This stone is a memory
and memories are not truth.
I carry these stones in a box,
dripping nostalgia all over my shoes.*
The box fills faster than I can make room,
old rocks settle down below.
Some get stuck between my toes,
as I limp toward another show.
It's already Tuesday again.
I've got a pile of Tuesdays stashed away,
wearing themselves down to sand,
rattling the box with every shake.
Running my finger along the edges
for the last time—I'll know,
I'll divine them across the floor
and see what remains.
strumming Kurt Cobain rock his sciatica attenuates taut guitar strings snap in revolt
meanwhile
vanilla pods attenuate her cocoa dreams, scintillating pink paradisical whiffs
both watched
bright orange flicker flames attenuate across calm lake two kundalini gently twisting
I stood under the tree
to see how tall I could be
but the roots kept getting longer
and the branches got broader.
The root is what you cannot see
because it is buried beneath the rock in the sea
the core of the root contains the transport pipe
that takes everything to the tree and absorb
all the nutrients from the sea.
I watch the fishermen come and go
rowing from shore to shore
catching big fish in their nets
while they cross the valley of death.
the seas are rough
and they cause the people to fuss
some people made it out alive
but others have to pay hefty human sacrifice
there is something lingering in the sea
that you must bail out for me
it's bigger than me
and it has caused mankind to flee
you must get to the bottom of the sea
to see what that thing could be
It’s terrifying to see
but take courage and get it for me.
Take me to the rock that is growing in the sea
there is something that you have got to see
What could that be?
I want The Rock
Turn a phrase you say
But all I got to say to you is time and time again I say No!
No, no ,no
Tell me not pray
Well all I got to say to you when you tell me not to pray, I say No!
No, no, no
So if you ask me why I like the Truth, the Life, the Way
There is only one thing I can say to you:
I want The Rock
There’s a reason that
I get from nothing else and there is Someone else in the world that makes it so
So, so, so:
Turn God’s power up
I’ve waited for so long so I could quote my favorite verse, contextual, know
Know, know, know
When I read It I feel the Spirit shooting through me
And there’s nothing more God can do:
I want The Rock
Rock angels playing
anthems that hit eternal.
Swift shred now echoes.
1) Though the winds may blow and the rain may fall,
I will stand on the Rock of Ages,
Though the seasons may change around us all,
I will stand on the Rock of Ages;
CHORUS:
Christ is the Rock on whom I stand,
He is my salvation,
He leads me on by His right hand,
Saves me from damnation...
2) Though my knees may shake and my strength may drain,
I will stand on the Rock of Ages,
Though clouds may veil the daylight in the rain,
I will stand on the Rock of Ages;
3) Though all hope seems lost, when on God I call,
I will stand on the Rock of Ages,
Though problems may cause my faith to grow small,
I will stand on the Rock of Ages;
4) No matter what it may feel like today,
I will stand on the Rock of Ages,
He is faithful and I can boldly say,
"I will stand on the Rock of Ages";
5) Each move I make is in His perfect plan,
I will stand on the Rock of Ages,
My way more secure than when it began,
Coz I stand on the Rock of Ages.
You thought you owned the night,
But the night owns you.
A shadow dancing in a borrowed light,
A ghost in rewound time,
A ghost in fading blue.
Rock and roll is dead from the start,
And you're all dead with it.
You've never contained anything more than this emptiness.
Rock and roll is dead from the start,
And you're all dead with it.
Your eyes are blinded by passion and conceit.
The leather jackets, the ripped-up jeans,
A costume party for a false dream.
You can’t resurrect what never lived,
A tombstone anthem, no love to give.
Rock and roll is inherently dead,
And you all are dead with it.
You’re dancing on graves, but the music won’t rise.
Only motley ribbons and smoke under neon skies.
When My feet taps to the beat I know that I can be free.
The music makes me rock, as I suddenly forget about the clock
Tik
Tik
Tik
Goes the stress of time, but
Tap
Tap Tap
goes the rythim of my feet, I sing, I rock
Because its "Never to late" says Glenn
Now I know that it will never matter again. My past, present, and future are all a blur to the emblem of the music. It takes over me as I sway.
I know my love will never fray as I "stargaze" as the sound causes a craz in my mind.
It takes me over and makes me feel, for once in my life I feel!
I rock to the funky guitar and heavy drums.
Knowing never again will I find a sound quite like these hums.
The crowd in my mind gathers by my ears to listen to the sound of my oh so sweet tears.
I love music I cry on the daily, but my friends in my ears just think im crazy.
Ill rock all day listening to Glenn Hughes because with his sound...
I'll NEVER feel the blues.
He was the last of forty-four.
Educated killers in clean boots.
The best, they said, then broke.
Forty-three went into stone.
Into fluorescent burrows, teeth bared.
They fought until numbers meant nothing.
Then only one kept breathing.
It should have been two survivors.
We flipped a coin, like drunks.
One takes tags, letters, names.
The other stays with the sun.
A fusion bomb, hand-detonated.
I don't know if I won. I'm alive, still, technically speaking. But the room eats silence whole.
Shadow screams behind my ribs.
I turn around, you're there.
Cigarette trembling in cheap ash.
Then I blink; you're gone.
Dreams lie like bar mirrors.
They show you, then sell you.
I searched alleys of sleep.
Your name slipped through my fingers.
When it was time, you vanished.
To prove some brutal splendor.
I never bet on miracles.
I miss you before knowing.
Like hunger, beginning with b.
Dancing out on a limb fits mighty fine with me
don't need no tango nor fandango
give me razzmatazz and all that jazz
the whole shebang to set my soul free
breaking out on the floor feels pretty good to me
don't want no rumba or no samba
give me a beat to move my feet
and set my soles free
I can rock with the best of them
roll with the rest of them
born to boogie I'm a rock 'n' roll man
the spotlight's the only place to be
anything less is second best
in the limelight's home to me
a rock 'n' roll man is what I am
On you Jesus I stand.
I build my foundation of my life Upon you Lord Jesus I will await your soon return.
Yeshua my best friend Lord Jesus my God and Mighty Lamb of God you give me hope.
I believe in You Lord Jesus as my best friend No fear in life cause Jesus protects me.
Upon Jesus I am anchored.
Yeshua I am glad you will come back for us.
Trust in Jesus, Lord Jesus is with us always.
Have faith in Jesus as your God and Protector he is Our Comforter.
This is the last days and end times.
Jesus is coming back soon.
Trust in Jesus always he is Our Immanuel our God and Our Everlasting Father.
Our Father in Heaven knows the day and hour and it is approaching nearer each day.
Trust in Jesus cause He is with God the Father now and Our Father knows when He is coming back.
Watch and stay ready for Our returning Lord Jesus who will rescue us to him.
Thank you Lord Jesus for meeting me in my dreams.
Thank you Lord Jesus for teaching me so much about you from all the great people I have seen online. I have learned so much about Jesus from so many people.
You alone Lord Yeshua hold me down.
when lost and alone I found you inside of me.
Questions and doubts all gone since you visited me in my dreams.
Yeshua you are my family.
I never knew that you are my rock and my salvation.
In you Yeshua I see my best friend Anna is your creation.
Thank you Yeshua for all of my life for the ups and downs.
For every dream of her as my best friend.
Even if I never see her In this life she has a place in my heart forever.
An ocean apart, two different worlds one God of it all in Yeshua.
Jesus you knew my every second of life.
You know my every dream, You know the deepest parts of me.
Yeshua you know my best friend Anna.
Love is guiding me to Yeshua as my king and my creator.
Thank you Yeshua for being my best friend and for letting me be friends with Anna.
Cool summer lovely
Restoring Sight to Blinded
Jesus is my Rock
Should I trust the government?
Was what I asked,
I forgot to tell her,
My history test was NOT passed,
She asks me to pray,
Before our meals,
I am NOT that religious,
What is the big deal,
I know we are all human,
She is like a god to me... What the heck?
Should I trust the government?
Was what I asked,
I forgot to tell her,
My history test was NOT passed,
She asks me to pray,
Before our meals,
I am NOT that religious,
What is the big deal,
I know we are all human,
She is like a god to me... What the heck?
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