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Arrival Of LoveStuck outsideArrival Of Love by ~Boogdawoog
I can never enter through the doors of unbelief
Wailing, continually thinking
Mindful of my own
Searching, I strive to find a way to my own
I've been before, but I can never go back
Can you walk through these doors?
The wind of danger playfully scans the horizon of life
Tradition speaks of mankind
Disbelief, selfish requirements maintain an unhealthy society through the accomplishments of man
A sturdy branch appears, accepting those who believe
Confusion, chaos reigns
Through the mayhem, love sings her sweet melody
Arrival
Now I must choose
Do I continue in search of something more?
Or do I accept my inner feelin
The Black SheepDivide the truthThe Black Sheep by ~Boogdawoog
Is there enough for everyone?
Inadequate desire for it
You can have it
Many voices; noise
Consequential results
Results not chosen, but given
Planned results?
Rise
Make your mark
Be calm sea of storms
Be still
Driven by society to achieve their goals
Their goals
Lessen yourself
Seek only that which is pure
Mistaken, problematic, guilty, shamed, dirty, confused, no more
Clean
Divided pandemonium conquering the air
But yet so busy
All in tandem
Wake up
Wake up you who sleep
The black sheep
BeneathBeneath my wingsBeneath by ~Boogdawoog
I flow into another realm of new beginnings
Sentences of discouragement are brought to my attention
And foretold by the days of old
Locating my deepest desire and it's source may take time
Lonely, hurting, yet still breathing
How much pain can I take?
Is there no sacrifice for all of nature's cure and death?
Symbolism and politics plague the land
Beneath my heart
Beneath who I am
Beneath searching and finding
I strive to be someone of meaning and purpose someday
Good MorningSome memories are niceGood Morning by ~Boogdawoog
Some are unpleasant
Some bring a picture
Some bring a sound
Some bring a smell
One thing they all have in common
Is that they reunite us with something or someone from our past
This can be good
This can be bad
When I think of memories growing up
I laugh, I hurt
When I sit and think of memories made with the one I love
I smile, I cry
She is the reason I live
For the sake fo the one I love
For the sake of us
"Us" is a much larger and important word than I knew
We fuss and argue
We kiss and love
We destroy our fears together
We rise above it all
My love for my bride is that of insurmountable proportion
Sta.sh
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