12 Search Results for "lives"

October 20, 2005

boys are suppressed from the color pink their entire lives, infact, they are told to despise it because it's a girls color, and then we grow into men, and if we have open minds it's like discovering a brand new color, almost as though it's a brand new invention, like a new color in the rainbow, a new color that's never been seen because society has suppressed it from men their entire lives, but who's willing to find it.

October 11, 2003

the richness of lives.

July 23, 2006

the first day of the rest of our lives.

May 31, 2007

he who lives well in turn writes well.

not only is my cake not even in the oven, i don't even have the recipe.

March 21, 2002

much love to ernie and alice. i've enjoyed your great lives together. thank you. amen.

June 6, 2006

no i'm not feeling evil today.

breaking out of the box and into the orbit.

everyone moves on in their lives, even those endlessly supportive and encouraging friends and it's been amazing.

September 11, 2006

strawberry oreo custard.

let's relate to each other during our everyday lives.

there's a lot bigger picture that needs to be looked at here outside of museums and tours, which i knew going into this, but have to dig harder to discover.

January 21, 2003

it's like chipmunks and daffodils.

we. we filled our lives with glee, no matter what it may be. i once wrote a poem about love, and how it spreads from sea to sea. maybe tonight i'll write a poem, about you being all i see. we never got to sit down for tea, but hot apple cider once, and our hearts were set free. i may not be feeling good, but i learned from you to me. in terms of completely, you and your smiles are lovely.

April 23, 2002

peace in the middle east, yo'.

a friend told me that, "some people wait their entire lives for their moment to shine, but you've been shining for your entire life." a wise and very true statement. people should realize how much they have to offer. People should realize how beautiful they are.

November 6, 2001

musicians are, in my mind, the luckiest people on the face of the planet. they easily reach millions of people daily, for hours at a time. the power of a musician is very underestimated...perhaps they should consider that on MTV. their songs are the expressions and get-aways of our every day lives. by writing a nice song, with nice lyrics you can touch a persons heart, move them, inspire them, motivate them. another reason why its just more fun to rock.

March 19, 2003

414.

once again i'm in the middle of another peaceful day here in america. peace. what does all this war come to. here is another day that's going to be recorded in every history book ever made from this day forward. at least in america. will they talk about this war with pride as well. well the newscasters shed even a tear this time. will america shed a tear that these innocent people have been striped of their lives, and all their posessions before that. i want to know. what is it like? what's it like to have bombs in your back yard. maybe there would be some understanding if that experience existed. but not for me. freedom kicks in. we can move about freely in this country. my heart is at a standstill. my eyes search around in the hope of an answer. an answr that is skips along the lines of impossible. laying down is easy for most of us. but not for two billion other people in the world. hopefully those people have not been stripped of their wonders of imagination, creativity, dreams, hope, faith, and love. i dream of a day where peace rains across the world.

July 31, 2003

i'm left here, just body, mind, and heart. my soul and spirit have been torn out of me. so the rest, body, heart, and mind are merely left to suffer. perhaps my soul is already in God's hands. and when i sleep i'll dream of it and be at home. this summer everything has been falling down on me. I feel like i'm in the basement of a building that's about to collapse. nobody knows i'm there. i'm trapped. everyone is on the outside watching it come down piece after piece. little do they know is that there's a living being trapped at the bottom. and then this most unfortunate accident. the building crashes down. at some point the building had to come down. i'm buried. soon everyone will be walking away. days later they will come clean the mess. they will come across my dead body. they will now be in shock, in sorrow. this is what it takes. i was telling and screaming for help but nobody was listening. or, perhaps they will never come across my dead body. they will all go on in their lives. they will forget about the life that was once known as bugsy. they will never know the passion and love i had. i'll be a forgotten soul. out of God's beauty and love someday when my lover is old and frail...wrinkles, white hair, slow, fragile...she will be walking to the old stomping grounds, there will be this large red rose growing in the center of it. that was the soul everyone forgot about. the one who died. maybe then through God's grace that will be a chance that i'm remembered. so here i am today. trapped. will anyone hear my voice? will anyone step close to me? will anyone?

i'm in a gas chamber dying. will anyone come turn off the gas? will anyone go out of their way? i cannot turn off the gas, but there is a gun in the room. the pain and suffering will only increase. how long can i wait for someont to hear me? how much longer can i bare these pains. there's the gun, it could be over like that. i refuse to use it. i will suffer until my death. painfully weaping for someone to turn off that gas...or else...i will die. is anyone there? does anyone see my suffering.? anyone?

i'm in a concealed room and the water is rising. ...anyone?

push him out of the circle. he is worthless. let him wither away and die. let him suffer. we don't care about him. we don't care about his love. we don't care about his life. don't let him in. we hear you. but we don't care. the sooner you're gone the better.