official complaint;
And all the reports on his conduct agree
That, in the modern sense of an old-fashioned word, he was a saint,
For in everything he did he served the Greater Community.
Except for the War, till the day he retired
He worked in a factory, and never got fired,
But satisfied his employers, Fudge Motors Inc.
Yet he wasn't a scab or odd in his views,
For his Union reports that he paid his dues,
(Our report on his Union shows that it was sound)
And our Social Psychology workers found
That he was popular with his mates and liked a drink.
The Press are convinced that he bought a paper every day
And his reactions to advertisements were normal in every way.
Policies taken out in his name prove that he was fully insured,
And his Health-card shows he was once in hospital but left it cured.
Both Producers Research and High-Grade Living declare
He was fully sensible to the advantages of the Installment Plan
And he had everything necessary to the Modern Man-
A phonograph, a radio, a car and a frigidaire.
Our researchers into Public Opinion are content
That he held the proper opinions for that time of year:
When there was peace, he was for peace; when there was war, he went.
He was married and added five children to the population,
Which our Eugenist says was the right number for a parent of his generation,
And our teachers report that he never interfered with their education.
Was he free? was he happy? the question is absurd:
Had anything been wrong, we should certainly have heard.
W. H. Auden
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Dear Deborah
They tell me that your heart
has been found in Iowa,
pumping along Interstate 35.
Do you want it back?
When the cold comes on
this fast, it's Iowa again—
where pollen disperses
evenly on the dented Fords,
where white houses sag
by the town's corn silos,
where people in the houses
sicken on corn dust.
Auctions sell entire farms.
It's not the auctions that's upsetting
but what they sell, the ragged towel
or the armless doll, for a dollar.
I hear they've found
an eye of yours in Osceola
calling out to your mouth in Davis City.
That mouth of yours is in the bar,
the only place left in town,
slow dancing and smoking.
It's no wonder you look so pale.
Ever wish you'd done more
with your thirty years?
Seeing you last week I wonder
if you crave that sky
filled with the milky way
or the sight of Amish girls in blue
at sunset against wheat-colored prairie grass.
Here, the trees are full of gossip.
They're waiting to see what you'll do next.
Deborah Ager
"?"
If you had the choice of two women to wed,
(Though of course the idea is quite absurd)
And the first from her heels to her dainty head
Was charming in every sense of the word:
And yet in the past (I grieve to state),
She never had been exactly "straight".
And the second -- she was beyond all cavil,
A model of virtue, I must confess;
And yet, alas! she was dull as the devil,
And rather a dowd in the way of dress;
Though what she was lacking in wit and beauty,
She more than made up for in "sense of duty".
Now, suppose you must wed, and make no blunder,
And either would love you, and let you win her --
Which of the two would you choose, I wonder,
The stolid saint or the sparkling sinner?
Robert Service
Ballad of Serenity
take my love
take my land
take me where I cannot stand
I don't care
I'm still free
you can't take the sky from me
take me out
to the black
tell 'em I ain't coming back
burn the land
and boil the sea
you can't take the sky from me
have no place
I can be
since I found Serenity
but you can't take the sky from me
Joss Whedon
I keep my paint brush with me
Wherever I may go,
In case I need to cover up
So the real me doesn't show.
I'm so afraid to show you me,
Afraid of what you'll do - that
you might laugh or say mean things.
I'm afraid I might lose you.
I'd like to remove all my paint coats
To show you the real, true me,
But I want you to try and understand,
I need you to accept what you see.
So if you'll be patient and close your eyes,
I'll strip off all my coats real slow.
Please understand how much it hurts
To let the real me show.
Now my coats are all stripped off.
I feel naked, bare, and cold,
And if you still love me with all that you see,
You are my friend, pure as gold.
I need to save my paint brush, though,
And hold it in my hand,
I want to keep it handy
In case someone doesn't understand.
So please protect me, my dear friend
And thanks for loving me true,
But please let me keep my paintbrush with me
Until I love me, too.
she never told me who wrote it...
Don't Take Your Love From Me
I am looking for an inspiration
And I think I found it in your heart
It's the kind of thing you get when you're not looking
It's the kind of thing you had from the start
Put me on a ship that is sinking
On a voyage to an untamed land
Take away the freedoms I wanted
I understand
Please, don't take your love away from me
Don't take your love away from me
Please don't take your love away from me
Please don't take your love from me
Please don't take your love from me
Put me inside flesh that is dying
A ghost that wanders without rest
Buried by desires and weakness
I understand
Please, don't take your love away from me
Don't take your love away from me
Please don't take your love from me
Please don't take your love from me
Hmmmmmm
Hmmmmmm
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