Cait .x.x.


If God Were HereIf God were here on earth today I don't claim to know what he'd say Exactly But considering us people and all our downfalls I reckon he'd try to articulate it all Quite matter of factlyIf God Were Here
Love everyone, regardless of race No exceptions if you think they're a head case Whether they lie with a woman or lie with a man Even if they're an outspoken Arsenal fan Let go of all your hangups about divorce and abortion Whether someone lives alone or prefers cohabition Whether they go to church ten times a week Or waits till Easter to hear the Rev speak As long as th


Kind EyesYour tongue's working a million miles a second But You're not talking, with words, to me At least "Come back to bed, dear, the sun will soon be rising Polishing the features of our garden of ecstacy"Kind Eyes
Go back to school and learn to hold my interest Go back to school and learn to be whole Go back to school and stop living in yest- -erday, I met a man With kinder eyes than yours He asked if I could lend a hand dressing his open sores But I declined On account of his eyes Because I knew a man like that before
So I walked on, and met a million o


Forgetting.The words I spoke, that excuses won't cover The lies I told, that you were quick to discover The meaningless sentances, screamed in your ear An act of false security, especially for you, my dear.Forgetting.
Am I really to blame? (With my every move analysed) Am I really to shame? (And private smiles criticised)
(chorus) I'll choke on blood tears and convince you its fake Because I laugh as you cry, and leave as you wake I'll smooth out the creases, remove all the traces I'd slap you, if I knew which one of your faces.
I can't refuse, my part in the blame I can't


BravoYou hurt me Time in and time out Pushing the knife in my heart When you said you wanted me out of your life Twisting it When you said you love me But the next day Your gone Take the knife out And admire your work Bravo! You did it You killed meBravo


ForeverI saw that clumbsy pastel picket fence Like blasphemy amid drab offense Empty bus seat where we sat together Just you and I caught in forever Each desecration proof of our time Each empty promise etched next to mine Those innocent lies that waned our day Our "Forever" that lost you along the way Misplaced in a crowd, between this rain Amid silver beads that numbed the pain The haze that allowed me to forget your face To forget this feeling and give up this chase Yet our promise is displayed in that stall And "Forever" will remain here on this wall...Forever


Speak...Speak But I know I won't be able to hear YOU Through this severed connection So lost in the silence of your wasted words Just words you hand out to me Like cheap flyers on a busy street So generic and Printed Too copied to reveal any hint of feeling... Just sterile facts So cold and collected Those same words you gave out last week Your acid apathy Your scheduled rerun on a sultry afternoon That leaves me sedated and bored Everytime... Not that it matters much To you Now that I'm just oneSpeak...
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if art wasnt art what would it be?
going through some of your poems; some i can see are good; and a few really appeal to me specifically...
...the tell tale sign of a good poetry writer
<smile>
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if I had an angelic mech, it would glow in the dark too~
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Never use people as means to an end, rather as ends in themselves
- Immanuel Kant
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if I had an angelic mech, it would glow in the dark too~
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Go check out my gallery ^-^
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Never use people as means to an end, rather as ends in themselves
- Immanuel Kant
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if art wasnt art what would it be?
No worries, any time
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Never use people as means to an end, rather as ends in themselves
- Immanuel Kant
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I was your 1000 view! Heh.
1000 Pageviews, YEAH BABY!
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Never use people as means to an end, rather as ends in themselves
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