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Orange Carrot, Silver Bream
Yellow Lemon, Warm Ice-cream


Purple Broccoli, Ruptured Splein
Blackbird Poo On My Windscreen


Rabbit Carcass, Maggots Dream
Fish tank Gravy For The Queen


Mashed Potato, Butter And Cream
Japs Eye Wink, Smiley Beam

All My Life I've Been The Same Me,
Full Of Life And Strength,
I've Faced Many Obstacles Along The Way,
I Finally Made It Is What I Say,
I've Had Heartaches And Trials That Have Challenged Every Part Of My Being,
But Through It All My Hope And My Faith Is What I Am Seeing,
Changes Have Come All At Once At Times And Sometimes Seem Overwhelming,
My Tears May Fall,my Heart May Break But I Still Have Hope That You Are My Everything,
Just To See You Smile And Feel You Take My Hand,
Helps Me Realize And Understand,
That You Are Everything I Need.

<MY THOUGHTS> like BEE GEES....

Thoughts were all that I had, I think I was mad ,because all those crazy times...My thoughts
that come when it wants, to turn into romance or just an insane world, it is only thoughts that drive me to deep hole or take me to the top, anyway it goes....
I know after all those times ,dont smoke cigarette or another stuff.... my girl asked me for a time,and she needs thinks and hope that I understand.....
Well now I think I must tell
all those words i have kept
I can´t bear anymore....Oh my
Thoughts were all that I had
I think I am mad for all those times passed, such thoughts that come and that goes, Baby please dont let me alone, without you is really down... my words are all I have, I think I am mad because all those crazy times, my words
are all that I have, that takes me to rest ,when I get excess. , my thoughts will never let me lone,
it always in my heart , untill I finally die

Yesterday when I was sleeping
I had an incredible kind of dream,
we were there, dressed in white
it looked a garden of spirits....
you were so pretty, around of flowers field
the sky was blue and the clouds looked cotton fields
This was my dream I know we were in a garden of spirits
Yesterday I cant forget, the trees were so green
and there was not dead leaves
Oh god I felt me in the heaven, I would like that could be this way
I believe on these sort of thing, I know we were in a
garden of spirits.....
We were in a garden on spirits, in a garden of spirits.

A delicate balance held under
one cool breeze warmed by the sun

Frailty in love fragrantly echoes
deeply carried on birds song

Peace and serenity holds the air
on a vapor trailing thought

Looking around at heather blossoms
withering caught in a web

Silent blowing warm brushing whispers
rustling through the trees golden

Baby blue dressed with mother of pearl
clouds scatter the sky sparsely

Star of the sea beautiful vessel
sails upon salted remains

Your music plays the sweetest strings tug
swims to the heart in each beat

The Inevitability of those that search it
The blame leaches that think they are worth it
Wow es me, its just my luck,
Alas im nice, a usual iq f*ck,
The blame game starts with want,
Followed by blame, friends, them, family and shant,
But its never ones fault for then this leech is visible,
And you see what they want…yours and there life to be both miserable

I know that you barely noticed,

Strange sadness in my eyes that day,

It was almost like you never saw it,

And it looked like abyss with no end,


My grey eyes reminded you the surface of water,

You felt like looking into deep well,

I am the water and i am solitude down there,

It is where i drown in my own sorrow,


That is what you saw inside this well,

That is actually a little piece of Hell,

I'll show you the invisible dimensions of perception,

It's my soul that shines down there,


It lies buried in this beautiful grave,

That used to be place for hopes and dreams,

Come down and shine together with me,

In this flame so vibrant and pure,


This is how i used to melt our souls together,

And when i look above - i still can see the light,

So pure like my eyes used to be,

In the times when you still loved me.

I know that you barely noticed,

Strange sadness in my eyes that day,

It was almost like you never saw it,

And it looked like abyss with no end,


My grey eyes reminded you the surface of water,

You felt like looking into deep well,

I am the water and i am solitude down there,

It is where i drown in my own sorrow,


That is what you saw inside this well,

That is actually a little piece of Hell,

I'll show you the invisible dimensions of perception,

It's my soul that shines down there,


It lies buried in this beautiful grave,

That used to be place for hopes and dreams,

Come down and shine together with me,

In this flame so vibrant and pure,


This is how i used to melt our souls together,

And when i look above - i still can see the light,

So pure like my eyes used to be,

In the times when you stil loved me.

OUR REFLECTION

A boy and his father are walking in the mountains,
suddenly the son falls, hurts himself and screams: 'AAAhhhhhhhhhh!!!'
To his surprise, he hears a voice repeating, somewhere on the mountain: 'AAAhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!'
Curious, he yells: 'Who are you?'
The voice again: 'Who are you?'
Angered at the response, he screams: Coward!'
He receive the answer: 'Coward!'
He looks to his father and asks: 'What is going on?'
The father smiles and says: 'my son, pay attention.'
And then the father screams to the mountain: 'I admire you!'
The voice answers: 'I admire you!'
Again the man screams: 'You are a champion!'
The voice retorts: 'You are a champion!'

The boy was surprised but doesn't understand.

Then the father explains: 'People call this Echo, but really, this is Life.'
It gives you back everything you say or do.
Our life is simply a reflection of our actions.
Life will give you back everything you have given to it.

Our best friends and our worst enemies are the thought we have about ourselves.
Self-image sets the boundaries and limitations for each of our individual accomplishment.
My friend, Zag Ziglar observes,....'What you picture in your mind, your mind will go to work to accomplish.
When you change your picture, you automatically change your performance.'

So, Whatever we attach consistently to the word 'I am,' you will become.

The twang of strings from a distant guitar strumming meticulously, tingled her eardrums.
The climb to her task seemed to stretch for miles.
Hesitation
Perspiration sparkled on her brow.
On top at last the wind swept across and through the fabric that was wearing her.
Instant security overcame her loins then it started
Movement beneath her slow and calculating.
She ran her fingers through her locs, she was feeling free.
The strumming in the distance intensified below her back and forth up and down.
She rolled her tongue over the glossy lipstick on her upper lip.
Where was she?
Whistling, cheering, moisture was developing.
The rhythm underneath her was firmer, swifter.
Her breathing heavier, faster, faster, deeper, deeper, up and down, around.
She felt around her,
The touch something leather.
She opened her eyes, a saddle, lights up down, back, forth; calmer; eyes wider.
The ride on the mechanical bull had come to an end amongst a crowd cheering and applauding.