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Monthly Archives: April 2012

Goodbye

Why can’t this be a happy trip?

go ahead tuck in that pouty lip.

Sure this is the time to say goodbye,

but everyone knows all things must die.

It’s just a matter of where and when,

so here’s to you my unbelievable friend.

Just know that my love (and appreciation) will never end.

And maybe, someday we’ll meet again.

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This is Your Brain

The Internet

is my brain.

Filled with

downloadable knowledge

and google searches.

no one thinks,

the answer’s at your

fingertips.

just believe the

wikipedia page

and continue life

within the cage.


Unfamiliar Feelings

Doom & gloom

Sitting in my room

Looking at the moon, Till the break of noon

Gathered thoughts about to boom

Hope these unfamiliar feelings end soon


Masters of the Universe

Let’s make History,

You and I.

Right here, right now,

Tonight

In this air, these stars,

This Night is ours!

Release these Wolves

and sound the alarms

This Night

is ours.

Take off that Mask to reveal

that beneath it all

Right now is Real.

Fire the guns and

Sunder the Seas!

Be everything you can be

Explode into a Supernova

of Ecstasy,

Colours and Sounds.

Breathe in Eternity

This Night is ours!

No turning back

A headstrong Attack

Challenging Everything you know

After all,

What have I got to show?

Turn to Face

Oblivion,

that’s all it takes.

One last Chance,

the dramatic climax,

The deep breathe before the plunge

This is it boys,

One last Lunge.

The institutions of law

Will fall at our feet!

And grovel in submissive defeat

Let’s make history,

you and I

This Night

So we may never die.

This is one for the Books!

They’ll write it down,

And all that it took

was to Burn this Town!

A night to remember

One last time,

So gather your courage

and all you have left,

And pack every fist full

of your last dying breathe

Because Tonight

We own the World

and tonight we will change it

and Life

is the edge of a knife

which the Universe rests on;

and Life

Is what ties us down,

a tether.

But we’ve found

A new way to live

Forever.

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Some Might Say (180 degrees continuation)

180 degrees can change my life

as i sit here stabbing the air with this knife

should i turn around and end it now?

or continue this life beneath this frown?

Well, some say yes

and some say no,

but I’m here to tell you

it doesn’t matter which way you go.

‘Cause you all end up

in the same place,

in the same time,

face to face with the thing

you may deem divine.

And that’s God.

God is the magical one,

the mysterious one,

the one that may seem to be having

all the fun.

He’s playing with the puppets,

and you’re the one

that’s doing his wishes

and not having fun.

But I’m not here to tell you

what’s false and what’s true,

I’m here to tell you that

you decide what you do.

I’m not here to tell you

what’s right and what’s wrong

I’m here to tell you that

you do belong.

Even though you’re self-esteem

may be gone.


Summer Nights

Down the path, and through the dunes of sea-grass and growth, past the foxes and crickets and gulls, down to the black beach, down to the Sea. The Moon lights the way, and ghosts are your guide On the quiet path to the Sea. Sand is cool, but the night is warm and alone you see the world in motion, Moon reflecting every motion, Every sound disappearing, caught by ghosts in the summer night, warm breeze lifts you as waves break in the summer night and the sea-grass sways with the wind beneath the stars and the salt-air Crying to the Sea in the summer night Where tears are lost, and ghosts

Are everywhere.


Success by Rachel Forster

If I was successful would you put your arms around me

And remember the ways in which I’d changed your life?

Or would my success intimidate you?

Make you less likely to change the world?

 

Success will not ensure that you influence hearts

Nor guarantee you feel any more loved

The surprise truth is: to love equals success

 If you can accept who you are,

Whilst seeking to grow each day

And love others as their need is.

Then you have real success

 

You don’t need to be successful to have love

But you do need to love to be successful


Home

A place where you go

to get away.

A place where, if you want,

you can stay.

A place where troubles

pass you by.

A place with sweet, delicious,

homemade pie.

A place where you can go

when you feel so alone.

What place is this?

This place is Home.

 


broken dreams

the wind whispered stories

and drew me from my cave

to the jagged shorelines of your ocean

of my grave

waves of grief and disbelief

lap gently at my feet

only to recede and reveal

a bed of broken dreams


Life on Mars?

do you think

there’s life on Mars?

when you look up to

those endless stars?

do you think

we can live on the moon?

if life on Earth ends soon?

lets start a tavern

way up on Saturn.

would you say i’m a genius

if I could get to Venus?

let’s lead a platoon

all the way to Neptune.


Yes God?

If you look to God,

you might see,

there’s a plan for you

and a plan for me.

but for me and you

and you and me

who does he want?

what can we be?


Rush

Rush to the stage

three hours early.

just to see those lights.

the extra-ordinary orgasm of sound.

Cannot wait for them to start

“closer to the heart”

feel the release of your stress

“Aboard the Thailand Express”

Geddy Lee takes up the bass

not but ten feet from your face.

The essence and presence

of the one Neil Peart

with this music how can the world feel hurt?

The sweet music flies by

“Tears that fall from eyes that only cry?”

A sight only this show can provide your eyes

“Follow men’s eyes as they look to the skies”

The last killer rift from Alex Lifeson

and this wonderful spectacle is done.


Crying In the Bathroom

They talk uncomfortably

about the way things should be

and small-town gossip

and big-world dreams,

after the insanity is ended

and hot-heads still steam,

Cold dinner on a plate

push it with the fork,

still tastes like hate

It’s hard to swallow

when collie-flower tastes

like sorrow;

Push in your chair

and walk up the stair

Your friend walks past and you

smile although

he knows

that the tears are impending

but he’s pretending not to see

the fragile autocracy

of an independent heart

broken to pieces,

fallen apart.

The facade of a grin

and the Everything’s fine

while you’re screaming within

and losing you Mind-

What a curious condition

that only Man can find;

withholding emotion

to shut out assistance

intriguing resistance

to a fight that is not there!

but up you go

to the top of the stair

and tell your family

that you don’t care,

nothing’s the matter

while inside you steadily

become sadder,

and you feel

sick to the core

just thinking about it,

close the bathroom door

(gently as to not make a fuss)

and you make sure it’s secure

before

you start to cry

the weight of the world

took a rest on your chest

and as you cry

you come to realize

That Man is a solitary creature


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