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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
Hello, hello, helloHello, hello, hello.
Is that you behind the door?
I haven't known you round this way,
since many years before.
Hello, hello, hello.
I can hear you by the sink.
I'd offer you a cup of tea,
if you had lips to drink.
Hello, hello, hello.
I thought you might drop by.
You always loved these barn-storm nights,
when lightning cracks the sky.
Hello, again, hello.
In the draft I feel your touch.
It does me good to know you're near,
and hurts me just as much.
Hello, my dear, hello.
We shared such postcard bliss.
It cracked like lightning on that night.
A dark night just like this.
Hello, a soft hello.
A nothing sort of fight.
I dashed a plate against the wall.
You stormed into the night.
Hello, my love, hello.
I hoped that you'd come back.
By wind-blown door I kept my watch,
and felt my still heart crack.
Hello, a long hello.
The years have left their mark.
My hands are cold; my eyes grow weak.
I'm left here in the dark.
Sit down and say hello.
I'll go pour that cup of tea.
I haven't lo
Let Venom LieMore than I could bother to resist.
Though I know how it ends, I begin.
Break each promise off my list.
Bleach and menthol can't clean away my sin.
If I calcify, then what is left?
Polluted vessels itching ever more;
A poisoned, bloated soul bereft;
Each last shred of the self I deplore.
I would break my bones to slake a thirst
Bubbling back stronger with every snap.
Fighting off screams before I burst.
Brick myself in with my own sweet trap.
Each line I spin will sing tomorrow -
Sell it like silver and watch it grow.
Lies can tarnish just like sorrow
Becoming the secrets my parents need to know.
CluesI’ll give you clues
They’ll be there
It’s your choice
Or to ignore
I gave you clues
They were there
And now they’re gone
But I saw none!
Instrumental nothingnessCapitalizing on the fears you hold inside so close
The ones you try to hide and run away from the most
From fake façades to false fronts the walls built so high
The entire world sees teary waters collect in reddish eyes
A sleeve is often meant to cover certain tender flesh
Yet this is where passions lay displayed for all the rest
It should be effortless to control a part of you
But why is it so difficult when emotions go askew
I know logic is folly and that I am no machine
So how does one control a fiery love lined passions unseen
In times of dark and despair,
In times of test and trouble,
I refuse to be in this bloody rubble.
I have much at stake,
that is up to take,
and slide in the Devil's wake.
For my friends sake,
I will fight on.
Because he is worthy of this par take,
above my grave, the bloody lake.
Mind in Madnesscan you see what coils inside?
behind these sleepless, weary eyes?
a chaos, i cannot abide
yet within my thoughts it lies.
A drum beat or a lambent cord
pulsing deep inside my skull
i pray my sense to be restored
yet the drum beats never dull
Swirling, like a vortex storm
ceasing not, its twisting ways
again i pray, for lucid form
and wait for brighter days
such a mind, in madness caught
beseeching, clarity to come
yet all my prayers i know are naught
this inner tumult leaves me numb
Heart of the Woman IIHeart of the Woman
What will glow like fire every night?
What will shine like the stars?
What will glimmer so brightly
That one will see it from afar?
What will have value more than precious stones,
More than silver and gold?
What has a price so dear when bought
But never should be sold?
Men, if you don't know, then ask your wives; if they don't know, then ask Puabi.
Of chivalry long forgotten'Tis odious that I must repeat,
these words in solemn tone.
But in this hour I seek retreat.
For I feel the most alone.
I feel as if the world has left
those tenants once held dear.
and this new age does seem bereft
of all concord, I fear.
I find solace in lores of old.
Of time when manners ruled.
but do wonder, had they foretold,
they'll soon be overruled
would they have then bore
differently, their day to day affairs?
would have they then tore
in despair, these moral codes of theirs?
but then my heart to me says "nay,
they were too good for such.
They'd still have lived their day to day
chivalrous, very much"
And thus it is that leads me to
think "Something's gone wrong here"
"why is it so, that now man too,
over morals despair?"
"why is it so that now-a-days
goodwill and courtship dead
do still yet longingly do gaze
at every single head?"
"why still do men, if even some
hold fast to friendships fair
and still do long, though troublesome
to for their friends be there?"
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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