I don't see how some people can get up every morning and look at themselves as an active member of the human race.
I don't see how some people can get up every morning and look at themselves as an active member of the human race.
Oh man. If you love licorice, you gotta try this stuff. Wow, it's so good.
VERSE 1
Now I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this - the fourth , the fifth
The minor fall, a major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
CHORUS
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
VERSE 2
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to the kitchen chair
She broke your throne, she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
CHORUS
VERSE 3
Baby I've been here before
I've seen this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
CHORUS
VERSE 4
There was a time you'd let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
Remember when I moved in you
The Holy dark was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
CHORUS
VERSE 5
Maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who out drew you
It's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
CHORUS
I really dunno how to shake this feeling. There's a girl I knew who is really now no more than a ghost of a memory, but I just can't seem to shake it. It's a horrible empty feeling to have loved someone so completely and for so long and have a million reasons why it couldn't or shouldn't work out, but wanting that more than anything.
We twist in a torrent of unrequented what ifs
A maze of scattered straight lines
among crooked paths
Bound in our boundlessness,
Hopeful amidst hopelessness.
Feverish in our past impoverishment
Hungry for a banquet of scraps previously discarded.
Had a really nice day today. Today was my nephew's birthday party and we had cake and ice cream and chips and dip. Then, after the party was over, we went to the church community carnival with water slides, a slip-n-slide and all kinds of free snacks - hotdogs, popcorn, snowcones and cotton candy. It was a LOT of fun and I'm absolutely worn out. The amount of kids running around all cracked-out on sugar was unbelievable. I didn't plan on getting wet, but left the place absolutely soaked. There were kids with waterguns, waterbombs, and a million splashing pools and stuff... I was SOAKED before I left the place. And stuffed with junk food of all kinds. =P Good times, good times.
The new catchphrase now when someone dies is "They opened the door for people like Obama". That seems to be some type of backhanded compliment. First it was Michael Jackson. Reverend Al "Sir Rhymes-a-lot" Sharpton said that he paved the way for people like Oprah and Obama, and performed more miracles in his lifetime than Jesus Christ of Nazareth. Okay, he didn't say that last part, but he might as well have said it.
For the first time in a long time, I feel like I'm moving back on top again. I let a lot of things in my life mess me up to the point where I really wasn't even the same person anymore, but that's not anything I want to be. It's time to have real and meaningful things in my life. Time to move in new directions, expand my horizons, enhance my goals, strengthen my weaknesses and increase my skills. A new day is dawning and I can feel the winds of chance rustling beneath me. Like a phoenix I will rise from the ashes and put right what once went wrong.
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