if u really love somthing, the best thing that u can wish it is freedom
how about leaving the things alone...... ?
Tuesday, December 30, 2003
Tuesday, December 23, 2003
Wednesday, December 03, 2003
Sunday, November 30, 2003
Friday, October 24, 2003
Saturday, October 11, 2003
Thursday, October 09, 2003
Sunday, October 05, 2003
Wednesday, October 01, 2003
Where is my wisdom ? do i have any ?
fucking filtering on web.....
i wonder how they dare talking about its Necessity. (r we really in 21th ?)
i hope something lead them to their own hell.........
i wonder how they dare talking about its Necessity. (r we really in 21th ?)
i hope something lead them to their own hell.........
Tuesday, September 16, 2003
Wish
everybody lives & grows with his/her own wishes (the things that he/she does not have now !) so it seems better that leave'em & face the truth. as a great one , who says :
Face, The Enemy
Stare, Inside you
Control, Your Thoghts
Destreoy,
Destroy'em All.....
Face, The Enemy
Stare, Inside you
Control, Your Thoghts
Destreoy,
Destroy'em All.....
Wednesday, August 20, 2003
The Loud Music Of The Sky
What I am, I must not show
What I am thou could (not know)
Something between heaven and hell
Something that neither stood nor fell
Something that through thy wit or will
May work thee good, may work thee ill
Neither substance quite, nor shadow
Haunting lonely moor and meadow
Dancing by the haunted spring
Riding on the whirlwinds wing
Far less happy, for we have
Help nor hope beyond the grave
Man awakes to joy or sorrow
Ours the sleep that knows no morrow
This is all that I can show
This is all that you may know
A year there is a lifetime
And a second but a day
And an older would will meet you
Each morn' you come away
The thunder's noise is our delight
And lightning makes us day by night
And in the air we dance on high
To the loud music of the sky
What I am, I must not show
What I am thou could (not know)
Something between heaven and hell
Something that neither stood nor fell
Something that through thy wit or will
May work thee good, may work thee ill
Neither substance quite, nor shadow
Haunting lonely moor and meadow
Dancing by the haunted spring
Riding on the whirlwinds wing
Far less happy, for we have
Help nor hope beyond the grave
Man awakes to joy or sorrow
Ours the sleep that knows no morrow
This is all that I can show
This is all that you may know
A year there is a lifetime
And a second but a day
And an older would will meet you
Each morn' you come away
The thunder's noise is our delight
And lightning makes us day by night
And in the air we dance on high
To the loud music of the sky
Monday, August 18, 2003
Sunday, August 17, 2003
Friday, August 15, 2003
Monday, August 11, 2003
Friday, March 21, 2003
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