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Saturday, July 29, 2006
Love = You + Me, where Me = -You Man knows nothing but love, And like wise, Love knows nothing but man. We're always entangled Stuck in a net of emotions, Trapped in an uneuqal equation of love. It never balances, But we just can't accept it. Why? Cause we're just man. Helpless as we are, Empowered are we. Each of us have in our hands, Our destiny, our plans. Bear this in mind And enlightenment we'll find. Till we rest in our coffins, Our graves, We must find and seek To never in the eyes of love Lay meek Yours always Mark Thursday, July 27, 2006
If Only And once again I lay my head to sleep Only to hope that some day I'll find the courage I seek And the luck I need To say what I feel Whats inside me thats real So goodnight And goodbye Fall asleep sweet child Hold not fear And not that tear But my love In your heart My darling My dear And as it always goes. If only things were different. If only our fates had crossed. Yours faithfully Mark Saturday, July 22, 2006
The Theory of The Long and Short Run Please forgive me I know not what I do Please forgive me I can't stop lovin' you We live in the short run. In the long run, we are all dead. Not just us, our hearts too. Politiks clad in white adorned with blue marked with a circle red it's hue bulbs explode with flashes so bright their darkest secrets, all hidden in the silence of the night they do not rule with fists of blood nor with ropes or whips used to scourge but with their words ever so strong, armed with laws pages long the freedom that man was granted now plundered - slowly murdered but look closely, and what do you see? the bigger picture - you and me |
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