The Tale of a Hat Tip The Tale of a Hat TipThe Tale of a Hat Tip
I tip, to you good sir, my hat indeed The hat which sits so soft upon my hair Under which the hair sits on my head The head of which thinks thoughts
These thoughts, good sir you see Are something you will never know For one thought, good sir, may change you And yet I tip my hat to you
For this gesture of my hat Place gently on my hair Sitting atop my solemn head Makes motion towards respect, good sir And that, I assure you, I do not concur
So, my dear sir, you must understand In my head On wh
The Mix To Prelude Number 5 The Mix To Prelude Number 5The Mix To Prelude Number 5
Noting with quant exasperation
The lack of love I feel in this nation Hardly a person left to see Who hasn’t come and taken a part of me Running faster as it may Yet there is no close to this endless day
Just as I did once know Today I stood and preach for a world to show No pain left in the seas of hate No trouble left in my book of dreams Nothing more to be said or done Just left for hard work and a day won
So, alas, this is what you ask. How is it sir, which you can say? Just don’t jud
Morning Sights, Failing SoundsEarly Morning Sights, Failing Sounds Early morning clash of endless sights and sounds Thoughts wild in my mind's playground Eyes open to a brand new day Vision blurred the same old wayMorning Sights, Failing Sounds
Walking the new day by dawn Wondering about the things come and gone Faces coming to me fast Mostly memories of my past
So many questions from me left unasked Hiding behind a smile and a playful mask If only you were left to see I wonder what you'd think of me?
Walking side by side as we do Never to know what i think of you Talking idlely as time passe
Tick TockTic-Tock Click, Click, Click Moments passing with each clock tick My mind hurting for what I’ve done Paralyzed in fear, for I can not runTick Tock
Tears flowing in my eyes and down my cheeks All because I ended up being that creep Slowly ruining all I ever said I would protect Missing the times that seemed so perfect
Click, Click, Click Guilt growing with each clock tick And so I lose the friend I adore Nothing left of you anymore
My body shaking when I realize what I’ve lost For what I once admired, is now the cost And away flies t
Nearly 3 and a half years...
Content
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boredom is the tree that bares the frute of my imagination
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WARNING:any typos or orthographic mistakes is dew to me being dyslexic
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Good heavens, just look at the tiem!
Cheers.
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"I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, and what can be the use of him is more than I can see."
-Robert Stevenson-
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Is art really something tangable? Or is it more something you sense? In the words of a great-
"Art does not reproduce the visible, it makes visible"
Your face in vivid color is all real enough for me, true art in angeline robes. ~Benjamin~
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Is art really something tangable? Or is it more something you sense? In the words of a great-
"Art does not reproduce the visible, it makes visible"
Your face in vivid color is all real enough for me, true art in angeline robes. ~Benjamin~
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See you on the road my friends!
~gotei13
Please leave a sign of yoru passage
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See you on the road my friends!
~gotei13
Please leave a sign of yoru passage
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