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“I have great faith in fools – my friends call it self-confidence.”

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Dec 2 |07:12

Another lyrics to express, and let thoughts run
Another rhyme to soul free, lets go back where it begun
Lets suppose i digged you, from first timid glance
Would that have made me seen more, or brighten the chance
But that was not the story you had,or supposed to
Neither roamed me wantinly or even thought you’d to
What gives us ideas to even look that far
Would things differ, if not that, or gotten us where we are

Very little time… But enough for one of those
Windows of an instant with the power to disclose
Something at the very core of mine cores
To reveal, some vanity dies and some shows

How do they all do it, are they that happy?
Some just seem not and some just seem to be
Yeah, it seems about the talk, dinner or party
Then in the midst of it, it all becomes noisy

I have met strange girls in this life of mine
When seeking company, from time to time
All those come to me,as i only sight one answer
For somehow this meant to be,even if I belong not to her

Suddenly, a phenomena crossed over me …

Laughs hearing her name, never with mine
Dropping a rose, frozen forever in time
Even as life continues, and her magic unrealized
For that split second ,her beauty is immortalized.

Before, this is what described me…

Before i lay me down to sleep
I pray for a deaf-mute gymnastic
Numphomaniac with big tits who
Owns a bar on a golf course, and
Loves to send me fishing and drinking
This doesnt rhyme and i dont give a shit

Now, this is what confuses me …

My life has been one great big joke,
A dance that’s walked,
A song that’s spoke,
I laugh so hard I almost choke,
When I think about myself.

Always, this is what bothers me …

I don’t believe in Santa Claus – he’s fiction
The Easter Bunny never did exist
A lucky star is purely contradiction
A Prince is not a frog who has been kissed.

No bridge has ever had a bad troll under
Some Princess never slept for thirty years
No ogres ever ripped a town asunder
At Halloween no wicked witch appears.

The Yeti isn’t big or real or hairy
Strange UFOs have never came to Earth
The garden hasn’t elf or nymph or fairy
A Phoenix never rises in rebirth.

If Peter Pan existed he was stupid
I reckon he was just a teenage punk
And don’t you try and tell me there’s a Cupid
It’s only love-starved fools believe that junk.

Never, Was i able to see …

I’ve never seen a ghost – there’s no hereafter,
You can’t tell me the Bogeyman is real
Those tales of magic carpets bring me laughter
No vampire ever made a neck a meal.

There’s no such thing as pixies – they’re all phony
The monster in the wardrobe is a fake
Your birthday wish is nonsense – pure baloney
They’re simply stupid candles on a cake.

I’ve never once believed in myth or magic
I will not credit something till I’m shown
My marriage (there were three) all ended tragic
And now I live reality alone.

Sometimes, the truth sets you free …

Your happiness is all hallucination
It’s just a silly fairy tale you feel
Without a grain of proof or confirmation
I wonder why you think that love is real.

Once, I wish i could ask thee

But in the midst of it all, all i have to know and deeply me bothers
is Why …
Why is it when your free to do as you please, you choose to imitate or satisfy others …

Forever, ill tell you , what you were, and what you are, forever be !

Blink!

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Nov 20 |05:59

Blink
Its like there is too many voices, all these voices
cowardly approaching my skull, nerving my senses
Suddenly all people around were clapping, and i
Suddenly amongst people i started clapping but why
The i am interested look, on my face was drawn
Witty and cool, i that appearance have worn
Why are they all happy, or are they, or appear so
Whereas i glancing the floor not realizing what o where
Feels as if standing there amidst with my underwear
But no one is looking at ,or are they, or appear so
I am sure am chatting to some people around
I am sure am chanting some words to a wand
Blink
Its like there is no noises, all that screaming, all but without noises
Fearlessly walking farther, i age slowly, my memory discovers
If at first light i can no longer fly still, feel swing lightly
Shoulders shift willingly accepting burdens, ill never be
The ray of link breaks the blank and pokes you
Can you try and strangle that very light upon you
It doesnt matter as imagination even will fail you
Blink
Am all still alone, feeling the sofa’s third cushion at where i call home
Am all dull colors, wearing those of nesty birds and rusty gnomes
Am holding this book, that nobody still or ever reads
Am having this mood, that nobody about hearing needs
Am summing the words, of envy, lust, loth and greed
Blink
Overcome the notion where you must be a regular
Its not getting any better if you are not popular
Blink
If you think you cant, you wont, and if you weep then dont
If you think you are beaten and lost, you are what you’re not
Maybe beginnings are scary, maybe endings are sad
But all what matters is the midst of the story you had
And the ones who win are the ones who think they can..

Lucky !

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Nov 20 |05:59

It’s lucky Shakespeare never knew
a lovely woman quite like you,
since even he, the Avon Bard,
might well have found the task too hard
of mining with his magic pen
the spell you cast on mortal men,
and failing thus, he might have lost
the will to write, which could have cost
the world his Hamlet or his Lear.
I’m glad he didn’t know you, dear.

It’s lucky that Bob Dylan met
Miss Joan Baez, not you, my pet,
who gave him shelter from the storm
but never truly kept him warm,
or else the answer might have blown
not in the wind, but you alone,
and he’d have made a duller rhyme,
“You did not waste my precious time,”
and all his songs would burst with cheer.
I’m glad he didn’t know you, dear.

It’s lucky that the road Frost took
did not afford him one good look
at you, or he’d have quit his pen
and joined the ranks of rhymeless men
who all their lives would never know
the urge to lie down in the snow
or what it’s like to pick and pick
so many apples you grow sick.
You could have ruined a great career.
I’m glad he didn’t know you, dear.

Oh no! I truly think it’s best
that you met me, and not the rest,
since I have nothing on my plate
your beauty would adulterate,
and if it’s me, my love, you choose,
the world has nothing much to lose.
So for the sake of timeless art,
won’t you let me in your heart?
From worthy souls, you should stay clear.
I’m glad they do not know you, dear.

Breathless Irony!

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Nov 20 |05:54

I woke up this morning with a pain in my head
Looked onto the mirror, and i can see am not yet dead
A scary reflections tells me am not too well
Was i drunk or sick, i neither could tell
I bounced off, and started to yell
And here is few thoughts that broke out my skull

I’m not too fit, I’f you have to know
I’m overweight and am rather slow
But when I run, I manage; though
Though in the past it was not thus,
That am one to swear and cuss,
Except that, when trying to catch a bus,
I’m breathless!

At sport I’d always stay the course
I was as strong as any horse
But now, with just a little force,
When as a youth, I used to play
With sweet young ladies in the hay
The girls would be the ones to say:
“I’m breathless”!

I guess my life has reached the stage
When these things happen at my age.
If all my passions I assuage,
I have my annual body checks
And find out if I need new specs.
But sadly, when I’m having sex,
I’m breathless!

Now let me enlighten you about life situation
A guy sticks his location,
In a girl’s destinstion,
To increase the population,
For the next generation.
Do you get my explanation?
Or do you need a demonstration?

Oh were was i, enough about my drifting imagination
Let me recall what happened to spook my sensation
I left home, with hopes and high expectation

Cupid’s aim was off that tonight
It seems he missed my heart
That pointy stick had soared in plight
The archer hit the wrong body part.
Soon all my rules were set aside
For a moment of passion in haste
And casual sex I could now abide
But he was broken below the waist!

Was cupid on crack when he aimed his dart?
Did he think that I wouldn’t mind?
He had served me with quite an intriguing start
But his impotency soon I did find!
I tried in vain to boost his his pride?
You see, I was hot and surely bothered
‘Twas downhill when his pants began to slide
Could it be me? I certainly pondered!

When all else failed I offered him a ride
And he left due to lack of endurance
So next year dear Cupid, I pray thee to find
Me a match of much better performance!

I’ll be thirty next birthday, a man who should be diving into life,
I missed the hazy hippy years, I think all i ever was -a woman’s wife-.
Takes me back, when i got married, sometimes what people wishes
Not me, just wanted a romantic night, bottle of wine, and someone to do the dishes
Wisdom and experience, no games and no bullshit
Is what the years have taught to me and now I’m full of it.

Insulting “Her Grace”

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Nov 20 |05:53

WHO: Some remarkable (and extremely astonishing) friend of mine.
WHAT: Another reason to “speak of she” before the sun shine.
HOW: How does anything like this happen; youthful exuberance? … fine !
WHEN: Some time back…. just before i lost my rhyme
WHERE: It all started , while we sat there to dine …
WHY: I wasnt saying…but since i did bet on it i had to write it down !

The question remains still, who and why we are here and what to do
But if you listen to my story, and i promise -some parts- are to be true
Like at first, like only few do, lovable loved ravishing, i tried not to notice
As didnt want her then so ordered i, more gin with long glasses with ice

She is the kind of girls that tells me “Me and Mil Gibson are through !!”"
And am like, all i could say, a girl gotta do what a girl gotta do !!
You have to be nice to her, and thank her for allowing you to be so
And after you’re slapped -like a lot- try and hit back and she’d shout: NO!
Her favourtite two subjects are her hair and her
But her, she is georgous, or so she thinks, so lets be fair
At her finest times, she might use her heaven’s sent free will
And if you are lucky, when you dine , she would pay-her own- bill
It doesnt matter if she is single, and you got nothing to loose
She’d “kick yer arse” and while at it, might call up tom cruise
Whatever you’d think of her preferences is your opinion and not necessarily mine
Just try not to be too judgmental , and am sure we will get along just fine
No am not scared of her !!! as i just dont pay your bills and you dont pay mine
She’d take your breathe away and she’d sigh”oh, so funny”
And still take your porsche cayenne, home and your money
Even scared from new relationships though yearns for a new romance
Still some and many scrub up quite presentably, if given half a chance
Lets back to tell, she’d never forget an important date
You just dont have to mind it, when she is a little late
Her friends cannot tell their friends, i can just get her
Nah, in their dreams, she’d just say i might do better
And she doesn’t have a problem expressing her feeling
Except when she is lieing, she keeps staring up the ceiling
Now scientists want DNA, facts, and probably might ask for a sample
But “luckily?” all I have is a false theory with an accurate example
As, for writing this lyric, she keeps me up a little before AM 3:00
Thought easier to call her, as i do, call her, my triple three
But again, you cant just keep pushing your luck twice and thrice
And again i order, more gin with long glasses of ice

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“I have great faith in fools – my friends call it self-confidence.”

Blink!

Lucky !

Breathless Irony!

Insulting “Her Grace”

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