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| these things we feelL-O-V-E doesn't have to be a romance. It doesn't have to be a kiss. It doesn't have to be anything but living and living for you.
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These nights just drip away/ they’re looking out for their painful death/ their painful death
They all went away/ left you on your own/ to suffer and to pray/ you pray you’re not alone
Sometimes… the world can be a cruel/unnatural place/ Sometimes… you wonder if you get down on your face/ will they go, will they leave you here by yourself/ and let you sleep the darkness off again.
My L-O-V-E for you is my sitting by your side and covering your eyes till the Wild Things dance away.
My L-O-V-E for you sees me shivering to protect you from the cold.
My L-O-V-E for you sees me sharing a life with you forever, and you sharing one forever with me.
My L-O-V-E for you brings me closer to loving Him, because you show me how great His love is.
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I think it's time, we give it up
And figure out what's stopping us
From breathing easy, and talking straight
The way is clear if you're ready now
The volunteer is slowing down
And taking time to save himself
The little cracks they escalated
And before you know it is too late
For making circles and telling lies
But that won't happen to us.
We dance and we trap the words in-between our hands
Like pretty little fairies fluttering across the daisies,
But we won't squash them with our fingers: we kiss them.
Just as they take to the air, we take to our paths and vanish.
Where will we ever find a castle to climb on?
Maybe if we had fallen from the stars we'd bring hearts here
To the pretty little hollow that we call home,
But for now the stars look better lying in the grass at night.
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| How We Isolate OurselvesI was reading Foucault last night. He talks a lot about the isolation government places punishment in. Since the 1700's public executions and torture have become extinct. We never talk about them anymore... we never see the punishment anymore. Executions today are facilitated by a doctor who "comforts" the guilty one. The punishment he administers must be painless... quick... silent... comfortable.
But I'd ask whether or not we weren't better off with the "savage brutality" of ages gone. What is better: to openly execute, mutilate, and destroy the body, or to keep the punishment secret, quiet, and clean? I'd argue the latter has destroyed much of society today and isolated the punishment from the crime.
In the 1800's men aligned the punishment with the crime. If you stabbed someone to death you would be slowly cut into pieces. If you attempted to kill the king you had your skin torn out with hot pincers and then boiling oil poured onto the wounds... before they tore your limbs off.
It sounds gruesome, and that's the point. The punishment discouraged the act. There was no doubt as to the nature of the punishment. You knew that if you were caught you'd be tortured in the worst possible way... and it promoted civil obedience. Hiding the penalty made the crime seem isolated. It didn't touch us any longer. We became protected. No uncomfortable hangings... not nasty ceremonies. We civilized the punishments. But in so doing we also civilized the crimes themselves.
Remember, if the crime is associated with the punishment, the punishment is also associated with the crime. Dante gave links in his Divine Comedy to the sin and the subsequent punishment. We hide the punishment and we hide the crime. We make them both disappear, and we make ourselves feel better. All the while we become part of a never-ending cycle meant to isolate us from the truth. The truth is brutal, deadly, and gruesome, and the second we remove ourselves from that we remove our ability to combat the acts we so desperately fear.
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| dancing in sweet moonlight.Looking up the hill tonight
When you have closed your eyes
I wish I didn't have to make all those mistakes and be wise
Please try to be patient and know that I'm still learning
I'm sorry that you have to see the strength inside me burning
Where are you now, angel now
Don't you see me crying
And I know that you can't do it all
But you can't say your not trying
I'm on my knees in front of him
But he doesn't seem to see me
But all his troubles on his mind is looking right through me
And I'm letting myself down deciding is falling you
And I wished that you could see I have my troubles too
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| so here we go"And if you'd 'a took to me like
A gull takes to the wind.
Well, i'd 'a jumped from my tree
And i'd a danced like the king of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well."
You could be happy, I hope you are
You made me happier than I'd been by far
Somehow everything I own smells of you
And for the tiniest moment it's all not true
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forever is coming fast.
happy are the days and mystical are the hours we spend together.
spinning times wrap around our heads - kept close together.
and we wonder where the years go.
but i don't need more than silence
words are the icing on the cake, and every one of yours is richer than before.
i say your name and i laugh, i paint your picture and i smile
because smiles are what i see when i see you.
happy till tomorrow. bouncing till yesterday. living forever today.
adventures forever. sumne in amore? cogito sum. | | |
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Some say that the age of chivalry is past, that the spirit of
romance is dead. The age of chivalry is never past, so long
as there is a wrong left unredressed on earth. -Charles Kingsley
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