Relevant poetry I don't understand
Relevant poetry isn't it grand
Relevant poetry screams in the night
Relevant poetry gave me a fright
Relevant poetry falls from the sky
Relevant poetry told me a lie
he was down on the floor with his lips to a glass said he dreamed of a future that won't come to pass that he once strived to excel in a world so vast but why run a race when it's rigged and he's fixed in last then he mused over life is a joke and he laughed that it is what it is and he's thankful for all that he has i said well let me just pose one question and ask if you just want what you have, then why are are you sad
she was tripping on something that was laced in her tea and she was high as a kite when she said she could see said we in the land of the free but no freedom grows and if we in a brave new world where'd the brave all go i said, hell if i know then she told me that the problem is the society everybody crippled by anxiety no one is the person that they try to be then she said, what we need are a few with a view that can bring a change through that we need less talk and more do so i said to her, what about you
i was listening to someone give a speech something 'bout the knowledge of enlightenment he reached and as my eyes glazed over in my seat he approached and he asked if he could challenge my beliefs i said by all means have at it then he talked about the suffering and source of bad habits how the emptying of mind is the challenge and withdrawing from the world is the cure to all sadness i said that all sounds like madness why have a life and then not be alive why have a mind and then choose to be blind what you call wisdom is the fear that you hide you cannot retreat from those demons inside this is not peace, it's a mask you adorn this is not truth, it's a trap, nothing more and you're too busy running from something you can't ignore
Relevant poetry I don't understand
Relevant poetry isn't it grand
Relevant poetry screams in the night
Relevant poetry gave me a fright
Relevant poetry falls from the sky
Relevant poetry told me a lie
it is cruel to make fun of the pathetic attempts of br.
splane to come clean of the 1914 and generation predicament, but it is not only funny, for lives are seriously affected, but hey, having a humorous, irreverent outlook helps, so.
here are prologos', copy-righted contributions of.
What is it called when two generations screw in a lightbulb?
A) new light
B) happifying
C) a disfellowshipping offense
D) self-sparing
E) all of the above
He's an evil humanic if you can get close enough rip out his energy source.
there once was a man from down under,who's speech was thought of like thunder,.
but when pops came dow ill,.
geoff flew in with a pill.
I hope that the GB will crater
and may it be sooner than later
that Lett is a creep
who devours the sheep
like a wild and dangerous gator
they thought he was dead...they thought the world was safe...jwtalk believes this guy is great!.
personally he scares the bejusus out of me!!!.
http://tv.jw.org/#video/vodprogramsevents/pub-jwbmw_201507_2_video.
All these guys have really gotten extra creepy. They seem strange and have peculiar and unnatural expressions as if they were pretending to be human. i think the aliens have taken over their bodies and are in training for the invasion of our planet.
lions are notorious murderers of beautiful zebras, antelope and other graceful exotic animals.
cecil probably contributed to the deaths of hundreds if not thousands of animals.
what happened to him was justice.. you reap what you sow.
So have you seen the new tv show ZOO
I like the food lion giving shopping advice on the commercials
remember
born free as free as the wind blows as free as the grass grows born free to follow your heart
I don't know what to think about Cecil and the dentist it was a configuration of events that happened and what's done is done
i found this on yahoo news... while it doesn`t raise an important question... it raises an interesting question... .
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Wearing her enigma face
the cat keeps up it's steady pace
she moves with such surprising grace
she's going up the down staircase
good morning, fellow posters and friends:.
please use your imagination to complete this little tale.
several endings came to me while drinking my morning cup of coffee on the patio.. thanks.. cc.
oh give me a home where the thunderclouds roam
and the skies are cloudy and gray where seldom is heard a discouraging word
and the fog rolls in from the bay
Oh home without rain I think I'm going insane give me a storm since my coffee is warm
and I promise I'll never complain
so where is the rain uncork the waiting champagne
when we feel the first drop the champagne will pop
and the trees will sing the refrain
a cool sense of tranquility overtakes my troubled spirit.. i emerge slowly from a deeply entrenched, lifelong nightmare and proceed into gentle reverie, into quiet wakefulness.
youthful ideals, embodied in vaporous form before me, are a black reminiscence, threatening to return as an untold want having neither name nor substance, only a niggling dig that skewers my soul.
i shut it out, shut out all the noise in the head: irrational thought, excessive thinking that leads to depression, to insanity.
CoCo
I wrote you a little poem on skyward i have reached
a cool sense of tranquility overtakes my troubled spirit.. i emerge slowly from a deeply entrenched, lifelong nightmare and proceed into gentle reverie, into quiet wakefulness.
youthful ideals, embodied in vaporous form before me, are a black reminiscence, threatening to return as an untold want having neither name nor substance, only a niggling dig that skewers my soul.
i shut it out, shut out all the noise in the head: irrational thought, excessive thinking that leads to depression, to insanity.
She was just like a butterfly who danced around then touched the sky
Each pretty flower drew her in and caused her little heart to spin
The nectar was at first so sweet she shared it with each one she'd meet
But as the years were passing by she realized it was just a lie
again she looked up towards the sky and thought I'm just a butterfly