So today there was a lot of drama on the boards.....
My advise is "YOUR STILL BREATHING" it can't be that bad. All we need is a little love. I realize that the more people have to bitch about the more important they think they feel. Fight a good fight, proooooooove a point, and for what. If your not willing to put your ass on the line for something you believe in and support your are as bad as the things that work against it.
All I'm saying is that before too many people need hand holding or get to pushy remember that we're about to Bomb the SHit out of 500,000 people, is your life that bad? If your reading this the answer is no. Cheer up, make love not war.
THIS IS FOR ANYONE WHO EVER GOT THEIR TEETH KICKED IN AND COULDN'T PREVENT IT FROM HAPPENING.
Moments of justice poetically sleek
To complete the beat
and eradicate the heat of lost minds
seperate and eliminate the boundries of time
that anticipate the GRAND illusion
thus deviate all souls from confusion
BREAD NOT BOMBS
to create peace over war
Runaway brothers and sisters
who contemplate settling the score
and furthermore loose ground
in the face of the everafter
thus finding ways to maintain the disaster
WHERE do you turn to find shelter from the storm?
To remain norm under black skies full of rain
under sad eyes full of pain
a gentle whisper I hear my name
Divine guidence leads the way
A sheep in the pasture I'm lead a stray
so everyday from this week to the next
A maze of confusion my minds perplexed
Drifting gently calm winds blowing
The lord above all powerful and knowing
The powers that be they cover my eyes
Turn me around and knock me down
and fill me with lies.
So now I'm gunning
Hearts running
My back is against the wall
By my journey's end I must make amends
Either now or after the fall
So for now I walk the path less chosen
Where I leave my mark death has spoken
So forgive me now for my life of crime
Full of drugs and women money and wine
My world is gone there is nothing left
My spirit it is brooken
So people please
hear my pleads
my words have left I've spoken.
This poem is about transition in life and all the things we loose and gain, from the worst things to the best, take pride in who you are and what you have. Peace.
My advise is "YOUR STILL BREATHING" it can't be that bad. All we need is a little love. I realize that the more people have to bitch about the more important they think they feel. Fight a good fight, proooooooove a point, and for what. If your not willing to put your ass on the line for something you believe in and support your are as bad as the things that work against it.
All I'm saying is that before too many people need hand holding or get to pushy remember that we're about to Bomb the SHit out of 500,000 people, is your life that bad? If your reading this the answer is no. Cheer up, make love not war.
THIS IS FOR ANYONE WHO EVER GOT THEIR TEETH KICKED IN AND COULDN'T PREVENT IT FROM HAPPENING.
Moments of justice poetically sleek
To complete the beat
and eradicate the heat of lost minds
seperate and eliminate the boundries of time
that anticipate the GRAND illusion
thus deviate all souls from confusion
BREAD NOT BOMBS
to create peace over war
Runaway brothers and sisters
who contemplate settling the score
and furthermore loose ground
in the face of the everafter
thus finding ways to maintain the disaster
WHERE do you turn to find shelter from the storm?
To remain norm under black skies full of rain
under sad eyes full of pain
a gentle whisper I hear my name
Divine guidence leads the way
A sheep in the pasture I'm lead a stray
so everyday from this week to the next
A maze of confusion my minds perplexed
Drifting gently calm winds blowing
The lord above all powerful and knowing
The powers that be they cover my eyes
Turn me around and knock me down
and fill me with lies.
So now I'm gunning
Hearts running
My back is against the wall
By my journey's end I must make amends
Either now or after the fall
So for now I walk the path less chosen
Where I leave my mark death has spoken
So forgive me now for my life of crime
Full of drugs and women money and wine
My world is gone there is nothing left
My spirit it is brooken
So people please
hear my pleads
my words have left I've spoken.
This poem is about transition in life and all the things we loose and gain, from the worst things to the best, take pride in who you are and what you have. Peace.
_sarah_:
*snaps*
polaris:
i love that. everybody just needs a little lovin' sometimes. 