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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
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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


VoicesThese thoughts inside my head they stay Tormenting me each passing day Screams and moans they frighten me Nightmares become realityVoices
You give me knowledege I won't use it You give me power I abuse it You show me the path I won't choose it You gave me life And now I'll lose it You won't change me...
Rebellion is the only answer Eat me away like I'm your cancer You'll never know just how I feel This hell inside my head is real
You give me a dream I just break it You destroy my nightmare I recreate it
Black Rose
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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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