When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. When life gives you marmes, make maremalade. when life gives you marmalade, make a sandwich. When life gives you a sandwich, be careful, Cause there ain't no such thing as a free lunch!
Pick Ax Blues -- the soup NaziWaiting breathless by the phone
surrounded with out you; so alone
Drawn to your face like the night
Running to you, away from the light
I walk to you and risk this flame
To be erased; mind, soul, body, name
Caught wihtin your enchanting spell
to be bound together, time will tell.
Constantly throwing knives at one another
I miss you, but you stick me
Puncture wound, stitches imminent
Gonna need some butterflies
To stop impending maramalade doom.
My mind seethes existance
You've gone
You've come
Breaking my heart
Again and again
Yet I walk into your arms
Love is a strange game
We play by rules
We break them all
Best friends and lovers
We will always be
I love you, don't you know
I am one with you
We melt together
In silence in prasie
Eternity is a long time
Are you ready?
Nerve damage- I am nuts
Rejection-Why fit?
Hurt can't reverse borderline mothers
Obsessed, neurotic, Ritual Drive- is abuse.
Learn praise
Despite the end of the dark- there is a dawn.
Unseen by most- unbelived by some.
The Crossing of your soul into light from dark
Will be celebrated by me
And maybe no one else.
I cannot cry for someone starting over.
I missyou but I cannot cry - not for you.
People say things to make you feel good, to change your motor, so to speak. What they are really saying is, "I want you for a few hours, minute, maybe even a few days, and when I'm finished with you. I'll tell you what a good person you are and kind you have been and then I'll throw you in the trashcan like yesterday's newspaper, or maybe even line my birdcage with your pathetic, weak soul." I always want to tell them what to do and where to go, but I always do the right thing and tell them, "see you tomorrow at five, don't forget the cards."
-- BeauI'm tired of myself. I'm tired of my life. So take me and rid my soul. Shower me with darkness, envy greed. Spit on my soul, piss on my grave, do whatever you may. It still won't stop my hatred and rage. For all I see is darkness with no lights through. Darkness is death and death is enlightenment. 'Cause God laid my soul to rest.
-- John SmithAfter the victory of death,
Life lies coiled like a sleeping serpent
Waiting for Earth's release
From Saturn's heart of ice
'Til life- starting as fragilely
As a single seedling in the new
Sun, awakens again,
All creation weeps for joy.
Rivaling anticipation, awaiting unknown
Existence of an unfamiliar circumstance
Racing thoughts through a mind
Unwilling to accept relaxation of an unstoppable reality
Final sweat of deep felt fear. Breath of life
And a feel of relief as ignorance is met
With a familiarness of something no longer strange.
JACK DYER (KNOWN FOR HIS MUSICAL TALENTS IN THE LINDALE, GEORGIA BAND "I.F." )PASSED AWAY AFTER A FATAL AUTO ACCIDENT ON JULY FIRST IN ROME, GEORGIA. WE WILL MISS YOU MAN AND MAY THE FORCES THAT BROUGHT YOU KEEP YOU SAFE AND PROVIDE YOU WITH PLENTY OF CAMEL WIDES. INFINITY IN THE AFTERMATH. PEACE. MY BROTHER REST IN PEACE.
