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_(I STILL THINK ABOUT YOU )_


EVERY TIME I SEE A MOTOR CYCLE I THINK OF YOU.



I AM ALWAYS REMINDED OF YOU,



NO MATTER WHERE I SEEM TO GO OR WHAT I DO.



WHEN I SEE ORANGE I CANT HELP BUT TO THINK ABOUT HOLDING ON TO YOU,



ON THE BACK OF YOUR BIKE.



I WAS ALWAYS DOWN FOR THE RIDE.




NO REGRETS, I HAD A GOOD TIME.




EVERY TIME YOU LOOKED INTO MY EYES I KNEW THAT YOU WERE THE GUY.




THAT IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR ALL THIS TIME.



YOU TOLD ME THAT EVERYTHING WAS GOING TO BE ARIGHT.


AND NOW I UNDERSTAND ALL OF YOUR LIES.




BUT I STILL THINK ABOUT YOU FROM TIME TO TIME.




I STILL THINK ABOUT YOUR SLOW SOFT KISSES.



AND I NEVER WANTED TO GO THROUGH THIS.



BUT I HAD A FEELING YOU WOULD DO THIS.



BUT IM NOT TO SUPRISED IM USED TO IT.



WRITTEN BY KARA YOST 2009 DO NOT COPY

TAKE A STEP BACK




OVER POPULATED AND CROWDED WITH PEOPLE.


SCARED WOMEN WITH HUSBANDS THAT BEAT THEM.


PARENTS THAT BEAT THEIR KIDS AND MISS TREAT THEM.


PEOPLE DIE EVERY DAY AND LIFE DOESNT STOP FOR ANYONE.


YOU CAN NEVER GET BACK WHAT HAS AREADY BEEN LONG GONE.


TAKE A STEP BACK AND REALIZE WHAT YOU HAVE.


BEFORE YOU RELAIZE THAT ITS ALL JUST THE PAST.


EVERY THING YOU HAVE IS NOW AT ONCE WHAT YOU HAD;


AND MORE INPORTANTLY THERE IS NOTHING LEFT.


STEP BACK AND REALIZE THAT LIFE IS A CHOICE;


YOU HAVE TO LIVE YOUR OWN LIFE AND FIND YOU OWN VOICE.



TAKE A STEP BACK AND SEE


WHAT LIFE IS WORTH...........AND WHATS


IMPORTANT TO SEE AND WHAT


YOU LIVE OR WHOULD DIE FOR.


WRITTEN BY KARA YOST 2009

Come follow the intuitive wind
Spiral with the symphony of the storm
Let destiny take form

Become with the changes
Succumb away together how
Skip the pages
Become today forever now

Freeze the ticking hours maybe
Seize the passion showers
Start licking our sweet flowers baby

Let’s just stop n' begin stealing in the feeling
Generating our meaning
Conceiving our pleasure
Pleasing our treasure

Time to capture the endless night
Fracture what they think right
Overpower the present
Shower the pleasant

Become free in our serene trance
See n' realize
From the requesting dance
In our eyes

Let’s just feel today
Give away
Lay away n' sail today

Stressfree 09

Random acts of vengence
just so hate can breed
Those of us who hurt ourselves
are victums of our greed

A pergatory of permanance
a place to place your brain
Because once you look inside yourself
you'll never be the same

Poetic propoganda
to make you think your free
Don't believe a word you heard
unless it came from me

Self inflicted sorrow
lies consume our lives
Life repeats itself
and in the end everybody dies

Apcolyptic exile
ashes of pain
Death, deatn, death
F**k the world and all the rest

I create
I destroy
I recreate
and destroy again

The world is such a wonderful place
When we stop to look
What wonderful things words can be
When we read a book

We have been given such wonderful things
From the Lord above
All of us were sent these gifts
Wrapped up in his love

He gave us the plants and trees
And the birds and bees
Lest not forget the rivers and seas
All the animals on the open plains
And for all the knowledge
For inventions like cars and trains

But the most wonderful gift to us all
Are all the babies that are born
Who will grow up so strong and tall
But first they have to learn how to crawl

From children into adults that are worldly wise
To see what we have seen with their adult eyes
At the wonderful world of which we all live
And instead of keep taking, see what we can give

The world is indeed a wonderful place
So remember its gifts with a smile on your face
And thank the Lord for all the joy it brings
And praise the world for its wonderful gifts

Yesterday seemed all I had
Tomorrow is all I am wanting

Feeling this pale blue sad
Chasing away this imaginary haunting

This is just part of the soul
Being in the valley of low

Today is the time to take a stand
Calm down and finally land

Take in what we want to need
Make it take speed
No need to think of
We are on the brink of

Let it show we are destined to glow
I sense the immaculate crystal clue
Condense the eternal vibrant flow
My brown eyes are no longer pale blue

Please allow me to show and tell
I promise this fairy tale will cast a beautiful spell

It’s only in our minds, the pain
It’s time for laughter in the rain
Come and let us go beyond the visualized far this time
And dance on the valentine
There is no dangerline

It may have been her lips of red
Beset with teeth of pearl
It may have been her golden her
Glowing with tussled curl

It could have been her silky thighs
Or the thoughts of the silk betwixt
But mostly it was friday nights
When she joined me at the pub to get pissed

life has some funny ways of showing us just how stupid we are.

The Artful Dodger met Oliver Twist
"I'll be your friend,if you really insist, now come with me and we will see a great old man, who's names is Fagan"
Dodger took him to Fagans lair, a tall skinny man with long unkempt hair.
"Meet Oliver Fagan, he's hungry inside"
Fagan turned around, and with his eyes did spy
"So Oliver me boy, do you want to live here"
"Yes please sir" Oliver said and gave out a cheer
"Good boy" said Fagan "you've nothing to fear, lets play a game, so come over here"

Dodger and his mates filled Fagans coat, with jewels,and silk scarves, Fagan did gloat.
"Show him boys" he said, and they all danced with glee, who removed the gifts, as easily as can be.
"So you see my boy it's only a game, but don't get caught, or we'll be in the frame"
Knock knock at the door it was Nancy who came, a good looking girl, so slender a dame.
"Open up Fagan its me Bill Sykes" a huge big man, with a dog by his leg "Bullseye sit down" it dared not beg.
"Come hear boy" he said to Oliver Twist, and held firm to Olivers wrist.
"Tonight my son, you are with me, but beware my boy do not cross me"
That night Oliver and Bill went to a house "get in their boy, and be quite like a mouse" Oliver went in and picked up some swag, and gave it to Bill, who put it in a bag. "Good boy" he said "now lets get you home"
Next day Oliver went out with Dodger and the boys, who tricked a gent, by making some noise, and stole some money, which they thought was funny, But quick was the man, who looked at them all, and grabbed Oliver, who was now caught, who was taken to court, but the man took pity, what a shame poor boy alone in this city. He took him home, and looked after him, as Oliver Twist was his next of kin.

in the cover's pillow under head, sandman's comin, good night to loved one's said . . . . a gentle stretch of legs as toes touch the end, out in the open asleep mind chill's they send . . . . a surreal ahhh crosses dormant thought, then conscious says what you forgot . . . . a stirr as ur ready for that late night flight, settle back in the pillow as wake's that you fight . . . . it's now 3:02 hmmm another restless night:)