Effacement de l'âme
Courage is being scared to death but saddling up anyway
Friday, February 10, 2012
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Control
“To get up each morning with the resolve to be happy... is to set our own conditions to the events of each day. To do this is to condition circumstances instead of being conditioned by them.”
You always have a choice in life, to be or not to be. The result of any case you will at least 100 times find yourself blaming another person for their influence on you and that influence dictated that result. Easier said than done, to not listen. But we listen to the ones we love blinded by there own foolish stupidity, and as time goes on we realize how wrong they always are. And when you finally figure out that you control your own life and still do what they say, well then my friend they are no longer the fools.
You always have a choice in life, to be or not to be. The result of any case you will at least 100 times find yourself blaming another person for their influence on you and that influence dictated that result. Easier said than done, to not listen. But we listen to the ones we love blinded by there own foolish stupidity, and as time goes on we realize how wrong they always are. And when you finally figure out that you control your own life and still do what they say, well then my friend they are no longer the fools.
Sunday, December 25, 2011
here I was again tonight, forcing laughter, faking smiles
Same old, tired place lonely place
Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy
Vanished when I saw your face
All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you
Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?" across the room, your silhouette
Starts to make its way to me
The playful conversation starts, counter all your quick remarks
Like passing notes in secrecy
And it was enchanting to meet you
All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you
Same old, tired place lonely place
Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy
Vanished when I saw your face
All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you
Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?" across the room, your silhouette
Starts to make its way to me
The playful conversation starts, counter all your quick remarks
Like passing notes in secrecy
And it was enchanting to meet you
All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you
Monday, December 5, 2011
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Let it burn
Hypocrisy can afford to be magnificent in its promises, for never intending to go beyond promise, it costs nothing
But there's a side to you that I never knew, never knew
All the things you'd say, they were never true, never true
And the games you play, you would always win, always win
But I set fire to the rain
Watched it pour as I touched your face
Let it burn while I cry
'Cause I heard it screaming out your name, your name
All the things you'd say, they were never true, never true
And the games you play, you would always win, always win
But I set fire to the rain
Watched it pour as I touched your face
Let it burn while I cry
'Cause I heard it screaming out your name, your name
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
If I die young
A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I sell them for a dollar. There worth so much more after I'm a goner, and maybe then you'll hear the words I've been singing, funny when your dead how people start listening....
Monday, November 28, 2011
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