of the shadow of death
and I'll lie in green pastures
'til you carry me home


An Introduction To MeAn Introduction To MeAn Introduction To Me
Sunday, September 09, 2007 1:00 AM
Me, eh? Thats an interesting concept. Acourse youll have to take into account all worldly things pertaining to I in order to achieve an unbiased full understanding (or at least introduction) of who I am. And that I shall do. I am I, though I am not Rastafari; however I do follow a one revolutionary by the name of Jesus. I go out on a Saturday night, have a few beers, a coffee, and a few smokes, and attend a systematic routine of salvation on Sunday morning its not quite as a pa


She Reminds Meshe resides in shallow roads of entertainment but treats them with disdain, much as I did a certain disconnection radiates and her very nature seems to flow a different wayShe Reminds Me
she wears long skirts every day leaving a trail of colourful, reserved self-confidence with every step another smile and no end in sight; except Friday
she interrupts my writing with a pleasant surprise one that throws back the clock and stokes a fire inside but ceases to amaze me
she radiates potential with every inch of her body; her straight shoulder length red-tinged hair


Matchbook Poetrymatchstick poetry and a ticket for two to the revelry and a ball opening night on a sundayMatchbook Poetry
a haberdasher quietly works away in the corner of your warehouse you've not a clue where he came from
well maybe it's blue Sundays that put you in a state like this but I can't restrict myself from pointing out the irony on a night like tonight on the town
the words don't make it your silent retreat dignifies your stance on issues such as opinions narratives Escher and all the other shit tha


The Ballad of Dozen Doobie DanThe fuzz came a blazin in their rocket roller skates Lookin for a man from the United States Said he called himself doobie dozen DanThe Ballad of Dozen Doobie Dan
Wanted on three accounts of stickin it to the man
Now Id never met the cat they talked about But bein behind bars I can do without So I figured that id cooperate Twist things round till the hour got late
So I started in tellin how he came through here Sold me some dope and drank all my beer How he used to make cotton candy down at the fair But not to bother goin an lookin for him there
I kept on talking bout this guy I


Pray to FeelDeath and I, about to convergePray to Feel
I plead for life and death to not merge
Arms outstretched, I look for the light
To breakaway, from this endless night
Shadows lurk, darkness creeps
But slowly the sunlight starts to seep
I start to hope, I pray to feel
The warmth that looks, oh so real
But as I walk I feel that icy touch
And wonder if I prayed for to much
Now on the ground, I creep down to a lay
And laying there I slowly started to say
“Angel bright, life-in-death;
Get off the road, don’t suck my breath”
The coldness left, my breath returned


Find yourselfFind yourself.Find yourself
Open your eyes,
look at the world. Do you see what
you want to see?
Or is everything
an illusion?
Everything is changing, are you who you want to be in this life?
No? You are torn in half by trying to find yourself. Stop!
Let the future happen
and the past be put
to rest. Life is worth living, not to hide from.
Reach inside yourself,
find the ambition which
is needed to throw
caution into the wind.
To truly find yourself,
you need to live life to
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