StrikeAnywhere
Gift PremiumI'm not married but there's no option that says "in relationship" so yeah, it's close enough. I have a baby girl and I'm only on here to brows pictures so please don't email me or anything.
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Thursday, July 15, 2004, 4:31:22 PM- I'm proud of this one. Just wrote it, critique is welcome. PM me and I might tell you what it's about. | ||
"Rebel" Oh mother can ye forgive your rebelious son as he marches on roads that go far from home. They tell me we're heros, tell me we've won, but I wont believe it till we stand alone. I heard that peace talks would start, to try to end this war. Brought joy to my lonely heart to be so close to what we fought for. I packed my bags for Christmass to be home with you was going to bring home gifts from my travels afar. When those talks did fail, I knew it was true that I'd loose my simple life to this long bloody war... The blood on the pavement, the hills, and the fields. The blood on my hands, my boots, and my shield. I know that I wont be home this new years eve! Far too many lost their lives, death's comin for me. Death's comin for me Death's comin for me Far too many lost their lives Death's comin for me I can only pray to God that my life has bought freedom and liberty for loved ones back home. Those ideals we hold so close, for which we have fought... have cost many a young lads life, no one here dies alone | ||
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Thursday, July 15, 2004, 7:06:33 AM- A poem written about all the soldiers on both sides of WWI. | ||
“The Next Trench” I march alone on this desolate road Towards seductive death it seems The next trench, the next hill I feel a cold hand gripping me Far away, far away from all those I love To fight and to die for my countrymen A mile of land bought with thousands of lives is acceptable, or so they say in Washington So along this icy road we all must march Taking up the cross to fight for this worthy cause Till the next trench, next hill, where more must die Where the thunder of guns can tell a tale of more young lives lost…. I can only pray that maybe soon I'll see my home again not be burried in a shallow grave in foriegn sands! As my strength and will to live begin to fade... my prayers aren't answered to see my home land.... So I march ever on, down this unnamed road To spill my blood because my country has called to me I march and I die because it’s all that I know Maybe in the next trench, on the next hill, I’ll be set free… | ||
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Thursday, July 15, 2004, 6:54:21 AM- "Letters To Myself" | ||
I see the pain etched on your face The look of betrayal as he takes your place You didn’t know what to do I see that now You knew you had to escape but didn’t know how! You feel you’re dieing like you’re all alone You’re tired of trying, your trust in her thrown There’s nothing left here to keep you smiling But I thought there was enough to stop you dieing! But just think of her for one last second! This is her life not yours not mine! She’s entitled to be happy my friend! Yes she can move on just like you or I! So set a smile on your face for her Bury you tears in a deep dark place for her Be happy she’s happy though you’re not Though you hate this with all you’ve got! I see the agony as you turn away Knowing these will be the last words you say You leave her with a happy image … Though your light in life is slowly dimming The pain is no longer stretched across your face As I write this to you I know you’ve found your place I know it wasn’t personal you just couldn’t take the pain…. No one told you in advance that love’s no game…. | ||
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Sunday, July 11, 2004, 4:19:13 AM- "The She" another sad one, I'm in a peachy mood. | ||||||
“The She” She walks in circles Not knowing really where to go She spins and twirls Smiling though she knows it isn’t true The lies they tell her keep her Standing right in place The lies they tell her make her falsely feel she's safe. She knows they’re lying, but she dearly needs to believe The world outside turns, but her world seems to freeze…. She sits at her window and prays to God Planning a great escape… She wont run she will not leave For such simple things it is too late From the mists he appears beneath her barred window. Scared that he will loose her to her fears, he scales the walls, and holds her there.... And in his arms she finds escape though not enough it seems for in his arms she died that night.... her fire going out before it could gleam.... | ||||||
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Saturday, July 10, 2004, 4:09:13 AM- Poem ... bit on the downside | ||||||
"Wilt Away" Tears like blood from a slit wrist... have been flowing from my eyes thinking of the day we first kissed and how I've lost you .... goodbye.... I twirled you in my arms and now I'm an unhappy memory I rescued you in the park now you pray you'll be forgetting me.... And in the field a bottle of strawberry wine, the sun and the wind flowing through your hair... my eyes met yours, your hand in mine.... heh, so sure that love was in the air... But those days are just a wilting flower I hold onto pain, not onto you All our vaunted love has gone sour... I'm left sitting here, wondering if any of it was true. Blood like tears from a wheeping eye.... has been flowing down my wrist.... And incase I don't get to say goodbye... I'll never regret that first kiss .... | ||||||
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Tuesday, July 6, 2004, 4:47:30 PM- | ||
This is how I cope with you and your mind fuck way of showing you love me. With a rope, a knife, and a couple valuum. This is how I'll get over you. You said "You'll do fine, just hold your head up high, you'll make it out alive, I know you will." Fuck you! And they say to just hang in there I'd rather just be hanging there, all alone in my tree tonight. In the bathroom drinking to my death, while you're in the livingroom wishing you were dieing, isn't that ironic? This is how I'll get over you. You said "you'll do fine, just hold your head up high, you'll make it out alive, I know you will." Fuck you! And they said I think you should just be alone for a while, I'd rather drink down this vial Cheers to my demise. And your eyes all blood shot tell me a story of how we are not, and I cry and you wish I would just leave .... but wont you be my friend? And this is how I'll get over you! You said "you'll do fine, just hold your head up high, you'll make it out alive, I know you will." Fuck You! And I'll just hold up my head till I'm down far enough! | ||
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Tuesday, July 6, 2004, 4:35:39 PM- An anti-drug song I wrote. | ||
(intro) I wanna make it a drug free society I want to be there when everybody sees That substances wont go away they're a problem on our streets A problem that will stay! (bridge) It isn't just the cliche junky on the street It isn't just that begger, beggin at your feet! It's probably your daughter, suckin dick for coke! It might be your son! Takin it for dope! (chorus) And you can't do a thing, untill you're willing to fight! Take the law into your own hands, the state is on their side! And if you wanna know how to do your part How to make their little world fall all apart All you gotta do to administer the cure is pick up a gun! KILL YOUR LOCAL DRUG DEALER! (verse) You know you see it every fuckin day! Your best friend in high school got involved and passed away! And you just sat there, like a fuckin tool! You still do nothing! Thinkin everything is cool! Wishin you could help him, regret eats you to this day! It's a problem everywhere, and it wont go away (verse) It's a war on the streets and we suffer losses every day. The state wont support us, "you must find a legal way" Yeah, so over crowd the jails, let them out in time so they can get back on the streets and commit the same old crime! (chorus) Kill your local drug dealer! Or he'll end up killing you! Kill your local drug dealer! Or your suburban dream is through! Kill your local drug dealer! And make your life of use! Kill your local drug dealer! And we'll someday end the abuse! | ||
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Tuesday, July 6, 2004, 4:30:52 PM- What will eventually be a poem, but is for now a ramble. | ||
I refuse to believe the words you say, they're lined with lies, bolstered by the party line. Watch the news at 10, soak in your daily lies, as they take away your rights before your eyes. Find out for yourself, look at the facts, don't wait for an honest politician to tell the truth. The truth is there is no honesty in politics, just power, greed, and glutony. We're told we're represented equally, look at the facts, we aren't looked at with one ounce of impartiality! Go ahead drag me down! I'll rise right the fuck up! Bring down your walls! Destroy your gilded halls! Burn you down! I'll burn you down! I choose not to burn the flag, I'd rather burn the fuckers that hide behind it! For their lies! For their borderline genocides! For their laws structured to keep the rich up and keep the poor down! For their fucked up and corrupt use of the white house as holy ground! Into the ground! Clean slate for a wanna be police state! | ||
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Sunday, July 4, 2004, 5:11:25 PM- Another song I wrote ... | ||
There is a new battle ground yeah it's fought on by corrupt companies and you'll hear guns blareing in surround sound be testing subjects for the drug companies We'll end up dieing before old age all the chemicals in what we eat and try the new shit it's all the rage yeah I wont be yours I'll die before defeat When did we trade liberty for excess trade all our freedom for success Soon enough our economy will regress and all you'll have is empty regrets There's a battle and you're on the front line taking bullets for your government and You'll hear the guns till it's to late you're liein on the ground with a bullet in your back It's too late to go back to how it was freedom isn't free blood is shed revolution is our cry we have just cause put a bullet in corruptions head And when they come into your home to sell you the product of the day will you be a mindless tv drone? Or will shut the door in their face? Every pocket in D.C.is lined with the living of an honest person "We have a moral government" they lied Tell that to the jobless man! Took his company and traded it over seas! Put him and his family out on their knees! Beggin for cash from the rich white upper class! Burn the rich, the corrupt, and the white trash! Cause if we don't start with violence We'll be stopped by it! If we don't start to dig our way out we'll be burried in it! | ||
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Sunday, July 4, 2004, 5:03:05 PM- Poem cause I CAN | ||
Come on join the firing line If you're too affraid to fight on the front line I'm sure you'll have such an agile purest White chalk outline There's no reason to be alive If you're too affraid to die, I never knew you were so fragile. You'll be wheat to the scythe... This is war not discontent There will be no more oppression Fortify or throw your arms up high screaming: "fuck it all" I'm still gonna burn down the capitol. God is in the white house planning how he'll make the whole world drown. I pledge alleigance to the freedom to burn that cesspit down Open your eyes, atleast if I die, I went down with my fist up high Wake up and bring that fascist down! Set him aflame surrounded by his lies! This is war! Not discontent! There will be no more oppression Fortify or throw your arms up high screaming: "fuck it all!" I'm still gonna burn down the capitol! And a couple years from now when they're all screaming: "what did we fight for?!" Will you be someone to answer from the back of the crowd or will you be one of those patriots smashing down the white house door!? Cause you can ignore all you want to ignore but you can't turn a cold shoulder on a million patriots smashing down your white house doors! | ||
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