Sun

spellboundUnthinkable, Unseeable, What we had, That had to be bad. I have to leave... you and grieve. Although this may be another's wish, It will leave me selfish. As we don't belong, Unlike love and you in a song, Or a poem, You may think I have stolen, As you don't believe in me, And the powers I can weave steadily, Through my feelings and thoughts, Into words. They hurt too much, It's easier to look away than to touch, The essence they are. Like literature, that is a complex piece of wood that, I carve, They are humblespellbound


magicThe clock is at twelve, At a stand still, Not moving; frozen, Like a bird sitting on my windowsill. The bird turns to me; Looks me straight in the eye, I see all time flow past me, He turned and flew away, it was a lie. As I watched the bird's wings, That helped him soar, And make time, no more, I reached out, To touch him. As I felt the flutter of wings, I held on to the rim, I held on with all my might, We disappeared with out a sight.magic
&nb


timeHer eyelids were gently closing, As I watched her, Peaceful character, she is posing.time
Reminds me, Of childhood; Dreams, Sleep, And those beams, She would throw, At me, Like today's kisses, Suspiciously. Time, Gives you a second thought, Caution, Is the danger in which we have been caught.
&nbs
Black Rose

Death: The journey's endThe rain falls behind me A reminder of how far I’ve come The sea flows below me I'm standing on the waves The sound of rushing water soothes my uneasy mindDeath: The journey's end
Banishing the unwanted memories and the pain Which slink away, unnoticed
I relish the feeling of being alone The soundless voices that haunted me before are gone, Flung away into the depths of a faraway place Where they can trouble me no more A piece of serenity envelops me Leading me into quietude I have never known before Where the cares of the world outside can never touch me
There is no l


DwellingDwelling (28/5/2002)Dwelling
Don't know where I am going, Or where I want to be. Only know where I'm from, Only know where I've been.
I look at my past, See what I've become. I think "Was it worth it?" But what's been done has been done.
I have my share of regrets, This much is true And on these I dwell, Keep tightening the screws.
I dwell on the past.
Pour salt on the wounds. I dwell on what's happened, I need to push through.
I need to get over it, Need to move on. I need to remember The past; &
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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
It was a pleasure, my friend.
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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
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Frits Mijnders - senior member
Just passing through. Guess what i did this morning!?
I GOT A WHEEL ALIGNMENT ON MY CAR!!!
thought you would be excited
much love,
Sandy
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JOSH HOMME for Minister of ROCK, DRUGS and GOOD TIMES...
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