| Feeling a liitle frazzled lately, lol. |


What I Can DoTheres so many things I want to do To show you how I feel for you But I have no money to do these things And for me a little sadness it brings So I thought and I thought of what I can do And here's the things I can give to youWhat I Can Do
I can be there for you
when times get tough and goodness knows
they're tough enough I can be beside you Night and day and never ever go away I can give you the key that holds my heart So no one can ever Tear us apart I can do silly things to make you laugh and write you a note in hopes I get o


Personal HellWhere shattered realms of disbelief Merge with masses built from grief Passion once a lifetime knew An angel cries, chaos brews Groves of distance filled with sadness Teardrops fall embracing madness Heart bereft of a soul itself Captures emptiness, And so shall dwellPersonal Hell
Through time no more A personal hell


Ten Words For My LoveTen words from my love... to tell him how i feel to paint him a picture of something so realTen Words For My Love
Where love fills a once empty space and time captures distance two souls do embrace, Chaos turns to passion Angels gather round and listen to the whispers of true loves wonderous sound Two hearts beating
melding into one feel the senses reeling hear the trumpets roar Near groves of orchid blossoms seeming all so surreal Ten words my love sent me to tell him how i feel
and softly she whispers Forever...i'm yours


Food For ThoughtHigh in the sky,Food For Thought
clouds and ash,
floating like a kite on a windy spring day; make the sun seem obsolete.
From my window, I can see the huge masses of volcanic gas; swirling and billowing;
like demons on a quest for your soul, making the sky so dirty. All that is visible is an ugly gray....
The rocks burst from the mouth of the monster with a force I'm unable to comprehend. The volcano spews its' hot liquid and fills the air with gasses, Its' appetite not yet quenched. The molten lava flows downward cascading like a waterfall... &nb
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God must love idiots, he made so many of them
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God must love idiots, he made so many of them
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God must love idiots, he made so many of them
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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