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Live and live betterThe lessons learned in lifeLet lovers live and loveAs never loved previously.With wonders what weWatch wraps around our mindsThe why, how, who, what when.Each and any instanceEternalized effortlessly,It amazes every time.No mistake made moreThan needed toMemorize the morals.
My voiceI wish I had a voice.A better voice.The voice in my head,The sound of my soulCan be heard only by me.How could this have happened?This bubbling murkI am forced to call my 'voice'.It squeaks, and grates,And folds like aCloth when I need it most.I hate it so,This deep, gravelly thing.I hide it, behind a higher, lighter one.It is fake. The adrenaline is to blame.This terrible noise!Why can't I make the choiceTo have a voice of my own?Words: my medium,My material, my modus.Yes, I pour my heartOnto paper.But I am forcedTo allow the readerTo read.Why could the listenerNot listen?The sweet sugary Darin,Hangs upon the very air!Israel, the timeless tunesHe crafted fall upon theDelighted ear!Why must myEmotion delve and writheIn through the ear?A worm, a parasite,A disease made of sound!But a voice changes!Don't fret, it will come around!Do you not hear the din?Can you not realize the wreckThat is my toneless tune?That wonderful place inside my head,How
2012: a love songIt's the big two zero one twoBaby, let me tell youI've thought this one throughWhen the world starts dying around usYou're the one I'm gonna hold on to.When the zombies rise upAnd the aliens attackYou can hole up with meIn the local radio shack.You know I hear the plague victimsScreaming off their headsBut when you're around I feel likeI'm home dreaming in my bed.It's the big two zero one twoBaby, let me tell youI've thought this one throughWhen the world starts dying around usYou're the one I'm gonna hold on to.When the Old Ones awakeAnd C'thulu comes backI'm gonna procreate with youAnd rebuilt the human race from scratch.When the ice caps meltAnd the oceans start to riseI want to kiss away your tearsAnd look deep into your eyes.It's the big two zero one twoBaby, let me tell youI've thought this one throughWhen the world starts dying around usYou're the one I'm gonna hold on to.When the sirens start to wailAnd the zombies learn to run,You know I've got
Apples and such memories.Back home, the apple trees are now in bloom,The cool night air enchanted by their scent,The thrills of young love 'neath the copper moon!Ah, for just one more young summer's eve sweetly spentbefore I met the world's unfair intent.What treasures would I gladly give?What secrets told unto me would I sell,For one short night with my love to relive.Oh, to speak to her, the things I would tellThat I should have said before the tolling bell!She is gone now, from this dark and dreary world.Those few short years she lived her lifePale to the eternal summers as they once unfurled.I recall the apples in my times of strife,And shed my tears for my departed wife.
Love: an in depth analysis of a singular quantityLove is one of the hardest things to describe.But perhaps I can make an attempt.Love falls under the category of a relationship. Any two people who have ever met have some kind of relationship. Love is a positive one. There are three basic kinds of relationships. Neutral, under which can fall business partnerships, acquantancies, or friendly competition; Love, which includes such feelings as liking, lust, friendship, and family ties; and Hate, under which falls mild dislike, enemies, and vengeance.Now, no relationship is the same. Imagine a relationship like a color. Every color is different from any other color. If you pick a color, such as blue, it can be broken down in to thousands of different shades of blue. Sometimes the color will gain significance based on the colors surrounding it, or the location of said color. Like colors, relationships rely on details like this to gain significance and become unique.Now, unlike a color, a relationship is always changing. Pulsating, grow
ExpanseWe live in this world of delusionwhere death is a stranger to all.What could have caused this illusion?What terror has our minds in its thrall.The answer, quite simply, is sanity itself.That has blinded us from seeing the world.So hang up your courage, put your pride on the shelf,and watch as the cosmos unfurl.Tremble at the height of the nebulaas through time and space you explore,Shiver at all the minutiathat has never been looked at before.
The Hug SongThat fuzzy feeling in your chestThe one that never stops or restsThat bubbles, burbles, foams and frothsAnd churn in your belly like so many moths.It'll tip your topAnd won't ever stopGiving you that kickAnd you'll love every minute.That ear-splitting grinHovering o'er your chinIt's a dead giveaway.Doesn't it just make your day?It'll tip your topAnd won't ever stopGiving you that kickAnd you'll love every minute.So girl or boy or otherwiseJust hug 'em till your hearts both flyHug 'em good and long and trueShow them how much they mean to you!