Rescue MeMy life has slipped out of my handsMore Like This
Drifting away like desert sands
Dust devils stole my sight from me
How can I escape if I can't see
I don't know how long I'll survive
Every day I fight to stay alive
I've got to find a way to quench my thirst
To survive the desert at it's worst
On my own I will not make it through
Life will fade away without rescue
I'm lost alone beneath this starlit sky
Unlike the vultures I can never fly
The watchers circle me to view my death
They wish to hear my one last breath
If you don't come they'll get their wish
My desperate dreams are all selfish
I really need you to come and rescue me
I've got so many things I want to be
Your arrival would be the greatest view
Painted in my heart like a tattoo
True SelfI used to think i knew,More Like This
Who i was... MY true self,
But sometimes even I,
Can learn something that shakes me,
You think you know your fears..
Your passions, and hopes,
Dreams too, but,
What about the ones that surprise even you?
You find that one obstacle,
That makes you stop and think,
Who am I? What am I really doing?
Why was I put here?
We think about these at least once in our lives,
We are naturally curious,
Curiosity killed the cat they say,
But they never said anything about humans,
Can being curious REALLY kill your mind?
Can it REALLY kill your soul?
No... It gives you experience...
It helps you find you...
So just because you think you know your true self,
Do not hinder yourself to one way of thinking,
Let your instincts lead the way,
You would be surprised,
Where you can take your self.
What is my true self?
What is your true self?
Its going to take a lot more then life,
To help us figure this out....
Life is what you make it...
Or is life what makes you?
You make your self..
My One Last DanceI've always wanted to learn to danceMore Like This
And though I've tried it just didn't feel right
My dancing shoes are just as dusty as my heart
They've sat alone many a cold night
It hasn't been easy watching others have a ball
I must admit I've ached just to try
There hasn't been a place for me out there
I didn't fit in and I know why
My dancing style is slow and serious
It's intimate and it scares people away
Sure, it looks nice but nobody has wanted it
I've wanted to dance while they just wanted to play
I know this time that I'll learn to dance
You've got that depth in your eyes
Your kindred spirit reflects in my heart
It seems my being patient was wise
Please let this be my one last dance
I'll never find another partner like you
My dancing shoes and heart I've dusted off
Though I can't dance this time I know what to do
Growing UpI used to be a good girl,More Like This
Always doing what I'm told.
But very soon I found,
That being good gets old.
I want to let my hair down.
I want to have some fun.
And don't try to stop me,
'Cuz you and I both know,
I'm not the only one.
I'm sick of being pretty,
Of being prim and proper.
If a girl wants some fun,
Why try and stop her?
I want to be free.
I want to be bad.
Give my best wishes to dad.
Tell him his little girl,
Is becoming all grown up,
And living out her life,
Just the way she wants.
Trying not to Diewith happy boughsMore Like This
to shelter my walk
but heavy feet
and a heavy heart
i feel elderly
although so young
weary before my time
i may shrivel and die
you promised to pull me
out of the grave
you promised to give life
i just want to close my eyes
so take me home
is that too much to ask?
this world of "what if"s
will not dissipate
trying to see good
i can't deny the truths
living in the lies
it breaks me down
so i cannot start to cry
The Rise Of The Artist, You Are The FutureWatch depthRADIUSMore Like This
February 27, 2013/by techgnotic
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You Are The Future
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Picasso seeing a seven as an upside down nose?
Right brain warriors in the new age will be the coveted candidates ordained to lead and guide us; lifting the torch to light the way forward into a brave new beautiful world.
Artists have always feared that they are unappreciated and that the march of progress comes only from business, science and their machines. 1984 was imagined by an artist projecting these exact fears. Our guest essayist suggests the computer will never be our master, but only the super high speed counting machine it was meant to be leaving humans with only one pure task— being creative.
The Right Brain
MetalMetalMore Like This
But a sudden noise, a banging
Startling, gun shot? Grenade?
The fleets run faster, bombs bursting
Hide-outs found out
"They've been awoken!"
The little boy cries.
Guys with guitars,
The metal heads arise,
Playing their tune to the dead
A song so violent, so angry
Abound louder, infuriated,
Thrust, push, smash, shove, scream
Then a soft wind whistles,
The guitars tune down, a gentle melody
Their players strum, moving together as one
Watching intently, the little boy sits with a girl,
As the lead guitarist plays a jazzy tune
Swaying with the rhythm
"What a music savvy," states the little girl with awe.
Shaking his head, the little boy corrects her.
"No, he just knows how to listen to his heart. Something,
We should all learn how to do."
WasteDaddy's gone, for ChicagoMore Like This
Left me behind
With no more thought of anything
Daddy's never been the perfect father
His body's been here nine whole years
But his heart
It didn't matter, I wasn't his daughter
Daddy's never loved me like I needed
But that didn't bother him
Daddy's gun is in the closet
He left it here
With no more thought of anyone
Daddy's got two new daughters
Tells them everything that
He never had time to tell me
Daddy's got two new jobs and
He's got a dog that always
Meant the world to him
I love you
This is the last time that
I'll never come back again
Daddy's gone for a new start
He left with no more thought of you
Daddy's never been the perfect husband
He just didn't seem to know you existed
No matter how many times you scream
"Hey, come love me"
He'll never ever notice you anyway
Daddy's gone, for a new world
Let him lose himself
He didn't matter anyway
RisingSailed across the rising seasMore Like This
Thought I'd never see your face
I have yet to believe
That this a better place
And here we meet nose to nose
I can almost see it coming
And here I thought I was so close
I can see your eyes
Listen to the voice, it's my disguise
Listen to the clock, time's passing by
I saw your face in the mirror
And now I can't get you out of my head
I heard your voice a little clearer
And now I can't get out of my bed
It was not my destiny
To be the one that you lay with
And it was not my destiny
To be the one that you fall for
So I stood by and held the door
Let you walk right through.