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It was the melody of being outside and being alien
A floor, four walls and roof
A box to small to hide in
The pulse that runs though everything
Thunder storms with no could covering
Forcing you to see just how strange you are
In a world of clean and cut
Nothing new
Nothing old
Strangers with strange ways don't pass though
Yet it seems half of us are stuck
Strangers in strange places
Left to be loners
Alienated
With sticks and stones and hate full words
To brake are bones and tare holes in are souls
So we rome on circle rodes
Waiting for humanity to see
The alien that lives with in us all
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You called out of the deep blue sky
When twilight was running from the night
Woke me from a fitful sleep
On the verge of dreams
Could this be reality
All the times you wonder in to my mind
When real was fare from itly
When your voice could only be heard in dreams
Now you just across the line
To good it seems
For truth to find
Tears formed begging to fall
But they never made it past my lashes
I willed them back to the portals they traveled from
This was not a sad phone call
Your voice was deep
Deeper then I remember
Perhaps it was from pain
Pain that rocks your mind, body and soul
I wanted to hold you in my arms
Make the demons that fallow you
Run and hide
If only for a short while
At times when it seems
God is not on are side
Though I can’t speak much for Them
Your words pored over me
Like water from a cup
Washing away all the fears
Dirt
That marked my skin
I heard that night
Just how much you love me
How much you want change
I believe in you
With all I am
My hart will always be yours
With all that I am
Yours forever
Erica
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Part One:
Eva of in chanting rib
Seduces Adam to sinful ways
Beckoning him to lay in tall Field of grass were love is made
Lilith looks on with sinful hate
A cast away
The will/her to lay beneath no man born for the same dust and sand
So she fled to heavens gates to be knocked down a succubus
So Adam grow lonely with spoiling fruits
God stole his rib and Eva was born
But it was Lilith who stole her bran
The retarded child God made
Planted the seed that grow the tree to the Apple Eva eats
For ever cursed with unripe children to rain down on hell a place Adam knows well
Part Two:
It rains warm drops of due
On the shaken ground love once grow
A place that lingers in are harts
A place that Lilith hates so much
With open arms she takes the lost
Broken hearted
And
Thous to strange to love
The dead children Eve never grow
In her arms they find warmth
A place were the rain douse not fall
They wonder the mortal realms of life
Taking revenge on thous that wish them harm
Serial killers that never get tried
Not enough jury to condemn the lie
So they rome like lonely souls
Leaving moss and butterfly's were every they go
Taking in thous to lost to see that a knife is not the key
God doesn't love any of us
Even if he douse site beyond the gates of haven
Hell never manifest
Death is just Death
like Breath is life
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LLove is eternal its runs deep with in are soul
Rooting its self
Planted to nurturer and feed
And it consumes me
This love that I have
This love that is for me
That is mine
Yet it seems like everything in this world
Love has a price
A price it seems to much to pay
But were would we be with out this
As time goes on
Loneliness seeps in
A loneliness not even love can comfort
Yet with your picture on my dash bored
I have hope
That love will allow us to cross paths
With passing days
Time grows sad
This love wilting away
Was I destined to be alone?
To feel happens only when the sun grows
In a land were darkness thrives
I find my self trying to hide
In a small patch of light
That is not real
That is not their
Only in my mind
How can I live like this?
When it seems im the only one holding on to a love that is not real
Do you feel it too?
Of cores not
If you did
You would be hear
Not making up lies and reasons why
Why douse love do this to us
To me
Love is eternal its runs deep with in are soul
Rooting its self
Planted to nurturer and feed
And it consumes me
This love that I have
This love that is for me
That is mine
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Emotions are the ropes that hand from tree branches
Blowing in the breeze like Spanish Moss
And from these emotions love is knotted
Love
A nose that suffocates us
While ill feet dangle with gravity toe distends in reach
Yet it is we who allow are selves to dangle
One would thinks o freely
When in reality we kill are selves for what we think beautifully
Perhaps it is best to love from a fare
As long as their worth loving
Dose it mater if they know at all
Why must we string up loves ropes
When we know it will be the death of us
Perhaps love is more a blind mans world
To see beauty in ugly things
You must overcome death the ropes bring
Yet love it seems lives to trick us all
Hidden
Death in life’s clothing
But a one eyes man is king in a blinds man world
Some of us care knives
Cut lose the ropes that strangle us
Left one eye to see for all
A laugh in the face of love
But love you see is a vengeful *****
Can’t stand to not have the last laugh
So for ever on are toes
We dance around love
Leaving the club before were swept away in the mosh pit
Yet love is a shadow we can never seem to stray away from
It calls to us like fear in the dark
Tempting are hearts with visions of those we once loved
So it seems weather we suffocate now or later in are dreams
Love is death
Even for a one eyed king
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The King answered back, "I love you as much as a king can love a son, but I love my people more, and you shall not be king." With anger, the third son raised his fist and spat, ‘When you die, I shall have this land and raise my army of children, forced into acting like men." And with that said, he stormed out, yanking his child servant behind him. Once out beyond the hearing range of their King, the three sons had a meeting. They were never kind to one another, but now, they had a new thing to hate together. So they banded as one to take the throne. The wizard posed and puffed his pipe. “But with them as kings the land would sure fall; would it not?” I couldn’t keep the question in my mouth. “Very wise,” the wizard said, before continuing on. “The three sons pillaged the land, taking the crops, raping the women, murdering the men and stealing the children. The land was at war, except their was no army to save the people from the three sons. The King; he wept from his death bead and called forth his only daughter. ‘My father,’ the daughter wept as she fled to kneel beside the King, ‘I have been waiting for you to call upon me.’ ‘Your brothers have brought ugliness to this land. They are starving the people, raping the women, murdering the men and making solders out of children. I am too weak to stop them from the cruelty they bestow on humanity. What would you do my child to stop them?’ The daughter sat back to think. "The people are scared, they're watching their mothers, sisters and daughters be taken against their will. Their husbands, fathers, brothers and sons are getting slaughtered before their eyes, and their children are being ripped from their arms, and their stomachs are full and blotted with hunger."Tears slid down the daughters cheeks, ‘I shall go into the villages. I shall ease back the pain with courage, and together we shall rise in a revolt against the evils my brothers have laid forth. With love and hope and truth we shall overcome the hatred that has swept through this land." The King smiled and spoke, "My daughter, I love you as much as a father loves his daughter and I see that you love the people just as much. Go forth, and save your people from those that wish them harm." The King kissed his daughter on the forehead with his dying breath.
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Times are hard
Yet it seems to have always been that way
We all seem to have the weight of the world on are shoulders
Forgotten how to share the lode with are brothers and sisters
Forgotten how to lend a helping hand
While others flourish
Others suffers
The ghettos have grown
Fare from the plantations slaves were kept on
Is it fear that allows us to let are brothers suffer
Segregated by what they never accomplished
Left with anger asking why they will never be good enough
So they take what they can never have
Stealing slices from the pies left cooling in window seals
For their crimes they get punished
Jailed behind not only bars
But the backs of those that have succeeded
They still feel the chances that bound their grandfathers
I’m not making excess or justifying what some brothers do
We all chose what we will do
So why is it that we let sing mothers struggle
When the hardest thing they do is have to tell their kids why daddy doesn’t love them
But they thanks God for their kids, even when no one else loves them
Working the only two jobs they can
When it takes four just to make ends meet
They try so hard to make a life they never had
Keep their kids from behind bars
But you can’t keep your eyes on your kids all the time
And when things go south
They blame the mothers
When they should blame them selves for not helping out
So moms go home and scream and cry
Because their babies are falling and they don’t know how to help them
Times are hard
But they have always seemed to be that way
So we hold on to childhood dreams
Hoping that we will someday have that house with a white picket fens
Yet fairy tales seem to only be for moves
And that it seems will be the way things will stay
Like having money for war
But not enough to feed the poor
What has this world crumbled to?
A death land Satin would love to have
Unless we can look deep with in are selves
Grab the hands of are lost families
And pull them from this poverty
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Take my hand victims of hate don’t be afraid
I’ll pull you up and away from this place
Come with me into the night
We will walk down lanes of soft moon light
Come to me lonely souls
Fight for your right to be heard
Open your eyes sunshine
Day light has casted a hazy glow
Were not alone
Others walk this hidden path as well
Put down the knifes that carve your flesh
Sew up the wounds that bleed and fester with loves string
Take their hands
Hold them tight
Reassure the need to stay
For we all fear the fall back into abandonment
Cradle the young left on the streets
Fill their hunger by staying with in arms reach
Let us walk as one
A line that reaches shore to shore
For we are strong and loved
When we remember are hand are linked as one
Let your feet stomp down hate
Your hart sing songs of strength
Don’t let genocide harts think their forgotten
Let them find sanctuary in are rebel arms
For hatred has wounded and scared us all
Take them up and sooth their fears
Listen to their stories of war in time when it seems so unfair
Do not weep alone my loves
Let your tears falls on the shoulders of use that have healed some
Rubbing your back to sooth cocking sobs
We all must weep when things have become too much to bear
For you are not alone nor week
Even when others pass over you as if you’re unseen
So to all my passer bys
Bullies
Racist
And you that pray upon the “week”
I can not hate that what you are
But I will rebel agents that what you do
For us who you hate and torment out number you
One day you will feel the wrath of what hate can do
And when you do…………..
Even you may join are line
For even you will cry
Even you will feel alone
Even you will one day want to die
Perhaps you all ready do
Perhaps now you see
We all need love
Love from and for each other
We are all human
Even you
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Promises brake like shattering glass
The night cries out for the light
Stars replaced with water droplets
Friends you thought you had were never their
Just reflections in the merrier
Can't catch smoke with finger grabs
And when is all said and done
You remember the real reason you when numb
You cried so hard you almost puked
How could the strongest love you knew
Turn so violently agents you
And when you look around for comfort
All you find is a empty bead and cold blanket
You tried so hard to lessen when others have problems
Yet when it comes time for you to unload
Everyone seems to vanish, alien abductions
Is this why scorpions huddle together when its cold
They know they can only find comfort with in them selves, crazy psycho killers
And it seems that no matter where you go
You meet dead ends and every rode
You get so tiered of being lost you don’t care who finds you
Not even a cannibal, hush now lambs
And you get so angry you hold the world hostage, bank robbers
And you have a grudge with everyone for no apparent reason, Oscar
Maybe its because you know happy endings don’t exist
Life sucks
And then you die
Only to be unsatisfied
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I’m E coming at you from the darkness
No light can penetrate the blackness my mind indulges in
Like smock from the refer ill seep into your brains through your earlobes
Spreading rotting thoughts no sanity can over come
Ill seep in and **** up all your memory cords, brain dead
Brain dead, ill leave you brain dead
Opps their goes the trigger now
You’re cheating girlfriends brains splattered on the refrigerator now
Big man now
For get about that ***** break that down fluffy green crumbling kef on your finger tips
**** man pass it
Couse when you smock that dope you get lost among the rope don’t look now
Here comes my fingers pocking your eyes out now
Look at the big man now
CEO of some petty corporation now
Taking change from the pockets of the ghetto to by supped up pools
For reassessed millenaries in million dollar homes now
Big man now
Living the big dream now
But money only buys greed
Spoiled children and lose wives
Look at the big man now
Can’t keep his kids from mouthing off now
Can’t keep his wife off the pool boy now
Big man now
Can’t keep his family around
Because when you smock that dope you get lose among the rope
Don’t look now here comes the pool boy ****ing the *****out of your wife now
Big man now
CEO of Viagra now
Filled to the brim with anger now
CEO of Viagra with a gun in his hands now
Two taps to the head
Kids can’t mouth off now
Your wife screams and cry’s out with pool boy brains all up in her mouth
Four taps she dead
Can’t **** around now
Big man now
Filled to the brim with gilt now
Wont need Viagra were he’s going now
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