November 2009

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Here Without you

A hundred days have made me older
Since the last time that I saw your pretty face
A thousand lies have made me colder
And I don't think I can look at this the same
But all the miles that separate
Disappear now when I'm dreaming of your face

I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And I dream about you all the time

I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight it's only you and me, yeah

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Ignore women, stay poor!

Most poor countries are those which ignore and suppress their women the most! This is a general statement and there exist exceptions on both ends of the spectrum, which are beyond the scope of this post. Societies oppressing women are hypocritical because their men are not only narrow minded but also afraid of the repressed. Fear often leads to exploitation and repression! Those very facts, the talk about empowerment of the feminine race, etc., are insincere enough not to let materialize anything concrete on the ground.

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Loving Her Is The Hardest Part

 Loving Her Is The Hardest Part

 

She made me so angry, made me so sad,

left me wondering when did our love go bad?

She promised to love me til death did we part

then took back her love and destroyed my heart.

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Sleepless Bliss

Sleepless Bliss

 

Lying alone in this massive bed

there’s room enough for more than one head.

Fighting my eyelids I drift off to sleep,

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Been here done that..

 Been here done that..

 

We’ve each lived a millennium or more.

We’ve been together many times before.

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Let me explain...

 Let me explain…

 

When the love you felt for

me set you free

then loving you back was the

way it should be.

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Holding You

  

Holding You

 

I taste your sweet and tender lips.

My arms entwine your perfect hips.

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The Copenhagen summit, a big joke

Let me start the blog post with this statement The Copenhagen summit is going to be a big joke.

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Truer Words

 Truer Words

 

The words you wrote for me not to see

made me soar so high feel so free.

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Flowers In The Graveyard

They laid you down in your stone tomb this sunny morning

In front of the small headstone you could call your own

Frail and unadorned, the best your money could afford

The only possession left in a life meager to the very roots

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