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...butterfly by Jeff...

a butterfly was flying around,
until she stopped and found,
a partner to fly with and bond,
not knowing they'd get along,
the colors on her were so bright,
colorful even through the night,
wings that spread so wide,
not one flaw on any side,
wild as she seems to be,
growing up fast so easily,
flying from place to place,
so quiet without a trace,
memories that always last,
having fun and such a blast,
making new friends and foes,
undecided from yes and no's
missing something over all,
until you answered the call,
now your happy once again,
life is better in the end.

There once was a queen of Bulgaria
Whose bush had grown hairier and hairier,
Till a prince from Peru
Who came up for a screw
Had to hunt for her cunt with a terrier.

RickJamesBish; That one was pretty good. I gotta admit. I lol'd.

I love that^

I think it might have to do with illegal substances, but still, the lofty romantic side of me really digs it.

Where are you guys when I'm struggling for lyrics for my music?
The strange thing is when I was younger I could write songs with such passion and now that I'm older and have the talent to realize them into a complete song I niether kept the old lyrics nor can I write new ones worth a f**k.
I used to have such strong opinions and feelings now I feel dead in that part of me

X2... but i still smile and laugh all day long. Whats your excuse Mr.Pessimist?

Everything I want I have and noone tries to take it from me anymore - that's my theory.

Nope, it's technically just about that...my "heaven." Whenever I find it, I'll just have to stick with what I think it is for now.

I dig that a lot. Especially the part that it's actually NOT about illegal substances, and that it shoots my cynicism right down het afvoerkanaal.

Google translator?



This post has been edited by RickJamesBish: Nov 5, 2008 - 8:12 PM

I am long and hard.
People hold me in their hand and my tip is red.
Sometimes, I have to be twisted in order to work.
I come in various shapes and sizes.
What am I?

autumn rain, cold on my face,
the laughter of summer dying.
chill breeze dancing with leaves,
spring's eternal hope crying.
grey skies fill my eyes.
November days ever shorter.
November nights ever longer.

why does crap in your life randomly occur
in this huge world i begin to feel obscure
lost in a whirlpool of bad luck and no way to get free
swirling to the center where it seems to drown me
sh*t happens, thats some sound advice
but how do u get over it and not resent life
for feeding you sh*t on a plate and expect you to eat
or expect you to walk on glass with just your bare feet
fight fight fight and maybe you'll succeed
unless you are one to seccumb to greed
in which case you have just your own mouth to feed
and in this life.. history repeats.

I digg this one. Damn it seems so true

An old man in a lodge within a park
the chamber walls depicted all around
with portraitures of huntsman, hawk, and hound
and the hurt deer. He listeneth to the lark
whose song comes with the sunshine through the dark
of painted glass and leaden lattice bound
he listeneth and he laugheth at the sound
then he writeth in a book like any clerk.

An illegal alien?

Pencil, you dirty sumbitch.