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In death I kissed the night and the night embraced me in it's ominius fingers... and now I live again.... |
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I want better lighting "Theater is life Cinama is art Television is furniture." |
The ones I have loved where never ment to be loved.... and the love I have shared is kindered from above....and the happiness I felt was a shallow retreat from the everlasting hell that pulls at my feet..... liveing in a daydream, never knowing light....giveing up my soul, without even a fight...... if life is pleasure and pleasure is pain, then the suffarge I feel shall grow without aim....time is an unending sorrow so true..... tears that fall are falling for you......never look back once you spread your wings, ignore your past and all that it brings...I am foolish... I must confess.....so I fall into nothingness.....to watch from a distance as you succed....filling every heartless need, careing not the lives you hurt.....shoveing hearts into the dirt... in vainity you wage a war, to hurt the ones you loved before..and when you turn around that day, to see what has led you astray, the only thing you will find is the one that you left behind, she follows you knowing that one day, you will come back to her and pray, forgivness for your attitude and what it has done to you,hopes and prayers and dyeing dreams is all she meets you with it seems, cause eyes have closed to your deceit.... and love has turned upon it's feet.....now you know what it is like, to wage a war, with someones life....
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You can have my heart, if you can see inside, and you can have my love, when there is no where else to hide, and all I own is this body and soul, but if it makes you happy, you can have it all....... |
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The Gift "Oh that I were an angel, I could give you what you deserve, All that I have is my life that you may take it." Blown Away "And now I have faded Blown away by the ever present wind" Poetry by---------(William Schindler) my poetry to Will.... Bright angels are we...the poets the dreamers... the weightless lovers in this surreal piece of artistry... the paintings,ethched onto a canves of dreams...so little time left is how it may seem... Go ahead Will...bring me back, reach out your arms and hold this cat...l ittle green eyed lover,you used to know so well....nothing left of her but this empty feline shell... cold and ruthless she prowls the night, open her arms and take to flight, it's your time to shine, make it happen... come true, I will always be here...in this empty room for you... |
she stood on the bridge stareing down at the water....the last final breath before the sad slaughter.... the innocent victem so sad yet so true....for she has nothing to live for if she doesn't have you.... she steps up to her fate, she knows what to do, there can be no more lies now only the truth. So spread your arms wide and close your green eyes.....welcome the sun with one finale stride..... no guilt no regrets no tears shall fall....you where born for this part...your one finale role....it's ok to let go....free you sad soul.... just one more dead body to put in a hole....you thought you where happy....you know you where wrong, not ment to live... sing one last song.....then close your green eyes, and let yourself fall...nothing to live for....nothing at all....
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