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Joydon't need to say more
not always this way
hope to be ever more
(besides I was getting tired of the fear thing)
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What nowWhen death is a friend whose visit is joyously anticipated; What then Sisyphus? To what purpose your endless non-resultant labors? Who waits with encouraging hands to sooth the pain of lost enthusiasm? For what reward Prometheus is your daily torture renewed? Do you continue to await the freedom of Hercules’ arrow? Or yet endure the Eagle’s contempt? How then rationalize your labors when justice is a Libran mistake? Was John Galt’s decision worthwhile or simply selfish? Answer now, Delphi, or Indra or MorpheusWhat now
by ~timothy-leary
?'sQuestions for which no answers will be offered echo along times narrow hallway There are those who walk only within the halls of time, lost to any else There are those who walk only outside the hallways, oblivious to time Both seem lost to me Both miss reality Both remain lonely?'s
Deep within the blackest hole, where nothing moves, not even thought Sits the dawn of reality, waiting eternally for a command to light Perhaps this is Hell, or Heaven or Nirvana, or Valhalla Maybe therein dwells God or god or all spirit hopes All seem restrictive to me All miss reality All
by ~timothy-leary
one more timeOne more time to start and we will make it ours One more time to see and we will see the stars For this might be our last resort For this might be our final hopeone more time
Parading and strutting we have spent at least a million years In endless circles growing further away in our regards People dying, leaders lying, spirits crying for an end While love lies waiting in the hope within a child’s eyes
Looking inside we see the source of the light At last we can know the meaning of wrong from right So now the choice is yours to bear To hide the light within or share
by ~timothy-leary
in empathy of jesus Doubt3/21/2007in empathy of jesus Doubt
in empathy of jesus’ Doubt
the history of ages and all man has achieved can be likened to fall in the scattering of the leaves and the growth of ideas has been the growth of the will we cry at the results for fear rules man still
the winds of change blow, as they always have done past billions of people who watched yet as one to see nothing has changed but the growth of desire and that expired in the smoke of the pyre
the ancient question still passes through cracked, bloodied lips unanswered then, as is now and never will be. to hear
by ~timothy-leary
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The End or has it yet to beginThe End… Or Does it Only Begin?The End or has it yet to begin
As I sit upon this lonely hill,
so far from existence... so close to hell I am reminded of those horse-drawn men... so afraid to dwell near the darkness' swell
I often times worry,
that I'll have no room to think...
so crowded is the beauty of the darkened tombs-
When upon the winds fury,
I hear those pleas of mercy... once more
"Death is near, please don't fear..."
For Death can cure the weary & oft times dreary...
forsaken and forgotten,
True Death cures the broken heart but what of th
by ~LordChaos999
Twisted LyricsSmoke Lights Camera? We're being watched... Action.Twisted Lyrics
Something takes a part of me You and I were meant to be
Dance like no one sees My skin is glistening, Show me yours I'll show you mine Bodies everywhere writhe in time
one nothing wrong with me two nothing wrong with me?
Does it have to give? Do I have to give? Time got blurry Lifetimes of passion forgotten In one brush of lips,
&nbs
by ~whole-lotta-rosie
Dancing AloneSwirl on by, The well cut dress Falls according to plan Movement makes it liquid Perfection so painful, borne by one So fragile in feature, Beauty in hurt.Dancing Alone
Dancing energy Flitting enthusiasms Heartache forgotten in sound Soon to be Irreparable, Beyond hope? Gone.
The memory entwined With music and song Humanity and Love.
Perfection wilts as the flower
From the Autumn sun
Hope remains.
by ~whole-lotta-rosie
Selective ThoughtSmoky lights The music blares and I know, It’s ok. No need for suspicion Cos it’s worth the risk, No need to stop Cos I’m not done.Selective Thought
The way we move together The way I relax in your arms The way you make me smile The way I felt with him
Got to force myself to let go Ignore the fear Face the pain May never happen… It’s new, but I know it well I barely feel my doubt anymore, Most of all I really can’t mind That it could all be wrong
by ~whole-lotta-rosie
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Devious Info
- Current Residence: Earth
- Interests: people
- Favourite movie: What in the bleep do we know
- Favourite band or musician: Dylan
- Favourite genre of music: blue
- Favourite artist: MC Essher
- Favourite poet or writer: ee cumings
- Favourite style of art: left hand
- Operating System: carbon based
- Shell of choice: conch
- Skin of choice: smooth
- Favourite game: one up
- Favourite gaming platform: bed
- Favourite cartoon character: Pogo
- Personal Quote: How far down the Rabbit Hole do you want to go?
- Tools of the Trade: mind
- Email: timothy-leary@hotmail.com
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