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Tuesday, 08 July 2008
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psalm 51-ish
feeling...
it's strange
i'm too far away
[out of range
our of sight
out of mind
out of body]
if this life were a cake
and the recipe unknown
do i have all the ingredients
with which i can bake?
show me how
i've gotta try
grow me wings
teach me to fly
under these clouds
among these trees
don't let me fail...
i want to succeed.
close these sinful eyes
and open up my heart
fill me with your spirit
from me, never depart...
amen
Thursday, 03 July 2008
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Currently Listening
Light Grenades
By Incubus
Kiss to Send Us Off
see relatedc
off the mainland
at the foot of the hills
towering giants
standing still
the city lights
are my only stars
passing people
speeding cars
feel the air
rise off the seas
but summer suffocates
no sign of breeze
sun come up
and dance about
the clouds so rare
a frown without
in a dream
filled with taxi's yellow
i wave goodbye
casual, mellow
in front of the trains
no hesistating
on November 11th
i'll be waiting
Tuesday, 01 July 2008
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Currently Listening
Futarigoto
By Radwimps
see relatedin the morning
Caffeine alarm clock.
Sushi.
rotating breezes
annoy Heightening senses
Diving into warmth:
P
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L
O
W
S
&
B
L
A
N
K
E
T
S
make me your prisoner (!)
おこして
Friday, 27 June 2008
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Currently Listening
Flying in the Blue Sky
By Pancakes
see relatedFriend of a Friend
He needs a quiet room
With a lock to keep him in
It's just a quiet room
And he's there...
He plays an old guitar
With a coin found by the phone
It was his friends guitar
That he played...
He's never been in love
But he knows just what love is
He says "nevermind"
And no one speaks...
He thinks he drinks too much
Cause when he tells his two best friends
"I think I drink too much"
No one speaks...
He plays an old guitar
With a coin found by the phone
It was his friends guitar
That he played...
When he plays
No one speaks...
Wednesday, 25 June 2008
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The Sands of Time are Sinking
The bride eyes not her garment,
But her dear Bridegroom’s face;
I will not gaze at glory
But on my King of grace.
Not at the crown He giveth
But on His pierced hand;
The Lamb is all the glory
Of Emmanuel’s land.O I am my Beloved’s
And my Beloved is mine!
He brings a poor vile sinner
Into His house of wine
I stand upon His merit -
I know no other stand,
Not e’en where glory dwelleth
In Emmanuel’s land.
amen.
peace
azwethinkweiz20910
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- Name: Rogers
- Birthday: 2/26/1988
- Gender: Male
- Member Since: 6/2/2008
About Me
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human in body. musical in nature. grace in soul.
