Monthly Archives: May 2005

one day to go

i can do it. one day to go. weeee yaaaa yyyyaaawwwwnnnnnn.

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every morning i wake up like this

every morning i wake up with a different song in my head. this has been going on for years now. theres no rhyme or reason to it. one morning i woke up with rough boy by zztop. i hadnt listened to them for years. this morning i woke up with this. it seems appropriate thou at this time i guess. anyone can understand this song.

Raven hair and ruby lips
sparks fly from her finger tips
Echoed voices in the night
she’s a restless spirit on an endless flight
wooo hooo witchy woman, see how
high she flies
woo hoo witchy woman she got
the moon in her eye
She held me spellbound in the night
dancing shadows and firelight
crazy laughter in another
room and she drove herself to madness
with a silver spoon
woo hoo witchy woman see how high she flies
woo hoo witchy woman she got the moon in her eye
Well I know you want a lover,
let me tell your brother, she’s been sleeping
in the Devil’s bed.
And there’s some rumors going round
someone’s underground
she can rock you in the nighttime
’til your skin turns red
woo hoo witchy woman
see how high she flies
woo hoo witchy woman
she got the moon in her eye

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still tired

3rd ten hour shift coming up. 2 days to go. keep your eye on the prize.

and for anyone that watchs wrestling, doesnt Captain Charisma rule?

pass out now later.

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My Greedy Heart

To throw yourself blindly

Into what you feel.

Give all and leave nothing hidden.

To love and be loved,

So totally

That nothing else matters.

To be the first and the last.

Not to be thought of as

"I wonder what ever happened to him?"

But to be closer to your heart

Than the blood it pumps.

Tired but smiling eyes at night,

Still smiling when morning comes.

To be the gift

You always wanted

And never would throw out.

Even after it’s tattered and frayed

And people say

"Why do you keep that old thing around?"

To make the best of the end,

Laying side by side

Waiting to one day

Wake up and face the sun,

Together again.

That’s all I want from you.

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im so tired

my schedule got screwed up at work. had to redo it and got stuck with 4 10 hours shifts in a row. the prize at the end is 10 days off straight for vacation. 1 down with 3 to go. i hate going to bed early but i dont have a choice, they start at 7am, while im used to starting work at 10am. oh well like i said 3 days to go. mabey ill get some good writing out of it. i find i do better when im tired cause then i dont hold back. guess we’ll see eh.

 Hope you’re feeling good Trixie and cant wait to talk to you again Anon. Any one else who’s reading here i hope every tomorrow is easier than the day before. You know who you are dj.

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Soft green light

Upon the face of the pilot.

Gauges tell a story

Similar to life

Half full

Half empty

How much is left?

Fields and farms

Moving by as though

Avenger was the one standing still.

A grey smear

Eaten by the darkness.

Windows become mirrors

In which life is reflected,

Like the prophet’s cauldron

In which the future is foretold.

She will die.

But you didn’t need

A seer to tell you that.

The first for you.

One step closer to the frontline.

Avenger carries on

Splitting the dark with yellow eyes.

The pilot is tired now,

Almost one full turn around the sun.

Isn’t it time to put an end to the lie?

The incubus comes for your life every night.

To feed it’s need for power.

This could be your hour.

One last rage of the will.

If you can withstand this,

You can do anything.

Avenger turns into the wind,

Steel and iron

Creaking against the cold.

Strapped in and shooting towards the neon now,

Like an arrow from the

Corrupted bow of a forgotten and

Forsaken god,

Avenger lands with a new pilot

Ready for a new world.

Even before the engine has cooled,

Or the grey smokey outline has vanished,

A new plot has been plotted this night.

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Flowers and Tears

All day I sit and cry over you

All the things you said we would see

Everything we would do

I thought you were the one

And the bitter reality is

You are.

Everything in life was stolen from me

My innocence in childhood

A father I never knew

And never wanted to know me

Friends stay just long enough for me to care

Then are wrenched away by things I can’t control.

There used to be release from it all

That too stolen by someone I thought I could trust

A gift now twisted to his own perverted use

How I hate a world that put me here with no use for me

Small things hold me in a life

That I no longer see the use in participating in anymore.

If I misstep off the curb

If I should lose my balance on the ledge

If I should take one too many pills

If the razor should cut too deep

Would you hate me for it?

Under green grass I would hurt no more

Flowers and tears are not always an evil

It only depends who’s eyes are looking at them.

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