Before I know it

I do not understand why
Why I would be put through so much grief
I don't understand why I am feeling this way
I know that I've put this all on myself
a sense of hopelessness has began to settle in
I don't know what is to become of me
It's becoming harder to breathe
Should I end it all and leave this world prematurely?
I don't think I could carry through with that idea
My mind tells me to carry on
but my soul is tired, the light is dimming
My heart beats fast, fear sets in
If I go I hope I go quickly
I'm yearning to see you again
Walk with you in all of your greatness
I yearn for your hug, it will rejuvenate my mind, body, and soul
Oh how much I want to go
and leave this Hell on Earth
but I think I should stay here and complete my task
For I will be with you before the day turns black
And I'll be glad that I chose to stay
because there is so much that I want to say

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The Antidote

Ritual. Narrative. Context. Temporal stability. In short, everything missing from the connected isolation of digital disconnectivity is the antidote to its corrosion of community.

The recovery of culture from the grip of subjectivism and its dispersion into disparate bits of information is the daunting challenge of art — and technology — in the next turn of the digital age.

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When my dreams end

What lies over a rainbow...
That catches our soul...

What does the voice in the wind have to say...
To bring you wondering each passing day...

Why does your reflection shimmer in a churning stream...
Making you wonder if life is nothing but a dream...

And perhaps that's all life really is, a dream.
Because things never really stay what they seem.

Like grains of sand...
Slipping through a grasping hand...

You just can't seem to hold onto them.
Like light slowly leaving, and making a room dim.

And if life is nothing but a dream then what shall happen when it dies away.
Fading like a flower when the autum night takes over its summer day.

What shall happen when my dreams end...
Shall another start, and I just mend?

Or perhaps I will give in and just die.
Taking my last breath as a long sigh.

Oh, what shall happen when my dreams depart?
Shall I then just wither away and fall apart?

And gasp a long cry into the nocturnal air as the moon gazes down upon my poor, dying soul.
Watching me wither, and to end all, dying like flames upon a single piece of coal.

Why must it be this way?
Why must I end my day...

Oh, I hope and I so desperatly plead.
That this dream to not let me bleed.

To hold onto me.
And let me see.

My life, my dream...
My reflection... in the stream...

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Third Strike

So I ran around in the dark (a mistake)
With blind eyes, and a blind mind (a choice)
I've ran out of words (a crime)
Let me end this now (so I can die)
I've broken down (ran out of time)
Ruined everything again (my life)
Why can't I go? Why can't I go?

CHORUS: Blistering fire tears my insides
To a crisp, I find myself go blind
Help me now, I need your kiss so bad
Look, now I've succumbed to be sad
Tear drops burn my wounds
I always figured I'd end up last, I'd lose

And this time I'll be smart
Won't be misled, won't be brought down
Walk my way over the snow covered hills
Find a life that suites me well
So long, we'll meet again sometime before hell

CHORUS x 2

REPEAT 1 with parentheses first

CHORUS x 1

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Two for the Price of one!

Today only sales
a slice of heaven
with a free movie rental
per three card purchase
exceptions everywhere
to everyday prices
always the drive
for  money
and sex
and more money
the two things that never
come free
always a price attached
gift with purchase
free
WITH 6 UPC's
green trees
are hard to grow big
constantly plucked
by these undieing
consumer driven souls
who say and believe
to give is NEVER
better than to receive
knowing in their minds
whats under that bow
but not the store
sweat shops
didn't you know
your new tee shirt
yeah the green one
that goes so well
with your khaki pants
it was hand sewn
by a six year old
doesn't matter you say
because they got paid
minus the taxes
room and board
500 dollars a month
sucked into a plastic card
and unknown recites
you don't know
where the money goes
where it stops
no body knows
landlord to crack dealer
to HIS father
to buy YOUR great aunts
CHRIST-mas gift
never ending
circle of life
driven by money
FOR money
after all"
someone has to pay
the Shaffer
who buys the cookies
who pays the utilities
who buys a plunger
who goes to McDonald's
only to sue
ask for more money
for making him fat
no more McDonald's fault
than yours
but the cycle continues
who buys grandma's gift
which is inherited
by the cats
who eat it away
but there's plenty more
where that came from
but where did it come from
does anyone know
the curse of money flow
dimes Regan dimes
marching through the street
calling our souls
the TRUE pipers song
of green greed
is that enough
4 point what Mr.Gates?
swimming in ones
starving children
let them starve
lonely monks
with pea plants
all green
in the end
natures cycle
man's mistake

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My Everything (personal)

My tears of pain could not have justified my love for you.
What else am I supose to do?
All I can do is sit here and cry.
Write down my thoughts,
expressing all my feelings.
I wish I didn't have to though.....
I wish I could just shut it all out.
Block out everything,
turn my heart cold,
black.
Nothing in there.
Completly empty;
like a bottomless pit.
Everything empty;
but now.....
I have to deal with this.
How?
I don't know.
It ponders through my mind all the time.
Should I?
Shouldn't I?
Knowing me,
my decision will be bad.
That's always the outcome.....
no matter what.
I can feel my heart beating faster everytime I think about it.
Faster,
faster,
and faster!
I just want it all to stop.
GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
GO AWAY!
I don't want you here anymore!
You took over my mind.
I can't block you out.
Why?
That's my question.....
Why do you have this great power over me?
Why does it exsist?
Can't it just disapear?
No.....
that will never happen.
It's impossibile.
I can't explain it;
it's just too confusing to.
Can't you see what you are doing to me?
It hurts too much babe.....
You have caused me all this pain and torture.
It's all too much to bear.
I'm losing control over my life.
You control me now;
not me.
You are my keeper,
my owner,
my lover:
"I wish."
How long is this going to go on?
Weeks?
Months?
Years?
No,
I know the answer.....
forever.
I will always be yours.
You will always have the power over me;
for always and forever.
Even in death,
I will belong to you.
You are my everything.
Nobody can take that away from me.
I wish you would open your sparkling eyes and realize.....
realize my love;
love for you.
You always push it away.
Whenever I try to be there for you,
you block me out.
Making your heart cold,
black.
Completly empty.
You know I will always be there for you.
All I want to do is see you happy.
When you smile,
it makes me smile as well.
Just one look at you,
and my heart fills with joy.
I feel the butterflies in my stomach;
head pounding,
heart aching,
all for you.
I know time helps ease the pain,
but not for me.
I gave way too much fucking time.
All that time.....
and for what?
YOU!
It wasn't even worth it,
you didn't seem to care.
Now I can never have that time back.
So I sit here alone.
In the dark.
With the thoughts of you running through my mind.
It hurts too much.
This pain is not what I want.
I wish the pain could be over,
but it's not.
I don't think it ever will be.
So what do I do from here?
Honestly,
I don't really know.
I wish you would come up to me and say,
"I love you."
"I love you too hunni."
I wish to be free.
Free from your world,
and everything in it.
I don't think I could do that though.
So the days grow longer,
nights grow shorter;
while this pain runs through my body.
Why can't I move on?
Why can't I just say,
"Fuck you!"
because you mean so much to me.
I care too much for you.
I wish it all could be over.
I can't go on like this anymore.
So for now,
I'll see what the future holds.
David,
You know you will always be in my heart;
no matter what happens.
You were my first love.
Noone can take that away.
You are my everything.

*Dedicated to DBH