You really have to read it. Its like hes either not paying attention or really just doesnt give a shit:Fri, October 31, 2008 - 2:12 PM permalink - 1 comment
I am lost in you.Wed, July 30, 2008 - 3:35 PM permalink - 1 comment
Seeing you in my dreams has sent me to heaven. I no longer need food, nor water as your smile has left me satisfied beyond all belief. How is it my heart can skip so many beats and still function?
I am lost in you.
Your touch has left me in a state of bliss. I am paralyzed and cant seem to find my way. Somewhere there is a ground but I cannot feel it. Ive forgotten how to move as I feel you my soul.
I am lost in you.
Your scent has brought with it a sense of wonder, I ... read more
For all you freeks out there that want to play video games and practice peeing standing up at the SAME TIME:Wed, April 2, 2008 - 12:38 AM permalink - 2 comments
well, what can I say.. just go check out the link.
This interview is unbelievable! I cant believe we are even considering this guy for office. McCain is a true Neo-conservative, who believes in the use of American military and power to change the entire world to his vision of democracy. He is angry bitter and can barely control his temper.Fri, March 28, 2008 - 10:47 AM permalink - 1 comment
Here is the interview in print. I believe you can also get this as a podcast on democracy now (from this last Wednesday's show) or stream it from this site:
www.democracynow.org/2008/3/...centu... read more
Inside the mind is the time to rhyme,Tue, March 25, 2008 - 12:18 AM permalink - 1 comment
while internal heartfelt joy describe
ancient soul repair, don't stare, it scares
but beware the flare, it don't come to share
Yet we seek tribulations through restoration and
believe in the deceit fed though centralized meat
I cant see, Im blinded. Insight, respect
And I know its there; introspect, reflect
While awaiting silence, Judah speaks on fence;
Horizon blends reflection, section, affection
flower seeds react; numb to truth intact... read more
Because I cannot sleep
I make music at night.
I am troubled by the one
whose face has the color of spring flowers.
I have neither sleep nor patience,
neither a god reputation nor disgrace.
A thousand robes of wisdom are gone.
All my good manners have moved a thousand miles away.
The heart and the mind are left angry with each other.
The starts and the moon are envious of each other.
Because of this alienation the physical universe
is getting tighter and tighter.
The moon says, "How long will I remain
suspended without a sun?"
Without Love's jewel inside of me,
let the bazaar of my existence by destroyed stone by stone.
O Love, You who have been called by a thousand names,
You who know how to pour the wine
into the chalice of the body,
You who give culture to a thousand cultures,
You who are faceless but have a thousand faces,
O Love, You who shape the faces
of Turks, Europeans, and Zanzibaris,
give me a glass from Your bottle,
or a handful of bheng from Your Branch.
Remove the cork once more.
The we'll see a thousand chiefs prostrate themselves,
and a circle of ecstatic troubadours will play.
Then the addict will be breed of craving.
and will be resurrected,
and stand in awe till Judgement Day.
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