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Sunday, May 29, 2005

Whispering Truths

Posted on 9:14 AM by jimmy
Whispering silently between your lips,
Many a times you have asked me this;
With a twinkle in your eye,
What I love about you the most?

Each time I found ways, shrugged this off,
Little kisses sealed in tight hugs.
I know each time you just held tighter,
Shed a few tears before you dozed to sleep.

Baby! shed this tear no more , no more;
Hold on to me now , Hold me tight, Wait no more,
I got all your answers tonight, right here,
Right or wrong, this word you can trust.

Our destiny; we will face her together,
Come any tempest, just promise me this,
Promise me you will keep on holding,
Holding on to my word and to your love.

I know nothing lasts forever dear,
Tonight to you precious I gift these,
My word, My self, My honor,
Yours till the truth do perish.

Whispering truths over thunder showers,
Chilling winds howling in the dark,
Feelings flying like kites in a storm,
Filling colours into a dark blue sky.
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Thursday, May 26, 2005

Ghost Cop

Posted on 10:02 AM by jimmy
I am the ghost cop, bitch.
The dead dont walk ugly on my beach.
Run Run or hide with the livng.

Are you that ghost lady who rode,
On a donkey instead of a horse?
Dressed so ugly in white lace and leather pants,
Even a mirror dont show you no affection.

You spin your head North, South, East, West,
I dont know ugly, why you trippin,
'cause there aint no one looking, but those dead
Out cursing, their fate after death, wishing for hell

You can't escape me now witch, I am the bomb,
I was teaching, preaching, All in the name of the devil,
When I was alive , kicking, screaming and singing
I be the king, mixing music 'n madness , souls 'n sins.

I am the ghost cop, bitch.
The dead dont walk ugly on my beach.
Run Run or hide with the livng.
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Tuesday, May 24, 2005

I Drift

Posted on 7:53 PM by jimmy
In this world led by humans
I seek the fruits of my actions,
Worshiping the gods in chaste,
For quick successes borne to my actions.

Purified by my penance,
Armed with new wisdom under god,
Beyond just hardwork and dedication,
Erasing anything deemed impossible.

My uncertanity, my instability, my insanity
Generated in nature by my knowledge,
In search of the truth and enlightenment,
Yet ignorant to ever know when I attain it.

Completely rid of desires,
My fears riddled by anger,
Wholly dependent on simple passions, I drift
From rational into a realm of abstracts.
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Saturday, May 21, 2005

Hot Summer Noon

Posted on 7:53 PM by jimmy
Sweet margaritas on a hot summer noon,
Hurricane mix 'n slender hips,
Light head with dance steps,
Senorita, you got me dancing to your moves.
Pink shades on your sexy eyes,
Floral skirt, guitar strings,
Its hot, I know, time to get cold and cozy,
Dont watch me from so far away, blowing me kisses
Dive into the pool with me, take a swim.
Come tango underwater with your butter shakes.
I'll hold your tummy, keep you floating,
Keep you close to me, even hold your hands,
On a hot summer noon, margaritas 'n hurricane mix.
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Thursday, May 19, 2005

The Hollow Man

Posted on 10:48 PM by jimmy
Fear now and fear forever
The hollow man he comes

Run, dont rest here this night
Sleep tonight and sleep forever

Under the darkness of night
The hollow man he rises

Leaping out from a realm of dreams
There he bathes in a river of sins

Deep within all our thoughts
The hollow man he sees

Cursed by the ancient demons
To live blind in the society of humans

Feeding fresh from all our pains
The hollow man he grows

There is no longer good or evil
Our deeds are dead to his justice

We dont have the power over his skill
The hollow man he kills

Fear now and fear forever
Sleep tonight and sleep forever
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Monday, May 16, 2005

Infactuations

Posted on 10:13 AM by jimmy
You are the one dwelling on my senses,
Developing attachments for love and desire.
Bringing memories of infactuations causing confusions,
Filling my mind with duties and goals,
Justifying your actions with a thirst for passion.

You are the one dressing up my conflicts,
Dismissing all your cravings in the mirror,
Keeping me awake in that trance between pleasures,
Repeating my words beyond comprehension to your ears,
Scripting the unknown future with innumerable directions.

You are the one renouncing your name,
Seeking refuge in an equipoise within my mind,
Performing these actions against my simple questions,
Blundering under the blindness of your infactuation,
Understanding me well to know my heart wont let yours fall.
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Friday, May 13, 2005

Back To Where I Belong

Posted on 9:31 PM by jimmy
Back to where I belong,
Forseeing changes over my horizon,
Judging right from wrong all around,
Keeping an ear to the ground,
Reframing my questions to life,
Thinking in terms of blessings,
Pulling together all my memories,
Listening between voices in my head,
Back from and into my future,
Resisting the urge to surrender,
Imagining a wonder like no other,
Renewing focus on my uncommon sense,
Striking a balance with my time,
Aiming for the greater good,
In ways travelled by none,
With sunset and sunshine holding my hands,
Back from and to where I belong.
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Tuesday, May 10, 2005

There Is No Road

Posted on 8:23 AM by jimmy
There is no road. Just meaninglesss and shapeless pebbles, blocks, pieces.

You , I and all forms. There is no path, there is no goal, there is no destiny.

We created it all, in our head, fed by waves and thoughts, of fools, bigger and better, older and rotting,in graves, in dreams, inside.

There is no life, there is no death, there is no fear, there is no existance, there is no puzzle, there is no mystery.

There are no elements, there are no visions, there are no eyes. We dont see, there is no road.
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Monday, May 2, 2005

A Small Town Dream

Posted on 12:34 PM by jimmy
You are twentysix years rich,
Yet so wortless in our small town,
Oh what can you do, what can you do?

If you were a doctor, you would be welcome,
Caring for the old and young much alike,
Maybe even the occasional pig pet.

If you were a painter, you would decorate,
Homes and walls inside or outside,
Make beautiful eveything with a touch.

If you were a carpenter, you would build,
Homes, dreams and magic with your skill,
The school will call you to build their stage.

If you were a lawyer, you would bring order,
Tacky ways and styles in your black robe,
Rise your way upto a small judge, maybe.

If you were a mechanic, you would repair,
Used cars and broken machines,
Mend some pretty hearts all the same.

So , so many things to be,
To make your dream, a small town dream,
Respected by us, a few simple folks.

You build softwares, you say, making life easy,
Whats this new soft fabric you'd need,
To find your place in our small town?
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