You are my motivation to wake up
My motivation to breath
My motivation to life
Motivation to see
When our eyes meet I know its fate
You are my love, life, my soul mate
You flow through me like waves at the beach
I hope you are never out of reach
You are behind this pen writing beautiful rhymes
You are worthy of all of my time
This last line is true
My heart is and always belongs to you
The light at the end of went out too soon
This kid wasn't meant to fall to his doom
Today the school is mourning his death
Crying in the halls, not able to rest
These kids really loved him
He wasn't meant to die so soon
Six more months until his graduation
An empty chair, and hearts left with questions
Tears and memory's in behalf of his blessings
This schools never going to be the same
He came so fast and left too soon
These kids really loved him
Standing in the halls they reminisce
All the good things about him they'll always miss
He's the only kid in school who spun a binder on his finger
Carried a boom box when skiing down the hill
Something I think about to this day still
Yet I can't seem to understand what was going through his head
I came to school, finding out this kid he was dead
A tragic ending to an unfinished story
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(The Word Of Jesus):
"God is a murderer"
I would eat your heart out for my own pleasures,
I'd only love you for you're buried treasures.
I can see death when we are all feel so high,
I'd like to sleep underneath the cocaine sky.
(pre-chorus)
I wish for more white lines,
I wish for three more dicks,
And I wish I was god so I can become greater than him!
(chorus)
Forget it!
That's right, I've said it this way,
Nevermind, it's all in the cache.
Forget it!
The world you know is always white,
I made a wish from a cocaine pipe.
Forget it!
You'll never figure this song out,
Not even when the world is a drought.
You fiddle around with me like a contrabassoon,
I feel like I only hate you on a full moon.
I'm not mad you, the drugs are mad at you,
You'll find my phylosophy in the carnage stew.
(chorus)
Forget it!
That's right, I've said it this way,
Nevermind, it's all in the cache.
Forget it!
The world you know is always white,
I made a wish from a cocaine pipe.
Forget it!
You'll never figure this song out,
Not even when the world is a drought.
(Bridge)
This is what I do, Something inside of you.
This is what I feel, It's okay to kill.
This is all the cocaine, Help me kill the pain.
(pre-chorus)
I wish for more white lines,
I wish for three more dicks,
And I wish I was god so I can become greater than him!
(chorus)
Forget it!
That's right, I've said it this way,
Nevermind, it's all in the cache.
Forget it!
The world you know is always white,
I made a wish from a cocaine pipe.
Forget it!
You'll never figure this song out,
Not even when the world is a drought.
, genre: abstract, style: Automatic Painting, completition: 1948.
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Charaka Samhita is a popular Ayurvedic treatise. As the name indicates, it is a compilation of Ayurveda lessons comprising of various aspects including basic concepts (Sutra sthana), diagnosis of diseases (Nidana sthana), treatment concepts (Chikitsa sthana) etc and is written by Charaka. (Charaka Samhita means ‘treatise written by Charaka).
But actually the book is not originally written by Charaka. Acharya Charaka redacted the treatise ‘Agnivesha Tantra’ which has become popular in the name of ‘Charaka Samhita’.
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blue seclusion
illuminating the midnight forest
every breath sending a cloud of cold crystals
it is all the best
looking at the cold blue moon
wondering.....
Will I die soon?
Is this the last thing of beauty I see?
And something tells me no
To keep living my life
Because....
There is another full moon
Around the corner
But since March, I’ve seen a growing trend of people abandon these ideologies altogether. I’ve seen writers who used to write self-improvement articles pivot hard into outrage clickbait and nihilism.
Emotion is very valuable don’t try to force feed it into viewers it might feel artificial and viewers would loose interest in the whole theme.
Mmmm - I feel good….
With a ‘Breath of fresh Ayr’
To start your day,
And 'Honest Men'
Along the way,
'Bonnie Lasses'
To help you stay,
Aye, Ayr’s the place,
To be today…
© ali-p 2003
Nature is often seen as the opposite of culture - nature cannot be the result of human interference, and cultural development is achieved against nature.
There is also another take on the relationship between nature and culture. Studies suggest that culture is part of the ecological niche.
, genre: genre painting, style: Impressionism, gallery name: Private Collection, tags: rivers-and-waterfalls, hunting-and-racing, Water, Recreational fishing, Reflection, completition: 1917.
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, genre: landscape, style: Digital Art, completition: 2017.
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By Charles Marks
Sitting all alone, Thinking of you
Praying and hoping you get better
Wishing I could be there too help u feel better
Thinking of you all day and night
Wishing i was there too help u feel Better
But You were Unsure about that
What can I do too show your Parents I am Not a bad guy
That I am only a guy with huge heart looking after you
You Know that
So what can we do too show that too them
I’m running out of Ideals
I hate seeing you being ill
It's not fun, Plus I can't see you
So get better Hun
Love ya your Hun Charles
, genre: still life, style: Impressionism, tags: Flower, Flowerpot, completition: 1935.
https://uploads0.wikiart.org/images/theodor-pallady/still-life-with-may-lilies-1935.jpgif you could read some ones mind
do you every wounder what you'll find
maybe a mind full of hopes an wonderful dreams
or of thoughts of death an an not so good things
would you use it to your advantage to make people see the damage
or the warmness of there heart an not the darkness in every part
if you could read my mine do you wounder what you would find
wrote between the lines??
I had hope
I should of known it was lie
I knew it wouldn't last
I knew someone was lying to me
I knew it
why did I believe you
why did I believe her
I believed
cause I have dreams
I have hopes
but why have hope
hope is pointless
hope will only cause me to break more
so I give up hope
I will leave this hope of find loving
I will leave all hope behind
I will slowly die
for hope was all that I had in life
hope...
is a dream
Why did I do this,
Why did I lie,
Why did I chose that I wanted to die?
I picked up that knife,
And slit up and down,
The blood rushing out,
my life ending fast was a definite doubt,
I swallowed those pills,
I knew the many people that kills,
The taste sour in my mouth,
My breath now was going south,
Slower and slower I began to breath,
Why did he have to leave,
I lay on the floor,
Trying to reach the door,
My screams no one heard,
Not even a single word,
I begged to God,
Don't let me do this,
Don't let me die,
Then for no reason,
I began to wonder why,
I remembered his face,
Oh I want to leave this place,
I crawled out the door,
Blood rushing out more and more,
The trail followed me into the kitchen,
I opened a drawer,
Then everything I used to fear,
Became so clear,
As I held that gun to my head,
I knew in a minute Id be dead,
BOOM...
Standing over my body I began to realize,
That Im not the only person people will try to victimize,
Why did I do this,
Why did I lie,
Why did I chose,
That I wanted to die?
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