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Secret thoughts trace the outline of this night With all that is mystical in the burning dark light A shadowy figure appears from a dream His purpose unknown or so it may seem
I close my eyes and let him begin Falling into his arms we breathe passions of sin Our bodies filled with a compelling need To touch and taste and plant the seed
Somehow he knows just where to touch Desire spreads with such a rush Fingers tease and find a groove Beneath him I begin to move
In rippling darkness we shudder with pleasure Inside each other like birds of a feather Love is an angel disguised as lust As sparkling gold now turns to dust
Bodies collapse in frenzied release As the reality of time seems to cease As luminescent darkness covers the sky We rapture the moment and never ask why
Posted at 2008-11-15 10:54:23 PST(UTC-8H) Comments(0) | Permanent link
Useless hands Above lie helpless Dancing legs Now stagnant Separated Spread What lay in between Is revealed Growing hotter Seeping Sultry Eyes forbidden to see Wrapped in darkness Not knowing the next move Makes it that more exciting Forced to wait In this teasing darkness With each passing moment Your left Squirming Subservient Fearing the touch Yet craving the feeling The unknown Can be so inviting Seductive Stimulating
Posted at 2008-11-15 09:27:10 PST(UTC-8H) Comments(0) | Permanent link
O great logo of green and white, hated by many and loved by more, First destination of early mornings, and harbinger of latest nights, You are loved and hated not for your quality (admittedly better than average) but for the ubiquity of your name. Once you resided in malls, in airports, but now you swallow them whole: Smaller shops tremble in fear of your popular mass-production While longtime patrons resign themselves to your inevitable takeover. Your odd vocabulary has permanently infixed itself in our tongues; Your name has come to replace "coffee" as the label for our addiction.
(And so-- O Starbucks-- I have observed it! From nothingness you rise.)
II. Grande
O great symbol, the world loves and hates you for what you represent. Some throw stones or write angry editorials; Others drink happily, surrounded by the constant hum of propaganda.
One bright summer morning in a small English town, I wake to see a crowd shouting obscenities outside your window; "Down with American capitalism," the placards say. I walk through the line, deliberate and determined: "For capitalism and America," I say, "Make it a venti."
Nevertheless, America is more than Starbucks uber alles; It is freedom and choice and opportunity for all. I pray that we do not one day lose this freedom Under an oppressive banner of green and white.
It is true that we as a nation cannot break our addiction To these wonderful beans, nor do we desire to do so. We wish only some choice in where, and how, our bodies are mistreated.
(And yet-- O Starbucks-- I have foreseen it! The rise of empire and the fall of man.)
III. Venti
O Starbucks, I cannot bring myself to love or hate you. You are a force like the weather, your presence overwhelms. Sometimes I seek the reassurance of your constant-chic decor; Tonight I try to flee from your rich and omnipresent aroma.
I run for miles into the night, thinking myself wild and free-willed, But when I stop to rest, I find myself leaning against your window. I am surrounded: there is no escape. I float with the tide, I follow the crowd: I walk up to the counter and order a mocha, Handing the cashier five dollars and my soul.
(And so-- O Starbucks-- I have lived it! To nothingness we return.)
- DBN
Posted at 2008-11-14 09:45:40 PST(UTC-8H) Comments(0) | Permanent link
I At dawn, the dark roast scents greet each visitor as well as the soft elevator music, bohemian style. Grande latte for the early riser next in line. The mid-lifer seeking every excuse to wake from endless slumber.
II For during the nine to fivers rush, Skim latte, with a touch of cinnamon and a scone for the businesswoman sure of herself and her drink preference.
III At ten and leisurely on his way to work, with the chatter of technology from cellphone rested to ear, the young executive-to-be orders the chocolate mocha, rich and creamy, he's just not into coffee yet, but seeks the comforts of conformity.
IV From the mid-morning respite, office workers make a trek, two by two or four by four, they make their way for morning seconds. Ill to work, they seek the pleasure of a gingerbread latte break, a special just in season.
V Into lunch, the coffee grinds whir, never ceasing until every last drop is poured. An assistant pushed to the brink arrives, sunglasses neatly on top, seeking sugar to burn. Iced mochachino and an expensive sandwich for her. She's got another five before it's off to do more.
VI Black coffee for the afternoon gent. He's realistic and experienced in the world. Never embellishing and always forthright, you can tell he's too honest for his own good.
VII I stand behind them in line. Waiting for a chance to order what I covet -- Vente Caramel Macchiato-- extra caramel drizzle Please, four espresso shots. Wondering what they will think of me.
Posted at 2008-11-14 09:12:48 PST(UTC-8H) Comments(0) | Permanent link
A lonely road, crossed another cold state line Miles away from those I love purpose hard to find While I recall all the words you spoke to me Can't help but wish that I was there Back where I'd love to be, oh yeah
Dear God the only thing I ask of you is to hold her when I'm not around when I'm much too far away We all need that person who can be true to you But I left her when I found her And now I wish I'd stayed 'Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired I'm missing you again oh no Once again
There's nothing here for me on this barren road There's no one here while the city sleeps and all the shops are closed Can't help but think of the times I've had with you Pictures and some memories will have to help me through, oh yeah
Dear God the only thing I ask of you is to hold her when I'm not around when I'm much too far away We all need that person who can be true to you I left her when I found her And now I wish I'd stayed 'Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired I'm missing you again oh no Once again
Some search, never finding a way Before long, they waste away I found you, something told me to stay I gave in, to selfish ways And how I miss someone to hold when hope begins to fade...
A lonely road, crossed another cold state line Miles away from those I love purpose hard to find
Dear God the only thing I ask of you is to hold her when I'm not around when I'm much too far away We all need the person who can be true to you I left her when I found her And now I wish I'd stayed 'Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired I'm missing you again oh no Once again
Posted at 2008-11-13 12:03:14 PST(UTC-8H) Comments(0) | Permanent link
A girl and a guy were speeding over 100mph on a deserted road on a motorcycle.
Girl: Slow down, we're going too fast. I'm scared! And I don't want anything to happen.
Guy: Come on, don't worry. I know what I'm doing. Your having fun right?
Girl: NO...please stop. I'm really scared
Guy: Then tell me you love me.
Girl: I LOVE YOU! Now please slow down.
Guy: Give me a hug.
*Girl hugs him*
Guy: Can you help me out here? Will you take me Helmet off of me and put it on you? It's bugging me.
In the paper the next day: A motorcycle has crashed into a building break failure. Two people found, but only one survived.
The Truth is:
That halfway down the road the guy realized that his breaks broke, but he didn't want the girl to know. Instead, he had her say she loved him and felt her hug him for one last time. Then had her wear his helmet so she would live, even though it meant that he would die.
Posted at 2008-11-12 12:36:23 PST(UTC-8H) Comments(0) | Permanent link
I’ve spend so much time believing That in this life you try to give all you can take When all along I’ve been needing was to find one good reason To give myself really give myself away
Every smile that lights my face Every teardrop every trace Every secret in place belongs to you Anything that’s good in me all I ever want to be Every drop of every dream belongs to you
Oh the me that I remember always thought you had to keep it all inside Get in trouble for being tender so you never say surrender But it took you to finally prove me wrong
Every smile that lights my face Every teardrop every trace Every secret in place belongs to you Anything that’s good in me all I ever want to be Every drop of every dream belongs to you
I’m letting go I’m letting go now Of everything I’ve ever held unto
Every place I’ve ever been Every chance I’ll get again Every secret every sin belongs to you Anything that’s good in me all I ever want to be Every drop of every dream belongs to you It all belongs to you
Posted at 2008-11-11 09:10:49 PST(UTC-8H) Comments(0) | Permanent link
Singing a song to myself i'm singing a song to myself
Pictures in your mind Out of focus and unkind Picture me I picture you Outside the sun is shining At the back of your mind there?s a memory
By the time you hear this i'll be gone
i'm singing a song to myself Cos I don't belong any longer Just making it up in my head This feeling is strong and getting stronger Do you see the light? Tell me you see the light Just making it up in my head Cos I need someone to sing along with Sing along with
Pictures in your heart Out of focus torn apart Picture me I picture you Outside the moon is shining At the back of your mind there?s a memory
By the time you hear this i'll be gone
i'm singing a song to myself Cos I don't belong any longer Just making it up in my head This feeling is strong and getting stronger Do you see the light? Tell me you see the light Just making it up in my head Cos I need someone to sing along with
Sing along with... Yeah...
i'm singing a song to myself Cos I don't belong any longer Just making it up in my head This feeling is strong and getting stronger Do you see the light? Tell me you see the light Just making it up in my head Cos I need someone to sing along with
Singing a song to myself
Posted at 2008-11-11 09:02:19 PST(UTC-8H) Comments(0) | Permanent link
Someone falls to pieces Sleepin all alone Someone kills the pain Spinning in the silence To finally drift away Someone gets excited In a chapel yard Catches a bouquet Another lays a dozen White roses on a grave
To be yourself is all that you can do To be yourself is all that you can do
Someone finds salvation in everyone And another only pain Someone tries to hide himself Down inside himself he prays Someone swears his true love Untill the end of time Another runs away Separate or united? Healthy or insane?
To be yourself is all that you can do To be yourself is all that you can do To be yourself is all that you can do To be yourself is all that you can do
And even when you've paid enough, been pulled apart or been held up With every single memory of the good or bad faces of luck don't lose any sleep tonight I'm sure everything will end up alright
You may win or lose
But to be yourself is all that you can do To be yourself is all that you can do
Posted at 2008-11-11 08:52:15 PST(UTC-8H) Comments(0) | Permanent link
I've changed the presets in my truck so those old songs don't sneak up they still find me and remind me yeah you come back that easy try restaurants I've never been to order new things off the menu that I never tried cause you didn't like two drinks in you were by my side
I've talked to friends I've talked to myself I've talked to God I prayed liked hell but I still miss you I tried sober I tried drinking I've been strong and I've been weak and I still miss you I've done everything move on like I'm supposed to I'd give anything for one more minute with you I still miss you I still miss you baby
I never knew til you were gone how many pages you were on it never ends I keep turning and line after line and you are there again I dont know how to let you go you are so deep down in my soul I feel helpless so hopeless its a door that never closes no I don't know how to do this
I've talked to friends I've talked to myself I've talked to God I prayed liked hell but I still miss you I tried sober I tried drinking I've been strong and I've been weak and I still miss you I've done everything move on like I'm supposed to I'd give anything for one more minute with you I still miss you yeah
I've talked to friends I've talked to myself I've talked to God I prayed liked hell but I still miss you I tried sober I tried drinking I've been strong and I've been weak and I still miss you I've done everything move on like I'm supposed to I'd give anything for one more minute with you I still miss you yeah
I still miss you I still miss you...... yeah.... yeah.....
Posted at 2008-11-11 06:39:23 PST(UTC-8H) Comments(0) | Permanent link
