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The wheels turn the noise echos on the tracks voices heard chit a chat music loud deafens ones ears
One longs for peace and solitude
Destination known
One travels to destinations end

where one goes one is unknown till one arrives

when it rains,
i am thinking about
my childhood.
i had a dream to become famouse.
i tried so much to get the top,
but failed many times.
i couldnt stop it,
because i want to win,
like the sky,
which trying by pouring water to earth
as it rains,
to make the earth to a big sea.
but it tring every time,
untill its dream become true...

dreams are like flowers
every one like dreams
some dreams are beautifull
some of them are bad as
flowers with bad smell
some dreams are liked to be long
and others are short.
but every one need dreams
and as they need flowers.

For is your sweetness born of strife and pain?
A bleeding wound brought forth by razor lips.
Like oceans drowning 'neath the heaven's rain,
Your soul, it now upon these shadows sips?
But do those shadows quench that burning thirst?
Or does it, like a lonely dune, persist?
And empty rooms may close upon you cursed,
But soon the light will burn away the mist.
For in you burns the flames of loves unrest,
The burning pyres releasing you to dream.
Don't let lies sleep heavy upon your breast,
When breaking through is easy as a scream.

So scream upon the breaking of the day,
And drop your chains and let them fall away.

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Believe in God
and the things he can do,
Believe in the wisdom, and
strength he has giving you.

With a little more faith day by day
God will help us along the way.

Believe in tomorrow and what God can do
let the power of his love carry you throught.

BANISHED

SO LIKE DIG THIS, IT WAS MY BEST FRIEND ALAN'S FUERAL BUT I WAS BANNED
WELL SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO THINK TWICE BEFORE YOU UNDERSTAND
THEY THOUGHT ME A MURDERER, AS IF I HAD TAKEN HIS LAST DAYS
THE THING THEY DIDN'T KNOW WAS ALAN AND I WERE BOTH LOST IN A MAZE

THEY LOOKED AT ME AS IF I WERE SCUM, TRASH AND DISPENSIBLE
WELL IF YOU ASK ME THEY WERE ACTING LIKE THAT BECAUSE THEY WEREN'T SENSIBLE
HAD THEY SEEN THROUGH THE CURTAIN I WASN'T THE ONE PULLING ALAN'S STRINGS
BUT DENIAL AND TRANSFERENCE ARE WHAT DEATH TOO OFTEN BRINGS

AS A MATTER OF FACT NO ONE AT ALL COULD TELL ALAN WHAT TO DO
ALAN WOULD SWALLOW A HANDFULL WHILE I JUST A FEW
THAT WAS ALAN, SO ALIVE HE THOUGHT HE'D BE ALIVE PAST ME FOR SURE
BUT NO ONE KNOWS HOW ONE WILL REACT TO A WORM ON A HOOK OR A LURE

SO THE USHERS USHERED ME OUT BY ALAN'S MOTHER'S DEMAND
AND I DIDN'T GO EASY, THEY HAD ME BY MORE THAN MY HAND
I REMEMBER HEARING THE SISTER AND OH HOW SHE CRIED
WHILST I, HIS BEST FRIEND, WEPT LOUDLY OUTSIDE
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My childhood was left behind
Now i am an old man
Forgiving mankind
i do my utmost as i can

Love laces in order to bind
Sometimes i feel like an icy pan
Human touch that i don´t find...
Maybe i am your unknown fan

You know you aren´t mine
As far as i see
i couldn´t reach...

There isn´t sunshine
Oh my honey bee
At this naked beach

A sonnet ordered me Violante,
in my life I have been in such a predicament;
fourteen lines say it's sonnet
mocking derision go three ahead.

I thought it could not find consonant
and I'm in the middle of another quartet,
but if I look in the first triplet,
there is nothing in the quartets that I afraid.

For the first triplet am getting,
and it seems I went on right
the end with this verse I will give.

I'm in the second and even suspect
I'm running the thirteen verses:
fourteen reckon and it's done.

The twinkle in your eye
The smile upon your lips
The way you look at me
Or the way your touch feels

Why do I know its love
How does this feeling ring true
Without saying a word you told me
But do you feel the same way too

I guess all i can say is I love you
And pray that your heart is in tune
This is a scary place for me to be
But thats what make it rewarding to me

A love as gentle as a tear
and larger than the sun
In a single lifetime
There can only be just one.

Flowing fields of green
and colors of the fall
Crispness of a snowflake
Springtime and it's thrall.

The seasons of my heart
surround my years with you
An everturning circle of my love
so blindly true.


I think of you each morning,
each day, and every night
More beautiful than the starry
skies
Is you within my site.

Fields of flowers
have no beauty
Cloudless skies are dark.
My head's a whirling maelstrom
Threatening if you should part.

You are the right to what is wrong,
you are the music to my song.
A melody, a march, a waltz that
dances through my brain
In cold or drought-you are the sun
In springtime you're the rain.

Your words are like a petal soft
Evoking such desire
Your embrace a major motion
That sets my soul on fire.

When first we met I knew at last
my other half was found
Raising my spirits in delight
my feet off of the ground.

How could I dare to think that such
a gift as you devine
Would hold the world together and
that you were only mine.

Endlessly together is my wish for you and me,
from all there is, to all that's naught,to all that eer will be.