pantaloon

Intro I sought the great woman shrouded by darkness dressed in an ebony cloak the one with the hair of a faery and the voice of a goddess the wisdom of a sage and eyes that hold the history of the world and the future of humanity i sought the wise woman with the compassion of Mother Earth and the temper of the great god Zeus with medusa's power to turn men to stone and asclepius's power to change them back lakhesis's power to toy with time and atropos's power to stop it and the insight of the oracle at delphi I asked the wise woman, "Why is it that when you think things are at their worst, they only get worse? And why is

I was born, I laughed and cried, I lived for a while, And then I died So don't fret your time away, 'Cause I'll be back again some day And I'll be smiling, Like I do, and I'll be smiling Just for you Your too special To worry about me, Don't keep crying, I'll be back, you'll see...

It's me again... I turn to You. I'm so scared of what's to come. It's me again... I turn and run But whichever way I choose I might be wrong. If I could just see Your face Just once And then believe I need to know Where I belong That's the only thing that I'll ask today. Oh God, Please help me through I'm so lost and broken without You. I just can't Understand The reason for this complication I throw myself Into Your arms Sobbing like a beaten child Alone But with You I'm okay. It's me again... I turn to You Wipe my tears and dry my eyes 'cuz now I know The path I choose Will always lead me back... ...to You.

Experiences: had now gone, Dwelt upon until the dawn. Pure perfection even in truth, One night happened, gone from youth. A firm embrace to hold me close, More than I recieve from most. No regrets, I love to hear, Two weeks that I will truly hold dear. Gone unnoticed, like a shadow in night, But for me, I saw it's light. A soft farewell, I'd cry for you, But you won't have it, joy lasts too few. A moments spur of joy for me, Hopefully for us as we. One million things I know I've said, Our conversations gone not dead.

   I breathe in stale boredom. I breathe out and I'm another breath closer to death. I study like I should and I get deprived of my sleep. Day in and day out, it's the same thing; I wake, go to learn, come home, try to sleep.All the while, decaying and wasting away my last moments of childhood with people who don't care.    I am the Eternal Leaning Post. I am the Priestess of Problems. When I have something that's bothering me, you turn your backs. So I learned to hold it in.    Clothes baggier and stomach aching for food and yet cringing in disgust when it recieves any.   My life as a soap opera, would be mundane at best. My life as a mo

The Death of Liberty Privacy becomes a thing of the past What goes on in your bedroom could be your last Everything  leaves a mild sense of doom A single flash of light cast can leave a print of gloom What a loss of rights we suffer when the status quo remains What a loss of life when things don't get rougher When all mankind ignores its pains Your cash and vehicle are who you are Credentials are something of a joke To everyone education is a mar Because no one has yet awoke Free choice is only a feeling The choice is made by the green If people rise up it leaves the powerful reeling In their opinion we should stay clean Me