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2 CorinthiansIf I speak in human and angelic tongues but do not have love, I am a resounding gong or a clashing cymbal.
If I speak in foreign and local tongues but do not have love, I am an emitting radio or a static television.
And if I have the gift of prophecy and comprehend all mysteries and all knowledge; if I have all faith so as to move mountains but do not have love, I am nothing.
And if I have the job of protection and loyalty of all body and of all knowledge; if I have all honesty so as to stand through trails but do not have love, I am meaningless.
If I give away everything I own, and if I hand my body over so that I may boast but do not have love, I gain nothing.
If I give all that I have, and if I give what rightfully is mine so that I have but an empty shell but do not have love, I win nothing
Love is patient, love is kind. It is not jealous, (love) is not pompous, it is not inflated,
Love is fiery, love is wild. It is not tranquil, it is not presumptuous,
66. TrapI, take you, for my lawful wife,
Are these those famous last words
That I have heard?
To have and to hold,
Does this bond us togehter
With a solid ball and chain?
From this day forward,
Is it truely forever and ever
or can we be parted?
For better, for worse,
Why is it always we must
be together in worse?
For richer, for poorer,
Can we withhold the idea
and never be poorer?
In sickness and in health,
Is it true we are in this when ill
am I expected to take care of you?
Until death do us part.
That is like forever,
What God has joined, men must not divide
Take this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity.
In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.
65. HorrorIt is a dark night,
It is a long road,
But the temptation of home
and a long deserved warm meal.
He is a traveler
He is a nomad
But something drives him
and she is a true love.
The journey is vast
The weather is torture
But the wind's at his back
and he travels lightly.
But the night is young
and there are miles to go.
He never makes it home
And she dies a widow.
64. MultitaskingCellular and mobile devices
Laptops, desktops, web books
iPods, Mp3's, and digital radios
In this world all Medias are fair game
And make multi tasking as easy as it once was
To find a horse and carriage.
One FamilyQuiet in our thoughts
Laughter is not far behind
Somber in our stature
Dancing is not too concealed
Tragic with our losses
Mourning will vanish in the morrow
Lost with our pain
Rejoicing will return to us
For even in death
We are united
SignatureMemories of yours
Objects in my room
You sold me gloom
And all the lights.
Are you a fool
Or a blind mind?
Believing my lies
Soon you will die.
I have the rights
Of all your stupid life
Any kind of will
You read the chain
Embracing your neck
You signed it anyway
I am so lucky
I own a soul
I’m lord of its world
My wealth grows.
There’s no escape
My hopeless pet
Be my slave
And try to obey.
first kissThere is no equality in love
Who willingly wears the tightest glove
All must give what few can take
Brave heart dares bend far past its break
No casual chance not to be bored
Give to get true risk reward
No one can win this dangerous game
We all play still the same
While at the door pause reminisce
Only to remember that first kiss
Take these drugs and feel the fun,
smile once and then you’re done.
Click our ad and try your luck,
elation-fit, and then you’re stuck.
For just another little dime
be happy, happy, all the time.
Melancholy’s for the saps,
put your boredom in our traps.
Once you need a stronger fix,
Give us money, get your kicks.
Hear our pitch, ignore the slime,
be happy, happy, all the time.
Real worlds do not exist,
lance that sadness like a cyst,
Make your own world, make it true,
Use our rules, made just for you.
Where sadness is the biggest crime,
be happy, happy all the time.
RustyMy heart is of rich, bright copper old
And in it contained love and happiness
It's not my smile or eyes that are bold
But the joyous soul shines its goodness
And then I met him, a mysterious guy
Of high status, an aristocrat if you will
He's charming, majestic like the sky
His grey eyes always gave my spine a chill
I don't know what lured me into him
Perhaps it was the danger that he emits
Little did I know he was nothing but grim
And he sucked out my life when we kiss
Heart and soul turned cold, a hard metal shell
I couldn't repair it no matter what I tried to do
The love was replaced with something from hell
Anger, sadness, misanthropy only grew and grew
My tears, like rain, touches my metal heart- now red
It's rusting away, until one day I must dispose of it
It is no longer beautiful, no longer pure, just dead
I'm broken and tainted with vileness of an evil spirit
Like a rusted robot, I need someone to fix me, a repair
Please clean me and help me rid of the painful memories
pencilsif life was a pencil,
my eraser would be gone.
all used up,
but the lead would live on.
it would make it's mistakes,
but couldn't take them back.
so the lead would live on,
until it cracked.
hot to trotinside out
this years' toy
hot to trot
Melody"Be proud of yourself",
the words rise and fall.
"Look at what you have accomplished!",
They hit against the wall.
"Be proud of who you are".
They sing to me and to all.
Hear the song,
and the reason to be alive.
To think it's warmth,
To think it's touch,
would leave me in cold,
and forever behind,
was far from my mind.
The melody brought me down,
taking my hands in it's chains,
never allowing me to reach and rise,
in the light of the sunrise.
rustythey called me little iron-heart,
because i "only cared about myself."
if only they knew the memories,
that were rusting away on my shelves.
the feelings came along with the pain,
and back to the memories to start.
everything in my life led up,
to my gray, little, locked up broken-heart.
i didn't care about anyone,
because i was unable to care anymore.
i thought i wore my heart on my sleeve,
i thought my sadness was apparent, for sure.
but maybe they just couldn't see past me,
and see that my heart was a little dusty.
so that's me, "iron-heart", the big fat jerk.
well i'm sorry if my social skills are rusty.
Confessions of a Nameless PoetI don’t seek harmony in life,
I don’t seek harmony in nature,
I don’t seek harmony in strife.
I don’t pretend to understand
The law of universal order.
I am where I am meant to stand.
I’ve never tried to touch a flame
Or walk the angry ocean waters,
For nature is not mine to tame.
I don’t seek luck; it isn’t real.
I don’t seek dreams too great for dreaming,
I don’t reveal the things I feel,
The thoughts I think,
The hopes I kill...
What I seek, friend, is love eternal.
For love I’d give up even peace,
To rid myself of hate infernal
And feel release.
63. Do Not DisturbProprium humani ingenii est odisse quem laeseris -
For we the wrong forget to admit our wrongs;
Failure for us to forgive the ones we have hurt.
I who hurt those around me, wish to how to forgive.
Perfer et obdura; dolor hic tibi proderit olim-
There are only so many layers of epidermis one slice is all it takes;
It opens up the wonderful life that makes me a worse person.
I who feel pain now wish to grow to no longer see pain as an outlet
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