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When marimba rhythms start to play,
Dance with me, make me sway.
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore,
Hold me close, sway me more.

Like a flower bending in the breeze,
Bend with me, sway with ease.
When we dance you have a way with me,
Stay with me, sway with me.


-only buble, thank you-

Sucker love is Heaven sent.
You pucker up, our passion's spent.
My heart's a tart, your body's rent.
My body's broken, yours is bent.
Carve your name into my arm.
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed.
'Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you


-Thank you Placebo-

When its quiet,
when everyone is gone,
it sings.
The glistening water lifts its voice,
hums the soothing notes of an unknown song.
The music of a beautiful voice,
a magical tune that is carried with the wind.


Then.


Emerald leaves on the old trees,
Crimson roses on the thorn bushes,
yellow tulips in their bunches,
and all begin to hum.


Nature is swaying with the warm breeze,
as the music continues to play.

継続は力なり。

Standing on the shore,
waiting for the ship in call.
There's something in the way i move,
that keeps them on their own


A star explodes a storm,
a billion seasons born.
A shock to the waves i know,
breaking far from shore.


Don't want to talk,
all i hear is noise.
Don't want to talk.


Empire of the Sun.

And say you’re climbing a tree and you fall

when you reach the top.

Your body is limp,

your eyes are shut,

you’re still trying to find the strength to open them.

Your clothes are sticking to your sweaty skin,

as you lay there panting,

trying to catch your breath.

But when you open your glossy eyes,

seeing where you are,

looking around,

you become confused.

Why are you in your room?

                       

         

Many say different things,
many are wrong. 
They say if you are determined you can get anything your heart desires,
anything?
To have anything you want,
to have anything your heart desires, 
it's gunna cost you.
But what if you want time,
what if you want to take back something you did,
something you said,
something you regret.
Realize.
You can't get everything,
you can't buy everything,
because there isn't a price on everything.
No matter how determined you are,
no matter how hard you try,
how hard you work. 
You can't buy time,
you can't buy your way back,
you can't rewind to the past. 
Time passes and never returns,
shit happens and there's nothing you can do about it.
The only thing is to move on, 
live in the present,
wait for the future,
hope that anything else you decide to do... is worth it. 


"The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it." - Omar Khayyam

Il semble que quelqu'un ait convoqué l'espoir

Les rues sont des jardins, je danse sur les trottoirs
Il semble que mes bras soient devenus des ailes
Qu'à chaque instant qui vole je puisse toucher le ciel
Qu'à chaque instant qui passe je puisse manger le ciel

Le clochers sont penchés les arbres déraisonnent
Ils croulent sous les fleurs au plus roux de l'automne
La niege ne fond plus la pluie chante doucement
Et même les réverbères ont un air impatient
Et même les cailloux se donnent l'air important

We can remember 

swimming in December.
Heading for the city lights 

in 1975.

We share in each other.
Nearer than farther.
The scent of a lemon drips from your eyes.

We are the people that rule the world.
A force running in every boy and girl.
All rejoicing in the world.
Take me now - We can try

The reflection is staring,
someone completely different.
Feeling the unwanted presence, 
lurking deep inside.
As it runs through the veins,
gliding through the warm blood.
As it sits under the skin,
waiting to come out.
It's seen in the reflection,
while its serpentine eyes penetrate.
It wants to win,
it wont,
it stays behind the glass.

"So Good"

-Stick Figure

Sometimes we got to keep on moving

pushing through with life will carry on

like the wind we got to keep blowing

I dont know if these feelings will ever change

it feels so good

make me feel so good,

it feels so good

...

It hurts so much

hurts so much

hurts so much

To enchant,

to allure,

to captivate,

to charm,

to capture.

It's not really her, it's her mask.

The mask is speaking not her.

The mask is giving her emotion not her. 

She keeps everything behind the mask,

What she shows is an act,

Something that could probably not even exist.

But, what does she hide behind the mask?

It's her world, her mind, her reality.

Something for her to know, and no one will ever find out.

"We wear the mask that grins and lies, it hides our cheeks and shades our eyes." -Paul Laurence Dunbar

The sunset on land over and ocean,

the sunset in the sky above the clouds.

Yet they look so similar.

Look at the smooth clouds that ripple around the fire,

observe the sea of clouds that is above us.

Endless miles deep, where the bottom cant be seen.

We have our own glittering bodies of water,

and so do the mysteries that exist over our heads.

"Behind every cloud is another cloud." -Judy Garland

The more general definition of "NO TRESPASSING"
Stop.
Halt.
Pause.
Freeze.
Lay off.
Fuck off.
When you see an old building in the country, in the middle of no where.
Where the walls are rotting away with mold building up along the creases.
The doors and windows are blocked with nailed, washed out, wooden plaques.
Then a broken wire fence thats stretched along the ground with a "NO TRESPASSING" sign.
But there is always that mystery, "Why?"
Just the feeling of being scared thrills me.
"Should i go to the back and find an entrance?"
I glance at my friend and smile, she knows exactly what I'm thinking as i begin to step over the sign towards the mystery thats pulling me in.


"Without mysteries, life would be very dull indeed. What would be left to strive for if everything were known." -Charles de Lint

I am the wind that blows through the trees,

I am the leaves that grow on the branches.

I am the grains that make the dirt,

I am the dirt that makes the ground. 

I make the heat that comes from the sun,

I give the shine to the moon in the night.

I create the height to the rocky cliffs,

and the ripples of every chilly stream.

I have the ability to transform every drop of dew into a crystal,

and every snowflake to melt into drops of water.

Can you guess what i am?

"Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better" -Albert Einstein

Another generation,

a generation of youth to stir the world.

Let us stop the time, 

lets us stop the universe,

let us pause,

let us stop moving.

Let us look around,

let us look at every one,

let us look at everyone in the eye.

What do you see?

Another generation,

a generation of different people,

a different vibe,

a different sense. 

As the generations grow,

everyone grows,

to be their own person,

in these generations. 

"feel the vibration, rise up it's time 

      another generation, keeping this vibe alive"

 -Stick Figure

You love the abandoned road,

It is your smooth mellow abode.

The feel when you crank your engine, and floor the gas,

in a matter of seconds your going so fast.

The deep, loud roar of the engine fills your ears,

with the crystal wind blowing as your head slowly clears.

The transparent windows all rolled down,

as you inhale the fresh incense of the glorious sundown.

The peaceful, never ending drive that you adore,

taking you farther and farther away from your personal war. 

It's your road trip, it's your drive, its your race out of reality. 

"Wandering re-establishes the original harmony which once existed between man and the universe" -Anatole France

I saw a saviour,
a saviour come my way.
I thought I'd see it,
at the cold light of day.
But now I realise that I'm only for me,
if only I could see,
you turn myself to me.
And recognise the poison in my heart.
There is no other place,
no one else I face.
Remedy, 
we'll agree, 
is how I feel,
here in my reflecting.
What more can I say?
For I am guilty,
for the voice that I obey.
Too scared to sacrifice a choice chosen for me,
if only I could see,
you turn myself to me.
Recognize the poison in my heart. There is no other place, 
no one else I face.

The remedy, 

to agree, 

is how I feel.

Unique, different, anomalous, exceptional, incomparable, exclusive, Individual, rare, extraordinary, particular, separate, single, far out, one. Many look for that, for something or someone interesting that they're not use to. For something or someone different than others. When there is one that stands out, grabbing your attention in that good way. Loving to be around them just to know what their opinions are in life, trying to see through their eyes and learn a different look at things.


"What each must seek in his life never was on land or sea. It is something out of his own unique potentiality for experience, something that never has been and never could have been experience by anyone else." - Joseph Campbell

The sky is dark and gloomy joining the raw and damp air.

The rain comes softly but intently. 

What is rain?

Why are the little drops of dew associated with tears?

What about the cheerless weather that portrays sadness?

Is it because you begin to remember who hurt you?

The slowdown that the clear beads give to you.

The breathing spell, the slackened mood that comes over you.

A time where contemplation, meditation, anticipation stirs inside. 

It's downhearted.

What's pity is that there is nothing you can do... 

there's nothing or anyone that's to good to be true.

"I can't face the coming dawn without soothing rain " - unknown

You believe that I do not know?

You believe that I can not see?

I know everything.

I see everything.

Do not try to hide the lies that I can detect through your eyes. 

Do not try to bury the secrets that I am acquainted with already.

Listen to the clock ticking as the time is slowly running out,

the ticks that come closer where i leave you forever. 

I will step back into the real world without you,

I will watch you weaken, watch you ache, suffer for what you did.

Leaving you and keeping my head up high,

Not feeling any pity for you as you lay and die.

You hear the clock gonging through the night,

I do not look back as i feel my soul coming back from its flight. 

"Goodnight sweet prince, may flights of devils wing you to your rest"-Claudia: Interview with a Vampire: Anne Rice

She has clusters of thoughts boiling through her mind and shooting against the inside of her skull. The stress that is hitting her short-fuzed nerves causing her to break away little by little. The craves that she has by wanting to be alone, away from the rest on the universe by body and soul. By taking a lonely walk to destroy the blistering anxiety that is clogging her senses. Wanting to feel, needing to see, loving to hear... She wants it all back, with a stroll to herself. 


"Stress is when you wake up screaming and you realize you haven't fallen asleep yet" -Unknown

Everyone grows and begins to mature leaving their inner child deep inside them, soon to be forgotten. A new personality begins to layer, a new person begins to thrive for life. But there are those who keep a hold of both people. There are those who can be there inner child in one second, and again be alive with their new coated maturity. What's wrong with that? Some times being little again is needed just for the memories. 


"Children make you want to start life all over again"- unknown 

Walking on the cool strands of green grass tickling your feet with every step. The freedom on the open field begins to appeal you, call you. You begin to dance, you begin to jump to heights you have never reached before. The speed of the wind whipping your hair and gently stroking your skin with its warmth. Clench it, don't let it pass you by, freedom comes with mistakes but freedom isn't real unless you're ready to include them. You have your own space, and your own freedom to own the enclosure. 


"To know how to feel oneself is nothing; the arduous thing is to know what to do with one's freedom" - Andre Gide

   Many people say that opposites attract, but in this case opposites attack. The fake against the pure, the dark against the light. There are some things in nature that are never meant to be together, like the sun and the moon that revolve separately and never meet. Avoiding the collision that will eventually lead to catastrophe in which neither will survive and neither will win. The unending battle which balances the universe and nature keeps the world going and the spirits alive. 


"She was beginning to understand that evil is not absolute, and that good is often an occasion more than a condition." - Gilbert Parker

Have you ever thought where those fairy tales came from? Have you ever had a thought that they could be real? That the special people who were able to tell their stories have witnessed something? From the mermaids who knew their way around the mysterious black oceans to the tiny fairies that flutter through the green trees of the thick forests? If not, where did this imagination come from? Why do we believe it's not real? How do we know science isn't real? Everything must come from a root that grew into separate directions.

"Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,

For I would ride with you upon the wind,
Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,
And dance upon the mountains like a flame." - William Butler Yeats

He's so young, with his whole life ahead of him. He has the future in his hands that eventually he will grow into. He gets older as the seconds on the clock tick. What will his life be like years from now? What will he be like ahead in life?

"Be patient" someone tells me.

"The best thing about the future is that is comes only one day at a time" - Abraham Lincoln

Spring break has returned. The sun came home to it's true family. Releasing it's warmth to greet his loved ones. Time to live. Time to have fun. Fun with friends. Fun with families. Jumping into the freezing bays, walking through the sandy beaches, getting grands of little rock in everything. Can you hear it? Spring's sweet cantata? But who cares? It's spring break.

"Spring is nature's way of saying, 'let's party!' "