Carelessly thinking about everything
With the big picture you'd think you'd see more
I feel like an outcast to say this
But my heart of stone is lying on the floor
A chill runs down my spine
The beautiful chords of screams, guitar, and strings
Rain drops falling to the already moistened earth below
Just to forget about the world you hate and all the things
I never realized that there was always a way out
It was in the back of my mind the whole time
I could run away, and actually be something
And then everything would be just fine
I would hide from you, if I never had to see you again
Not that I don't love them, I just don't want back in
The black hole.
Which destroys every being within its swirling magnetic grips.
Unappetising rotting cardboard boxes
Sluts whoring their temple to foreign men, and objects
Fat slobs eating their drug of choice. Big Mac with the works
The forgotten sun light, and the wish for something more
My choice, my life, do not tell me who I have to be
I have rebelled against everything I once knew
This foreign feeling. What is that taste?
Freedom.
Oh, so you mean you didn't know you were a prisoner the whole time?
I could have told you that.
Aaron Nolan (c)
Dezember 24, 2004
Bundesrepublik Deutschland















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With the big picture you'd think you'd see more"
I really love that part.
"Fat slobs eating their drug of choice. Big Mac with the works"
And I like that one alot too.
Great poem. I had to read it three times before I could write the comment, and still I don't have anything smart to say... but uhm.. I like it very much
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it occurred to me at once that love could be a great illusion
that makes fools of brilliant thinkers every day.
TIMASHUK! my rock music,Incheonlazerhead
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What is beauty unless you intend to use it?
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[link] - Nelson Esquire accoustic rock and electronic or whatever you really want to call it, listen to it and feel my sonic seduction
this ones perfect
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don't think
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Sleep on tight, til the sunlight burns you happy
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it occurred to me at once that love could be a great illusion
that makes fools of brilliant thinkers every day.
TIMASHUK! my rock music,Incheonlazerhead
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it occurred to me at once that love could be a great illusion
that makes fools of brilliant thinkers every day.
TIMASHUK! my rock music,Incheonlazerhead
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it occurred to me at once that love could be a great illusion
that makes fools of brilliant thinkers every day.
TIMASHUK! my rock music,Incheonlazerhead
--
it occurred to me at once that love could be a great illusion
that makes fools of brilliant thinkers every day.
TIMASHUK! my rock music,Incheonlazerhead
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