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Wetting My Levi's 501 Jeans

I'm longing for a changes in my life's landscape
Stone cold of gloomed darkness...
beyond reach....
no peace
Accompanying a sickness is a great sacrifices....
The moon is the woman.....
above us
Go to a person
who can smell you anywhere and every where
He's gonna be your true lifeline....
Trust me
The picture is the picture of never ending circle of life...
and beneath.......
The paths to wanting and rejection
Changes will come when we've changed ourselves

Sunday bloody Sunday...
I stood before me......
54 strewn bodies
all over the bloody places.....
When I was a journalist
back in Middle East
I'm already dead....
but cheating death
Back then
My breakfast was... when I woke up
in the morning..
I felt alive and had the chance
to live another day
No more hungers
No more fears...
of wetting my Levi's 501 jeans...
carried away.... and thinking
of the unspeakable...
unthinkable
death
TodayI told my kids
There's a moment I walked a long walk...
3 miles to school
Now they'd treasure each sorrow and pain..
with a deep sigh....
Tomorrow..
I'll be braver
To face another...
Encounters
Everyday is a new life
Think about it
Do not waste it...
even an ounce

poem by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
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Sunday, Bloody Sunday

Well, it was sunday, bloody sunday when the shot the people there.
The cries of thirteen martyrs filled the free derry air.
Is there anyone amongst you dare to blame it on the kids?
Not a soldier boy was bleeding when they nailed the coffin lids!
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Well, you claim to be majority, well, you know that its a lie.
Youre really a minority on this sweet emerald isle.
When stormont bans our marches, theyve got a lot to learn,
Internment is no answer, its those mothers turn to burn.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Hey! yeah!
Yeah!
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
All you anglo pigs and scotties sent to colonise the north,
You wave your bloody union jacks and you know what its worth.
How dare you hold to ransom a people proud and free?
Keep ireland to the irish, put the english back to sea!
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Hey, hey, hey!
Alright!
Ooh -
Yeah!
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Well, its always bloody sunday in the concentration camps.
Keep falls road free forever from the bloody british hands.
Repatriate to britain all of you who call it home,
Leave ireland to the irish not for london or for rome.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday.

song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Sunday, Bloody Sunday

song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Sunday Bloody Sunday

Well it was sunday bloody sunday
When they shot the people there
The cries of thirteen martyrs
Filled the free derry air
Is there any one amongst you
Dare to blame it on the kids?
Not a soldier boy was bleeding
When they nailed the coffin lids!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundays the day!
You claim to be majority
Well you know that its a lie
Youre really a minority
On this sweet emerald isle
When stormont bans our marches
Theyve got a lot to learn
Internment is no answer
Its those mothers turn to burn!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundays the day!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundays the day!
You anglo pigs and scotties
Sent to colonize the north
You wave your bloody union jack
And you know what its worth!
How dare you hold to ransom
A people proud and free
Keep ireland for the irish
Put the english back to sea!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundays the day!
Well, its always bloody sunday
In the concentration camps
Keep falls road free forever
From the bloody english hands
Repatriate to britain
All of you who call it home
Leave ireland to the irish
Not for london or for rome!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundays the day!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundays the day!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundays the day!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundays the day!

song performed by by Lennon John
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Just Another Sunday

I know you've been dreaming 'bout the times in our lives
But I've been screaming in my bed late at night
A space a little, little and your stack of pain
Makes it grip that skull, to me child that you'll stay
You've been in my life so long, can I get through to you
I touch you eyes and it shades my life blue
There's something I need to say before it's to late
But I won't hold you back, while I'm begging you to stay
Just another Sunday
Just another Sunday
Oh yaaa, just another Sunday
Just another Sunday, oh yaaa
There's too many games in a day for a simple man to face
That desperate moment in your life where you can't be afraid
Don't think your second chance will break around the bend
'Cos hearts don't always share love, or the person on the other
end
You've been in my life so long, can I get through to you
I touch you eyes and it shades my life blue
There's something I need to say before it's to late
But I won't hold you back, while I'm begging you to stay ya
Just another Sunday yaa
Just another Sunday oh baby
It's only one more Sunday
Just another Sunday, oh yaaa
Those are tickets for the same plane, bring it back to me
'Cos felling the same pain makes half the luxery
Take a walk away won't end the carousel
But if walking away can bring you back, then I wish you well
You've been in my life so long, can I get through to you
I touch you eyes and it shades my life blue
There's something I need to say before it's to late
But I won't hold you back, while I'm begging you to stay
Just another Sunday yaa
Just another Sunday oh baby
It's only one more Sunday
Just another Sunday
It's just another Sunday
It's just another
Just another Sunday
Just another oh yaa
Just another Sunday

song performed by by Guns N' Roses
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Marley Purt Drive

Sunday morning, woke up yawning; filled the pool for a swim.
Pulled down the head and looked in the glass just to see if I was in.
Went up the stairs and kissed my women to make her come alive.
'Cause with fifteen kids and a fam'ly on the skids,
I got to go for a Sunday drive.
Fifteen kids and a fam'ly on the skids ,
I got to go for a Sunday drive.
That's how they are, so I grabbed out the car;convertible fifty-nine.
Headed for the freeway; tried to find the Pasadena sign.
Ten miles and three quarters more I wasn't feeling any more alive.
'Cause with fifteen kids and a fam'ly on the skids,
I got to go for a Sunday drive.
Fifteen kids and a fam'ly on the skids,
I got to go for a Sunday drive.
I used to be a minstrel free with a whole lot of bread in my bag.
I used to feel that my life was real, but the good Lord threw me a snag.
Now I'm gonna be the same as me ,no matter how I try.
'Cause with fifteen kids and a fam'ly on the skids,
I got to go for a Sunday drive.
Fifteen kids and a fam'ly on the skids,
I got to go for a Sunday drive.
Turned 'round the car and headed for home; I guess I realized my fate.
Ten miles and three quarters more I pulled up outside the gate.
Twenty more kids were stood inside and that made thirty-five.
'Cause with an orphanage full of thirty-five kids,
I got to go for a Sunday drive.
An orphanage full of thirty-five kids ,
I got to go for a Sunday drive.
Sunday morning woke up yawning; filled the pool for a swim.
Pulled down the glass and looked in the mirror just to see if I was in .
Went up the stairs and kissed my women to make her come alive.
'Cause with an orphanage full of thirty-five kids ,
I got to go for a Sunday

song performed by by Bee Gees
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Sunday Morning

Sunday morning silence, curtain stay closed late
No one thinks of kitchens mornings in a filthy state
Dishes cups and beer stains, ashtrays on the floor
Sunday morning papers are left outside the front door
Sunday school and sunday roast
Sunday papers sunday post
Sunday morning sunday rest
Sunday sermon sunday best
(sunday, bloody sunday rest)
Glass of fizzy water helps to start the day
Sit and listen to sunday silence, problems fade away
Sunday cars and drivers break the morning air
Uncollected milk outside reveals theres no one there
Sunday school and sunday roast
Sunday papers sunday post
Sunday morning sunday rest
Sunday sermon sunday best
Sunday school and sunday roast
Sunday papers sunday post
Sunday morning sunday rest
Sunday sermon sunday best
Bathrobes hang in waiting, windows steaming up
Somewhere in the sink downstairs lies an unwashed cup
Tea and toast for breakfast clear away the plates
Wash-up prepare for cooking sunday lunch awaits
Sunday lunch awaits
Sunday lunch awaits

song performed by by Madness
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Could You Picture Life?

Could you picture life?
Could you picture life?
Misty morning with birds singing melodies,

Could you picture life in the clouds,
The Morning star,
The comets,
The ufos,
The foolishness in racism,

Could you see CNN,
The crimes and the bursting that we play everyday,
The religious crimes,
Could you picture the negation in man?

That we die everyday is sin,
Could you picture?
Love is worth the New World Understanding,
Picture my eyes and see that we all be crying,
My brothers and sisters are dyeing and suffocating,
Picture the New World,

Where the True Understanding will dwell in our heart,
Could you picture?
You and I are no different,
We same creatures that creep for Bread,
Could you picture?
No man better than other,
Could you picture?
The credibility of Human Trust.

poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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Grandma, I Never Knew You

I never knew you
You are my grandmother.
I get mad at God
For not giving me a chance
To know you.

You died ten years
Before I was born.

It breaks my heart
Every time I think
That I will never get
The chance to know you.
I look at your picture that hangs
Almost everyday.

I wonder if I have your eyes.
I wonder if I have your laugh.
I wonder if I have your smile.
I wonder if I have your nose.
I wonder if I have anything of you.

I guess I will never know
I guess I will never get to see you.

Death is the most tragic thing in life
Death is hard on me now than I was younger.
Death is what I have inside
Thinking of everyone that I have lost.

Death is forever
Death is longer than an eternity
Death is permanent
Death is a scar that never goes away.
Death is what I feel everyday
Death is what has to be.
Death is what is happening everyday.
Death is what no one knows for sure.
Death is what everyone goes through.

Death is the reason why I am the way I am
Death is what I fear…

poem by Kimberly Santistevan
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Life and Death, How Ironic

Life, it described my Mother
Life, she was the image
Life, she was healthy
Life, she loved every day
Life, you saw it in her eyes
Life, you heard it in her voice
Life, how ironic it could be
Death, the impossible
Death, too somber a thought for her
Death, she would live a long, long time before it would confront her
Death, sickness maybe, but there is always a cure
Death, not even a thought in the doctor’s mind
Death, it now replaced life
Life and death, my mother passed away with a look of peace on her face
She died knowing that she lived every moment to the fullest.

poem by Janice Karp
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A Sunday Kind of Woman

I can only imagine for our worlds are far apart
How it would feel to hold this woman mouth to mouth heart to heart
I guess it's a good thing dreaming's free
What would a Sunday kind of woman
A Sunday kind of woman want an everyday man like me.
I've had lots of nightlife women you've seen one you've seen 'em all
And I wake up in the morning and I turn and face the wall
And long for someone special's company
But would a Sunday kind of woman
A Sunday kind of woman love an everyday man like me.
But would a Sunday kind of woman
A Sunday kind of woman love an everyday man like me.

song performed by by Charlie Rich, lyrics by Margaret Ann Rich from Behind Closed Doors (1973)
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Being Dead

They came to her to tell her that she was dead-
passed away in her sleep.

But, ' she retorted, this must be a dream

and cannot be so-
I'm not dead-perhaps still asleep.'

'No', they said, 'dead and nothing to be done;
acceptance not denial is what is requiews here.'

She felt her arms and said 'See I am alive, still here.'

'Illusion.' they said The dead always try to keep the illusion of life
because that is all they know

life is gone from you now, the book is closed.

'This is absurd; ' she said 'let me out of here.
I am alive, not dead and gone'

'There is nothing to stop you leaving they said, ' he said 'you can always leave life you understand is but a tree with death as it final branch.

She got up and walked to what looked like a door paused opening it gingerly blinded by a briight white, so she shut it again turning to face again to her interlocutors.

'What is going on where am I? ' she said.

They ignored her whispering among themselves finally facing her, one of them saying;

'We can give special dispensation and perhaps...'

She interrupted him, 'Special dispensation, what is that? '

'Well' he said 'you can go, leave here if you like, but only for three days and if…'

If, if what.' she said.

'in those two days you can walk among the living but they will not be able to see or hear you
and if you can some how communicate with them,
make your self feel alive to them
and they want you to come back,
then you can perhaps go back, go back among the living,

That will be permanent until you die again,
understanding, of course, that in time
we all die.'

Convince them? How can I do that if they cannot hear or see me?

'Well you can go among them, ' one of them explained
'and even though they will not be able to hear or see you,
your spirit will be present and that will be the trigger among them
signaling their desire for your return,
then that might make your return possible.'

'Not see or hear me, ' she said 'but how then will I be able to convince them I am alive? This makes no sense.'

'Oh yes it does. You have to get them to conjure you in their memory, wish you were still alive, remember you fondly,
wish you were still with them after all this time.'

'All this time? ', she said.

How long have I been dead? '

'Well now they said 'it has been over five years now.'

'Five years! ' she said incredulously.

'Yes five years.' he said.

'I know people forget, even loved ones can forget
you after five years, and they go on with their lives.'

'Yes, our point exactly, ' he said, 'then you are not only dead but not remembered, and being not remembered is true death'

Do you want to go, go back
understanding that if you fail,
your death will then be death true final test? '

She paused thinking how hurtful it would be
if she could not get anyone to conjure her memory..

'What happens' she said 'if I succeed and some one remembers me and wants me back? '

'That is the point someone can remember you yourself may not want to come back. That part is important.'

'And, ' he said 'you may not want to go back. If you do go back there might be loved ones who have moved on with their lives.'
.

'What about my husband, has he moved on? ' she said?

They did not answer.

'We can tell you nothing. These things you will have to find out for yourself.

Some, ' he said 'find out and want to come back here. Each is different-take your time.
She stood thinking about what to do.

To be continued

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Sunday Morning

Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew
That someday it would bring me back to you
That someday it would bring me back to you
That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on sunday morning
And I never want to leave
Fingers trace your every outline
Paint a picture with my hands
Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
Change the weather still together when it ends
That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on sunday morning
And I never want to leave
But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
Sunday morning rain is falling and Im calling out to you
Singing someday itll bring me back to you
Find a way to bring myself home to you
And you may not know
That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow?

song performed by by Maroon 5
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How I Picture Heaven

How I Picture Heaven by Kenny Davis

How do I picture Heaven?
The great kingdom among clouds
His children, His saints
His angels, rejoicing loud

How do I picture Heaven?
This astonishing, glorious place
Where I pray to have the honor
To gaze upon his majestic face

How do I picture Heaven?
The street paved in gold
Worth more than the richest treasure
Even grander than I was told

How do I picture Heaven?
Beyond light-years away from earth
Beyond mere galaxies away from pain
Even much further away all of the hurt

How do I picture Heaven?
Many mansions made of pearl
Luster brighter than the stars
One that shines across the world

How do I picture Heaven?
Free of worry and strife
No more heartbreak and heart ache
Looking forward to this eternal life

How do I picture Heaven?
On every face, there is a smile
The joy amongst his followers
Can be seen for many miles

How do I picture Heaven?
Land of milk and honey
Sweeter than grain of a sugar cane
And every day is sunny

How do I picture Heaven?
Or should I say, “The land of honey and milk”
With everyone in their marvelous robes
Softer than Egyptian silk
How do I picture Heaven?
Land of joy and bliss
If you are to miss the train
Oh! What a party you would miss!

How do I picture Heaven?
With much dancing around the throne
No ailment, No sickness
No illness or broken bones

How do I picture Heaven?
I was told of a great feast
Food stretching beyond North and South
Further beyond West and East

How do I picture Heaven?
Christ went to prepare a place for me
More glorious than I have heard
I can’t wait to see

How do I picture Heaven?
As the angels spread their wings
Harps and trumpets are to sound
As his many children are drawn to sing

How do I picture Heaven?
Everyone stands in celebration
Forever shielded from the troubles
Forever shielded from the tribulation

How do I picture Heaven?
With amazing sights yet to be seen
More glorious wonders left to witness
For many, will be far beyond belief

How do I picture Heaven?
As the angels’ robes glisten
They shall sing many songs of Zion
All who have ears shall listen

How do I picture Heaven?
The legendary kingdom of glory
The masses, gathered in fellowship
And every day is Sunday morning

How do I picture Heaven?
The mere thought of a world without sin?
Sure hope I don’t end up
Left on the outside, looking in

How do I picture Heaven?
When we are called up into the air
I am doing all I can to go
I hope to see you there!

poem by Kenneth Davis
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The Fight Of Your Life.

Getting ready for the fight of your life. The pressure is on. And you must be dynamite. Shine like never before. An insatiable appetite. No holding back. The thunder from my hands will be felt miles away. This is my last shot. And i shall falter not. Its life or death. Its without mercy. No pity for those who cant do for themselves. Revel in it. Its arrogance or confidence. Take your pick. I'm a royal prick. I'm a *ssh*le and a d*ck. But I'm living. Their comes a time when you must put the past behind. Three steps forward, two steps back. Always under attack. Well come I'm ready for the fight of my life. What ever it takes. Make or break. My will is strong. I know where i belong. Protecting them is over. I shouldered those burdens for way to long. Take a picture, savor this moment. For I'm ready for the fight of my life. Trying to predict the ending. Futile efforts. Betting on sh*t deals. Destroying what isn't real. It was never their. So now most despair and are not prepared. But I'm aware of what has to be done. Its not gonna all be fun. But im still ready for the fight of my life. Live and let live. So hard to forgive. Breaking so many ethical boundaries, all at once. Renouncing all claims. I want no parts of it. Your loss. Your cost. Substituting one bad habit for another. It wont happen again. No more friends cause I'm getting ready for the fight of my life. It will be the fight of my life and i must do it alone.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Coast To Coast

Music:Rudolf Schenker
Lyrics:Klaus Meine, Herman Rarebell
(5:36)
Working hard to get it on for you
Everyday and night
I give you all I've got to give
Take it all
Love I know that you're feelin' blue
Lonely deep inside
'Cause I know how it feels to be alone
Loving you Sunday morning
You were on my mind love everyday
Loving you Sunday morning
Your love makes me fly so far away
People tell me that I'm gonna lose you
Our love will die
So tell me is it true right or wrong
I never ever wanna lose your love
So I will change my life
Believe in me my love
I'm coming home
Loving you Sunday morning
You were on my mind love everyday
Loving you Sunday morning
Your love makes me fly so far away

song performed by by Scorpions
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A Steeplechase l

I will pass you!
You won't!
I will beat you out!
Don't even think of it.
Out of my way, comrade!
Bloody bloke.
Mind the breach! Over. Oof!
That was a big one!
Onward. Onward.
I shall win, finally. I am confidant.
Not while I'm here.
I love you in the abstract but hate you face to face.
Take that!
Ow!
Bloody race. Bloody steeplechase.
My life is your death.
Your death is my life.
Disappear!
I won't!
Is this necessary?
For the moment.
Is it warm in here? Is it dark?
Don't be silly. It's the hour of 'rush'.
Hasn't it been awhile?
Wuss. Forgeddabowdit!
Can't we quit, now?
Never! Those are the rules.
How did I get into this?
Better not ask, if you're a man.
There's a 50% chance I'm not.
Your problem. Outta my way!
Bloody horse race.
Without horses.
Who will win the purse? The glorious winner's crown?
Who shall disappear in that lake? Drown in ecstasy?
Me! I shall be that happy, drowned fly.
No, me, me.
Idiots. Only me.
What's that ahead?
The finish! The finish!
How big it is! It shimmers. It breathes. It seems alive.
Oh, it is, believe me.
It beckons. I want to go there.
Fool!
What are those things stuck all over it? Those 'tenacles'.
Dunno. Hardly looks Elysian, though.
Not like what....

poem by Morgan Michaels
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Nitro

Our generations
Sees the world not the same as before
We might as well just throw it all
And live like there's no tomorrow
There's no tomorrow
We are the ones
Who are living under the gun everyday
You might be gone before you know
So live like there's no tomorrow-ain't gonna waste this life
There's no tomorrow-you ain't gonna live it for me
Believe it
The official view of the world has changed
In a whole new way
Live fast cause if you don't take it
You'll never make it
So if you understand me
And if you feel the same
Then you will know what nitro means
You'll live like there's no tomorrow-ain't gonna waste this life
There's no tomorrow-you ain't gonna live it for me
There's no tomorrow

song performed by by Offspring
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Loving You Sunday Morning

Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine, herman rarebell
Working hard to get it on for you
Everyday and night
I give you all Ive got to give
Take it all
Love I know that youre feelin blue
Lonely deep inside
cause I know how it feels to be alone
Loving you sunday morning
You were on my mind love everyday
Loving you sunday morning
Your love makes me fly so far away
People tell me that Im gonna lose you
Our love will die
So tell me is it true right or wrong
I never ever wanna lose your love
So I will change my life
Believe in me my love
Im coming home
Loving you sunday morning
You were on my mind love everyday
Loving you sunday morning
Your love makes me fly so far away

song performed by by Scorpions
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In that cold war

The soldiers who live and died for us
Has an anniversary
As we remember their sacrifices
In that cold war

Their life had not gone to waste
Their dreams are dreams we share
And together in life and death
This day we shall bare
Of that cold war

To give a moment of silence
A time of peace
As we remember our loved ones
Who had dismiss
I thought and deed
In that cold war

Oh my friends,
My soldier friends
You remain the same
Though in life or death
You will stay our hero
The hero who gave his life for us
In that cold war

poem by Chengster Chai
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I stared into death eyes

i woke up this morning and
i stared into Death eyes.

Death was amazing
he was wearing his black hoodie
and his skeleton bones were red.

Death held up a picture of you
and a picture of me.
i stared into Death eyes.

Death stuck the pictures together
and made them become one.
oh, how i stared into Death eyes.

Death did something to me
he stuck his hand out
i grabbed it and we took a walk.

it was a walk in the park
and then i seen you and there was me
we were married, you wonder how i know,
because i had the prettiest rock on my finger.

we were sitting on a bench
watching 3 little kids
playing on the playground
but then i look closely.

the little girl had eyes like mine
the complextion like mine and ears like you
the boys were twins and they looked exactly like you.

then i thought about it
those are our kids
then i stared into Death eyes.

i ask Death is this reality
Death stops me from breathing
and say suicide is not the answer.

i began to feel wozzy
as if Death was taking all my sins
and all my pain away and repeats
his self 3 times.

suicide is not the answer
suicide is not the answer
suicide is not the answer

and then i wake up
realizing that it was just a dream
a dream indeed.

now i know what it feels like
to stare into the eyes of Death.

now i know that my time wasnt
supposed to end back then,
my time ends with you.

-La'Veranique
*aka* dat girl nickey

poem by Nickey Mason
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Sunday, Bloody Sunday

Sunday, Bloody Sunday

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Just Another Sunday

Marley Purt Drive

Sunday Morning

Could You Picture Life?

Grandma, I Never Knew You

Life and Death, How Ironic

A Sunday Kind of Woman

Being Dead

Sunday Morning

How I Picture Heaven

The Fight Of Your Life.

Coast To Coast

A Steeplechase l

Nitro

Loving You Sunday Morning

In that cold war

I stared into death eyes

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