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Name: DJ
Country: Afghanistan
Birthday: 7/4/1900
Gender: Male
Interests: being bored
Expertise: professional mouse clicker.
reaching perfect poetics
having civil wars with my emotions.
learning that being a kid sucks when u dont have any toys to play with!
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Art
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
3/18/2003
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| i see it coming, the loud train for my thoughtsto think is to believe and to see it hit, it makes me lost
my tributes to myself, i cant take no more
bent over backwards, torn to shreds, mopping pride all over this floory
ou fight because you believe that your wants will WANT to be true
And your needs are forgotten because its only waht you SEE is true
but eyes are decieving, images can be illusions, anyone can clothe a naked lie with maximum excuses
We were brought into this world falsed with reality
I live life for tommorow, my mind faces immortality
these words will be passed on, althought my body wont
But why does the pain start in the heart and ends in the throat
We smoke knowing that one day we Could die
And its that same Hope that keeps every nicotine addict alive
So Why does love not have such warning? its everywhere and anywhere from kingdoms to poor orphans
If people had tract marks for the Love they thought they had found
wait a minute, people do have them, check the crack whore in your local downtown
The truths the lies the moves the highs from the swear to gods to the permanent goodbye
sits there clearer then crystal, and confusion that it really isnt that simple
Stay true to myself, keeping my head higher then most hip bones
No one can be that stoned out of luck they must teach themself, that in reality i really just dont give a fuck. | | |
| i am away now my first step into a new world,a new home
skipped past the river hurled across the stepping stones
a dream that has come to life like nights birthing suns
I sleep to the peace of miles davis blaring to my eardrum
its like a journey ive dreamt as a little kid but yet
its like grade school, i ignore the alarm i do not wish to awake yet
the places i need to see and the reality my mind creates
Well ive chosen a life long career and a dream i do destinate
manipulation of what seems like simulation is really the stimulation of dream recreation
it seems mad actually it seems pretty close to insane
but i work for love and not for what debt in my bank remains
i am truly inspired by what my favorite artist are telling me
its like the underground railroad and all im doing is retelling my followings
to succeed is not to be in try, but to do what need be done
because what follows comes naturally, no force needed unlike some
the same hands pierced by the romans have me roamin this world of jah
and alli can do is sit back and have my eyes and mind in aw
heaven i tell you is not what happens when you die
but the dream you never awoke from, even when you opened up your eyes....
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| its time, for me to feel moved
as if these wins are meaningless to each critical lose
I refuse to give in, i see sips of each of my sins
Chances destruct to zero and slim
I'm in....
i feel bathed and crushed as if addicted to this rush
I rush as if time ticks against every want of this touch
The lust beams, winged over clouds made of highs
Tried to be, but only left alone...to dry
Smile hold it in. Pain threatens every needle that holds up my grins.
I awake to each sun...looking down at its warmth
Like they say, there is no such freedom until u head to the north
But by what force do i work for, i'd die for love even if by sword
Waste plus time is a equation i truly can't afford
but who can?
As if the devil invented affection and God detemines romance
But i play by my own rules by my own commandments
Where sins are not forgiven but diminished and banished
So how great can ur life be, if u only live between the dashes
It's the ashes to ashes from dawn till dusk
I spill life and taste it with the goldest of cups
Ahead of my own name Thrown away like spare change
I don't have time but the world will learn to not spare new change
So who really is sane? Is it me because in these moments i feel lost
And the only thing I can bare is my own constant thought
I leave this place.... and live within the dot dot dots. | | |
| It seems its been a distance
at this mile i've been walking
Lost my head in a dispute
becuz i hear myself talking
Because my minds blew
like no winds before
As if currents made of moons
swept this ocean floor
Clear as burning stars
shooting across my eye
i spy, hoping to entice
your hand into mine
what is this feeling that grabs u like a glance
that when you choose to feel, you can...
A story never told me no lies, it just described
the justice of that has left my chest in crime
False identity, a petty fee, to pay just for the
taste of your destiny. Hope brings peace to my
own chaos and disorder. further more i'd choose
a heart of soldier than a heart of a war.
I have forged through this jungle....asking god for answers
Replies of crickets and gun shots, between the american anthems
I am that drum roll that beats between men in camoflauged masquerades
A silenced killer.....impatiently waiting for his day...
to start to end its all the same....I wish for clouds, cuz i am too part of this rain. | | |
| Dear Self,
it has been a while since i last wrote to you. Got a bit carried away with my moments of my peresonal feuds. No days or nights to sit down and spill some thoughts, because like spilled milk i was afraid of getting caught. The moments i have lived for...have been overplayed too many times and i felt i had this need to explain it in a few lines. I missed sitting down next to rainy day windows.Assissting clouds with a puff of breathe like some indo. I stand slowly watching the phrases document my journeys but this voice inside that i've enticed to come within a hurry. I've tried to write you thanks for process of my monologues but now i've learned a catalogue of cyphered diaologues. My need for problems waved to me in abundance and i had forgotten that expression was my freedom and trust. These words that you've learned to exclimate your points, crossing catholic Tees and remembering hymns to exploit. The world in its fast lane, Bullets flying past trains, explain the thoughts that rhythmed me into change. it was change that detained my reasons of non perfection but i accepted the respect that came with the effort. My goals were nothing more than future destinies. All i had to do was learn to manifest any type of destiny. See my reach was shorter than what i could grab. Never saw what was in front of me as i kept taking that chance. And soon my eyes were opened to the gold i had within. A pen made of silver cutting words through ears as if decepting eyes with a grin. i can not afford to glorify my such vicotires because you must keep watching others keeping your eyes open when you sleep. The creep is always looking for that easy come up. If i tried, to play fair you must always use misconduct. It must be easy to say that you've come along way but remember to blink when you see; a new day awaits. Its rays will pinch through you dearly. so i write with you this warning....
sincerely,
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