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Can their be a love chain reaction in your life?. Can it open up a lot of new doors in your life?.......
Can love really turn into a love bottle neck jam is someone's heart?......
Love slingshot takes a shot at somebody's heart as does it hit them or does it only miss them?.
Has someone's great love feature paly in your heart many times a day or is it a cool chick flick only?
I only made 2 lyrics in September. Woah. But it's okay. I can make more this October! Yay!
(after a day: I was surprised to see the other song lyrics that I have composed in September! I almost forgot about it because of the school works! )
~original song by Tom (WordWulf) Sterner & his boyz~I may tell a little lie to the night~I may~cry a cup of tears~yes I might~I may be sad but don’t you worry~there are times we have had~they’re the best I ever knew~& I may yet tip a cup with you~
It's been a long time. Here is another set of lyrics I created for August 2011. Hope you like it.
Part 2 of my lyrics! If ever it is possible, I hope I can make money through this. :P
It all started as a kid in the worst kind of ghetto slum...This is my story, told without bitterness and with no pretense at moralization...As a criminal and street-dweller, I went through many kinds of hell–including the hell of incarceration in a jungle-like world where the bigger...
~Writing from my camper~I traveled from California to Colorado last week to witness a rite of passage. My grandson, Billy, graduated with honors from high school. He has been accepted by the School of Mines, a college where young folks work hard to become engineers. Family is tall ...
~ I have 5 children ~ 7 grandchildren ~ 1 great granddaughter ~ wife Kathy & stepdaughter ~ Cinder Dawg & Bubba Kat ~ what joy ~ the newest addition to our family ~ I’ll hug her soon ~ 1400 miles ~ 24 days from now ~
I chose to use one of my own paintings to depict the inestimable bondage of ill refuted 'trials and tribulations' we bring upon ourselves when not following the dictates of our own heart. The journey through our incalculable precarious soul will add irretrievable beauty and ineffable ...
~ lamerica, clothed in great warring monuments of glory ~ Jim Morrison ~ what are morals to us sons of god ~ Nietzsche ~ you are as much responsible for the Vietnam war as I am for killing these people ~ Charles Manson ~ the tragedy “man” & its hero, the conqueror worm ~ Poe ~
~ that’s how I met her lamerica, lonely & frozen ~ Jim Morrison ~ I know these god-like men all too well: they want one to have faith in them & doubt to be sin ~ Nietzsche ~ I think that it is high time that you all start looking at yourselves, and judging the lie that you live in ~...
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We all feast at the banquet table of relationships. The chosen menu is usually our selection, or so we think. In Charlie McRoy's case, he gets a bird's eye view of the inner workings of intimacy played out from two different perspectives.
~ wild sounds in the night ~ ~ angel siren voices ~ Jim Morrison ~ as a moral lion ~ roar before the daughters of the universe ~ Nietzsche ~ then you say how bad & even killers, your children are ~ Charles Manson ~ for the heart whose woes are legion ~ Poe ~ who loves ya ~ shotgun ~
~ to reassert tribal needs & memories ~ Jim Morrison ~ enveloped by you ~ silent & foreboding girl-cats ~ Nietzsche ~ you expect to break me? Impossible! You broke me years ago ~ Charles Manson ~ I stand beneath the mystic moon, an opiate vapor, dewy, dim ~ Poe ~ riding dead horses ~
~ I made the blue cars go away ~ Jim Morrison ~ if it was as lovely an oasis belly ~ Nietzsche ~ You eat meat and you kill things that are better than you are ~ Charles Manson ~ in veils & drowned in tears ~ Poe ~ what hunts you down ~ owns you ~ is where you are ~
~ 26 hours behind the wheel ~ highway bridges yawned before me ~ toothless mouths ~ endless voids ~ windshield of my truck a face looking back ~ a monster waiting to devour me ~ window down cursing ~ swallowed by the cocoon of time ~
~ I am a guide to the labyrinth ~ Jim Morrison ~ Are your longings under a thousand maths, you fool! ~ you poet! ~ Nietzsche ~ I hope your dreams take you to the highest of your hopes ~ Charles Manson ~ by good angels tenanted ~ Poe ~ name it religion ~ sacrifice others ~ save your ...
~the oldest child in a family of eight children ~ I knew all about changing diapers ~ raised three daughters & two sons myself ~ needles & pins uh ~ time for the grand-babies ~ I laugh & roll up my sleeves ~ piece o’ cake ~ I got the new-fangled diaper ~ sticky tabs stuck ~ where th...
