Saturday, February 14, 2004
offcource... i didn't put this LUV U... for my self... !!!
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Tuesday, February 10, 2004
WANNA FLY FREE !!
Deep inside where no one but you can see
is a part of me wanting to be free.
In that summer you
taught me to fly.
You listened to my hearts cry.
for a short span in this life
We flew above sin and strife.
Wonna fly free, way high, free.
Free from these weights chaining me.
wonna fly free, way high, free.
In your arms
no chains to bind
Just love, life, way high, free.
Wonna fly free.
Gonna sing, love, just be me
unlock this door,
You have the key.
Some starry, moonlite night
our dreams will take flight.
Don't matter what
we've been thru.
Just always wonna
fly with you.

Mindless Self Indulgence
You don't remember, you don't remember.... why don't you remember my name - radiohead
Laugh
LaUgH
LAUGH
I know what way i'm heading,
I know the face i'm dreading..
Expect the unexpected, only then are you ready for anything...
I'm so intoxicated
cannabis
CaNnAbIs
CANNABIS
I love the smell of it burning,
I hate the way i'm turning....
I'll reject the unrejected, maybe just to be respected.
Will it bring respect? or will it bring dispair?
Carbon Monoxide in the air...
Warning
WaRnInG
WARNING
Theres whiskey in that bottle, a cigarette in my mouth, that bottles in my hand....
hmmm..... what is this i'm feeling, it feels good i think.
Who are you?
WhO tHe ***** ArE You!
That's my whiskey! This is my life....
Dispair
DiSpAiR
DISPAIR
Non curo. Si metrum non habet, non est poema.
I DON'T CARE IF IT DOESN'T RHYME! IT ISN'T A POEM!
I Cry
I CrY
I CRY
Please take me! Take me Lord! Take me Now!
I want to be with you...
Neutiquam erro.
Yes You ARE!

Wednesday, February 04, 2004
baaad main.... bcz... ch sahib ... is arround...heading 2 Badin... !
Tuesday, February 03, 2004
I Hate To Love You
I hate to love you
and all you are
I hate to be with you
And how it's gone this far
I hate to kiss you
And feel your touch
I hate to be around you
And I know that much
I hate what I love
And I am what you see
I,
A humble man
With only one plea
Set me free

and all you are
I hate to be with you
And how it's gone this far
I hate to kiss you
And feel your touch
I hate to be around you
And I know that much
I hate what I love
And I am what you see
I,
A humble man
With only one plea
Set me free

I'm Me
Who am I you wonder,
past what you can see.
Let me explain to you some things,
of who I am indeed.
I could sit and say to you,
that I am courageous and brave.
I could fight the war of life,
a few lives could be saved.
My explanation to you could be,
that I am depressed and distraught.
I could also tell you I am a genius,
remembering everything I was taught.
I could tell you of my life,
and how my journies made me feel.
That would explain some things to you,
about wounds that can't be healed.
I could also sit and say,
that I am independent and bold.
But on the other side I am,
lonely without a hand to hold.
I might tell you I am a poet,
writing words that somehow rhyme.
Or that I am the gate keeper,
holding all sense of time.
So, you ask me who I am,
past what you can see?
Well, thee answer is quite simple.
Who am I? I'm me.
past what you can see.
Let me explain to you some things,
of who I am indeed.
I could sit and say to you,
that I am courageous and brave.
I could fight the war of life,
a few lives could be saved.
My explanation to you could be,
that I am depressed and distraught.
I could also tell you I am a genius,
remembering everything I was taught.
I could tell you of my life,
and how my journies made me feel.
That would explain some things to you,
about wounds that can't be healed.
I could also sit and say,
that I am independent and bold.
But on the other side I am,
lonely without a hand to hold.
I might tell you I am a poet,
writing words that somehow rhyme.
Or that I am the gate keeper,
holding all sense of time.
So, you ask me who I am,
past what you can see?
Well, thee answer is quite simple.
Who am I? I'm me.
Choclates
Smooth, silky, melting on my tongue like a dewdrop rolling off a petal.
Bringing ecstasy to my heart and mind with a simple swallow.
Adding roundness where I cringe, as a habit begins to binge.
Puckering spots begin to form and resentment becomes the scorn.
Bringing ecstasy to my heart and mind with a simple swallow.
Adding roundness where I cringe, as a habit begins to binge.
Puckering spots begin to form and resentment becomes the scorn.