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Bull in the China shopI don't know if finding someone
is an option for me.
Like the bull in a china shop
I was meant to be
with no one.
Because I break them,
others' beautiful core -
no more I want to see red:
color of blood and love.
I Am WithoutI am the faithful,
Without a faith.
I am the believer,
Without a creed.
I am the lover,
I am the lonely,
Without being alone.
I am the smiling,
I am the hopeful,
I am the waiting,
Must IIf all things have a purpose
So must I,
I cannot be such an oddity
That there is no why,
My purpose here,
May not be clear,
But my own existence
I will not deny.
CourageGrow strong sweet child and grow wise,
Let no more tear-drops stain your eyes,
Watch daily triumphs as they unfold,
Keep your heart warm when all else seems cold,
A beautiful soul will always shine,
Through doubt and pain, and troubled times,
Each day you awaken, seek something new,
Your courage and love will carry you.
Ah,Kids These DaysI don't want these vegetables, so don't give them to me.
I don't want your orange carrots, or your smushy green peas.
Don't you dare come near me with that plate full of lettuce
Because I'd much rather prefer water melon wedges.
But I know that these greens make you grow strong.
They make me taller, sky-scraper long.
So, give me a plate and I'll promise to try
To eat these vegetables and not to cry.
But hey, they aren't so bad.
I think radishes could be the next fad.
So, eat this broccoli and tell me what you think
These miniature trees that put you on the brink
Of either loving them, or throwing up in the sink.
GridlockCrossed wires, short circuits,
Split hairs, vulgar misgivings,
Failure to click, to spark or ignite,
Empty engine, wheel clamped,
The sorrow of knowing and undoing,
The distance too short to last,
Hazard lights blink on the highway,
The rescue van too; towed away,
There is no reason in pretend happiness,
No cause for turning back,
The seasons change thus,
The wing mirror sees the fairground,
Roller-coaster ride of our love affair,
The windscreen reveals only gridlock,
No blame to chase,
No further waste of chances for you or I,
We've covered a mile.
Not sure what this isThe bird for love forsook his nest.
Leaving his chicks to do their best.
Some would die that he knew.
But others after their mother they flew.
I as a child,
much like those birds fell to the ground
I however landed on a very soft mound.
A mound of bodys of those who failed. Alive yes.
But, my weak wings un-able to fly.
Alone in the world sure I would die
I was left alone to cry.
My lack of height would tell you why.
From on the ground no chick will learn how it feels to fly.
But still I am alive
For that reason I began to thrive
World At WarSince the beginning of time,
Man has fought for something,
To say ' This is mine. '
So once more we go into the fray,
To fight for another day.
' Will it end? '
I hear them say.
But war, War will always be the same.
Never an end,
Only a now.
They say ' We'll make it through this somehow. '
But when you begin something that never ends... How can you be sure you'll be the one who wins?
When ' Peace ' is a myth.
That only some try to commit.
No one does, and no one will. For as long as man exist...
This world at war.
flowersyour life is like a flower, born so young, first you are planted, then you've sprung. Then you mature, your petals do grow, those petals are knowledge your sure to know. Bees will help you before you leave. they help you with anger, and your biggest pet peeve. Your off to your job, you need to work, though it is hard, there's always the perk. Then comes winter, ice so hard, time for the fire, your leaves so charred. They say " farewell" but this you know, after your gone, you'll always regrow.
inspirado en One mans dream de YanniEres el viento que se aleja,
la nota de cierre,
la ola que se disuelve.
El aleteo de alas en verano,
una estrella fugaz en invierno.
Ya ni siquiera un recuerdo,
apenas una idea,
o un sueño que por la mañana acaba.
Eso, un sueño que acaba.
A pesar de que el viento sople libre,
de que la música se reinvente,
o el mar jamás se calme.
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