Do you know that feeling? Of being on top of the world and then, having someone kick you down. Lady Karma is a cold hearted mistress, one day she can make you feel like a king, the next you feel like slave. Twisted and ironic are her ways. She gives you all just to take it away. "That's life I tell ya, I can't deny it" - Frank Sinatra
eventually it gives us all the blues, And when you get the cold winter blues, The small town summer blues, The liwwarder blues, or just the blues. Just do yourself a shot and start to sing. Cause in the end. Life might be a bitch. But at least it gives you some laughs.
maandag 26 juli 2010
vrijdag 9 juli 2010
So this is goodbye?
The sun sets, over the lake. What a view it gives. She holds his hand tight, He speaks: I love you, you have given my life meaning. But I can’t stay, I have to go. You know what we had was nothing more then a vanilla dream.
Slowly the sun goes down. He brushes her hair aside She speaks: Why do you have to go. Isn’t this dream enough, can’t you just wait for me. You need me and I need you .
He: All of this is nothing more then a fantasy. But don’t think I don’t need you. You kept me sane you saved me from myself. But I can’t keep us chained to this one sided view. I need to let go of you.
She looks him right in the eyes and says: So this is goodbye?? He smiles and says: Yes for now it is, Until we meet for real, then maybe we can truly be together. But that day isn’t here yet. The sun is down he gets up and walks away in to the darkness, leaving only the lake behind.
Slowly the sun goes down. He brushes her hair aside She speaks: Why do you have to go. Isn’t this dream enough, can’t you just wait for me. You need me and I need you .
He: All of this is nothing more then a fantasy. But don’t think I don’t need you. You kept me sane you saved me from myself. But I can’t keep us chained to this one sided view. I need to let go of you.
She looks him right in the eyes and says: So this is goodbye?? He smiles and says: Yes for now it is, Until we meet for real, then maybe we can truly be together. But that day isn’t here yet. The sun is down he gets up and walks away in to the darkness, leaving only the lake behind.
donderdag 8 juli 2010
On the Run
Take me back to my home, Put me on a train, Take me to the home I've never seen, Away from the place where my childhood died.
Cold and alone she sit's waiting for the train, waiting to get to somewhere else anywhere else. A misguided and misunderstood life she had lived so far.
Every morning she awoke from one nightmare only to find herself deep in another.
She had friends, but no one who really got her. She had people that understood her. but she kept them far away, afraid of what they might see. When she was young she looked at the world an saw beauty in everything. Now she can't look at the world for it hurts to much.
The moments that she really felt true happiness are a distant echo of the past. Many people she has influenced, only she cannot see the fruits of that because she keeps her eyes closed. Now she is waiting for the train, the train to take her home to the places she has never seen. The train to a life yet unlived. Leaving everything and everyone behind. Hoping that the grass is actually greener on the otherside.
And while waiting she sings Take me back to my home, Put me on a train, Take me to the home I've never seen, Away from the place where my childhood died. One last look at the hell she leaves behind, And she steps on the train. Free at last!
Cold and alone she sit's waiting for the train, waiting to get to somewhere else anywhere else. A misguided and misunderstood life she had lived so far.
Every morning she awoke from one nightmare only to find herself deep in another.
She had friends, but no one who really got her. She had people that understood her. but she kept them far away, afraid of what they might see. When she was young she looked at the world an saw beauty in everything. Now she can't look at the world for it hurts to much.
The moments that she really felt true happiness are a distant echo of the past. Many people she has influenced, only she cannot see the fruits of that because she keeps her eyes closed. Now she is waiting for the train, the train to take her home to the places she has never seen. The train to a life yet unlived. Leaving everything and everyone behind. Hoping that the grass is actually greener on the otherside.
And while waiting she sings Take me back to my home, Put me on a train, Take me to the home I've never seen, Away from the place where my childhood died. One last look at the hell she leaves behind, And she steps on the train. Free at last!
Living Movement
We're all moving.
Moving to a destination moving with our life moving to survive
We’re waiting till we reach it, the destination.
Why? To survive cause when you don’t move when there is no direction no future nothing to keep you alive.
You can’t spend your life hiding behind yourself your fears.
Life is change, motion, adventure.
Don’t hide behind religion, science, Psychology and Philosophy instead explore their Boundary’s
We all want to get to our destination even though we don’t always know what it is.
And when you get there by bus, train, car, plane, boat, bike or on foot. You can look back at the journey and say I’ve made it. Good for me.
Obsession
You have become an obsession. I can't force you out of my mind no matter how hard I try. And maybe just maybe I don't want to force you out. Maybe you are the reason why I take all the crap life throws at me, why I get up each morning with a big smile on my face thinking this might just turn out to be a good day. When I see your smile I want to keep going. When I'm feeling down and broken, your words keep me sane.
So.. Center of my obsession why do I write this? knowing that you never will find out it's about you. Because deep down I like you to know that there is a person that gives me hope, and that person is you.
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