November 2009

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

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.

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.

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,

Been here done that..
Been here done that..
We’ve each lived a millennium or more.
We’ve been together many times before.

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.

Holding You
Holding You
I taste your sweet and tender lips.
My arms entwine your perfect hips.

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.
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


